The Werewolf King's Mate

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Versailles fell in her mate's strong arms, her cherry perks rubbing on his hard muscles, as she yelped in surprise.

Ramose chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her on his lap, his member rubbing on her thigh. Then his hand slid down to her leg, and grabbed her knees, spreading it over his thighs so her core rubbed against his member. 

"Sigh..." The direct contact made the Wolf King sigh in comfort. He rested his head on his mate's shoulder and peppered her neck with kisses.

His shoulder-length black hair stuck to his face and magnified his masculine features, glistening a black-blue shade that attracted Versailles's attention.

The serpentine tentatively raised a hand and ran it through the dripping strands, curling and twisting them in great fascination. 

"Ramose, your hair is so silky!"

Ramose smiled and gently embraced her.