Chapter 183: Stifling Calm 6

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"Just one night, I can endure. With you in my arms, I don't need anything else."

Although Ramose said he didn't want anything else, his painfully throbbing member spoke a different story.

Laying on his mate's bosom, he restlessly turned and shifted, rubbing and snuggling on the two soft mounds for a long time until the blouse covering it felt too cumbersome and bothersome, getting in the way of his pleasure.

With a disgruntled groan, he sat up and cursed in discontent.

"Light, please, wake up, okay? It's too uncomfortable..." Deep and raw, his pleading tone expressed his deep desire.

At this moment, the Werewolf King looked nothing like the ruthless and domineering black wolf that, with a single glance, sent the beasts trembling in fear.

Right now, he was only a mate longing to mate with his beloved.

"Light..."

He tenderly called out to her, but his serpentine didn't stir.

A bitter smile surfaced on the Werewolf King's mouth. 

How was he to wake his clueless mate when he couldn't even bear to break her sleep?

He released a deep sigh of resignation and got off the bed. There was a faint chill in the air as the window curtains rippled with every gust of frosty wind.

Ramose entered the washroom and took a cold shower. His body heat was too high for comfort. If he laid beside his mate in such a state, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

By the time he came out, half the ice night had passed.

Dressed in a loose black robe, he climbed back on the bed and turned to his mate.

She was still asleep, only her cheeks were flushed red while a hand laid on her right bosom.

The heat he'd cooled with great difficulty rose back up and he cursed his mate for being a merciless tease. 

"Light, do you really want me to jump you while you're asleep?" He was tempted too. And more than once, the thought had entered his mind.

But one way or another, he managed to restrain himself. However, his serpentine seemed bent on testing his limits.

Just as the words left his mouth, the female raised her chest, bit her cherry lips, and moaned.

Then under his burning gaze, she squeezed her mound, placed her other hand on her cherry lips, and restlessly twisted her hips.

Da**! To he** with control! To he**with patience! 

Before my mate, how can I control myself? How can I have patience?

Red-eyed and breathless, the wolf discarded all his restrains and lunged towards his provocative mate.

With a swift move, he spread her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. The moment their bodies touched, he groaned in pleasure.

This was what he desired. To fully press against her. To completely feel her.

Ramose skillfully unbuttoned her blouse and immediately turned hard at the sight of the red cherry perks bobbing before his face. He swallowed with difficulty and yanked the rest of the dress off her body.

In the next instant, her snow-white, smooth naked flesh was exposed before his hungry gaze. Without any hesitation, he discarded his robe, lifted her thigh, positioned his rod against her soft private, and covered her with his body.

"Mmm! Light, there's nothing like laying between your sweet thighs." Electric tingles of pleasure coursed through his body and he lowered his head and took her cherry perk into his mouth.

His hands, large and rough, traced her slender waist and rose up to cup her mounds. The serpentine immediately reacted. She arched her back and spread her legs further, giving him unobstructed access to her private part.

That was all the permission the wolf needed.

He greedily sucked on her perk, lifted his hips, and swiftly thrust into her warm insides.

"Ah..." Finally finding the sweet warmth and slick place it yearned for, his hard rod throbbed with great excitement and inadvertently jerked back and forth. This caused the sleeping serpentine to release another moan of pleasure.

And upon hearing it, the wolf's blood burned fiercer. 

"Light, you feel so good!" At an excruciatingly slow speed, Ramose thrust in his mate's leaking private so as not to wake her.

His large hands remained busy gently groping and pulling her proud mounds, while his mouth traveled up her collarbone to the most sensitive spot on her neck. He gave a light nick and her insides clenched around him.

"Ah..." Da**! Why did she feel so good! 

After almost starving for an entire day, the wolf finally got meat. The pleasure he felt overwhelmed his senses. He delightedly rubbed her mounds, squeezed the bouncy meat, and suckled them with great fervor.

His hips maintained their slow thrusts, at times sinking in her ho** to the hilt, at times teasingly grinding on her soft lids. With a final deep thrust, he arched his back and sunk into her deepest part.

"Ah!" With a fierce shudder, he came inside her. 

"Huff, huff..." Drained and spent, the Wolf King slumped on his mate's body.

"I can't believe I had to do it myself." Now more sane, Ramose's face flushed in embarrassment as he recalled his actions. 

He was hot-blooded, but he'd never burned for another the way he burned for her. Before his serpentine, he lost all sense of reason. The only thought that roared in his mind was being one with her.

