Mating

***VERY VERY MATURE CONTENT -skip the chapter if under 18***

Versailles blushed.

Her mate's heated gaze seared her skin, filling her with a sense of shame. Lifting her hand, she covered his eyes.

"Ramose, don't look!"

Ramose held his mate's hand and slid it down to his lips, kissing the palm and every finger with devotion. He raised his head and held her gaze.

"Light, why don't you want me to look? I want to brand every part of you in my mind and heart."

"You...! I feel embarrassed, ashamed..." A voice as weak and delicate as the flutter of a Light Fly's wing drifted in his ears, stoking his burning desire.

"Haha..." Ramose chuckled, his laugh a deep rumble thick with need.

Versailles's face darkened.

This wolf dares to laugh at me?

Raising a hand, she twisted his ear in a vengeful glee.

"Ahhh! Light, be gentle!"

"Dare to laugh at me?"