He mated with his beloved while she was asleep.

Although he couldn't stop himself at that time, he didn't regret his moment of impulse.

He burned for her in mind, heart, body, and soul. If he hadn't mated with her, then he would've never been able to sleep.

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Only, the mating seemed to lack something...

It wasn't as fulfilling and exhilarating as when his mate was awake.

"Mmm..." Versailles felt wet and heated.

She dreamed of a mating session with her mate. The wolf tortured and tormented her with a slow grind that made her want to bite a chunk out of his flesh. But even with his annoying and frustrating thrusts, she still enjoyed herself.

But just when she was close to coming, her mate had stopped moving.

In a split instant, her adoration morphed into frustrated anger and the urge to smash him on the head flashed in her mind.

The wolf, unaware of his sleeping mate's mounting anger, innocently peppered her face with kisses.

Placing his weight on his left arm, he lifted himself and slowly withdrew from her.

A wave of sticky liquid followed in his wake. His eyes widened and he immediately plunged his rod back in.

If all the seed spilled out, then how would they get a cub?

After seeing her gently hold and feed the wolf cub at the Underworld marketplace, Ramose's greatest wish was to have a cub with his mate. 

He didn't want her affection to be showered on any beast aside from him. 

His mate's love was only his alone.

If there was any other beast that deserved it aside from him, then that would be their cub.

As such, he decided they needed to have a cub that'd distract her from other beasts in his absence.

"Light isn't in a hurry to get a cub. But I want us to have something that'll bind us together. Something that'll be the product of her and me. And with his appearance, we'll be a complete family."

His sight shifted back to their connected parts again and his member twitched in reaction.

"Ah...to get a cub, I need to put in more effort than this." Finding himself an excuse to keep fondling his mate, the Wolf King covered her with his body again.

It couldn't be helped. 

No matter how many times he mated with her, his member never seemed to tire of desiring her.

"Ah..." An audible groan escaped his lips as he lifted his hips and thrust. He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned over. With her laying on top of him, his hands freely traveled down her back and held her hips.

Then in slow motion, he thrust back and forth, eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from the sleeping serpentine.

Versailles breathed in relief as the thrusts began again. Her eyes remained shut as she wondered in dreamland. But her body felt every touch and caress, every kiss and grope.

Her highly sensitive nerves tingled with delight as her mate's mouth clamped around her perk and sucked. She released another groan and arched her back.

"Heh..." The wolf chuckled and put more effort into his thrusts. He wanted to make his mate come in her sleep. 

He slid a hand between the cracks of her behind and groped and squeezed the meat. The soft sensation made him lose track of his goal and he fully focused on rubbing, palming, and teasing the tiny ho**.

His other hand supported her hip and lifted her up and down his rod.

Head resting on the wolf's chest, the serpentine occasionally yelped in surprise or moaned in pleasure. The deep, amorous grunts became music to his ears and fueled his burning desire.

At the moment when he was about to come, his sleeping serpentine finally stirred.

"Ramose...?" 

She sat up and sleepily blinked her eyes. Then as her hazy gaze cleared up, she was her mate laying naked below her as she sat on his hard member.

The hard, burning beast throbbed in her private, and the strange dream returned to her.

Ah...so it was really him being as shameless as always.

Versailles felt her temple throb in irritation. But before she could scold the wolf, his tearful voice entered her ears.

"Light, you said you'd wait for me. But when I returned, hard and burning, longing to love and feel you, you were fast asleep." 

"That..." Now what was she supposed to do?

It was true that she'd fallen asleep, but it wasn't intentional. She hadn't meant to go back on her work. But the day felt a little long and she got tired easily. 

"Light, I tried to wake you up because it was very uncomfortable and stifling. You didn't even blink once..." As the Werewolf King recalled the despair and dejection he felt earlier, his heart filled grievance.

His sad, blaming eyes pricked the serpentine's conscious. She guiltily shifted her gaze away and cursed under her breath.

Why had she fallen asleep so quickly? It wasn't anything like her nature at all.

Looking down at her pitiful-looking mate, she couldn't help but sympathize with him.

It seems she'd really wronged him. The only thing she can do now was to put in some effort and mate with her wolf.

"Amose...I'm sorry. I felt tired all of a sudden and fell asleep. How about I make it up to you now?" She twisted her waist and a certain member twitched inside her.

The Wolf King's eyes flared with deep desire as he looked up at mesmerizing mate.

Da**! This was the feeling!

The feeling of her actively moving on top of him....

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