Brewing Storm - Chapter 154

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The next warm morning, Ramose woke to find himself still clutching onto his mate’s waist. He lifted his head and seeing her still asleep, smiled guiltily.

“Was I a little too eager last night?”

He scooted up until they were face to face and kissed her forehead, then his dark eyes roamed over her naked figure. Her snow-white skin was peppered with his love marks, adding a hint of color and allure to her already enchanting figure.

His breath hitched as his fingers tingled with an aching need to touch her, to feel her. He lifted a trembling hand to her neck. Then gently lifting her chin, he kissed her throat, sliding his hand to her shoulder-blade. Instantly, her body shivered in fierce reaction.

Ramose’s muscles clenched, his lower half hardening in response to her reaction. With a shaky breath and beating heart, he continued down, kissing her collarbone before reaching her bosoms.

His eyes turned red. Heart pounding in his ears, he trailed his hand from her shoulder blade to her back, around her waist and up, before clutching the round, soft mound.

Under the silver-blue glow streaming through the pink gossamer curtains, the round mound was an alluring pink with a cherry perk.

“Just like her lush lips.”

Last night, he was in too much heat to fully appreciate her beauty.

All he could think of was mating, mating, and mating more with her until every inch of her mouth-watering body was covered with his scent. Now that he had the chance to look and openly admire, his heart couldn’t stop pounding.

Awestruck and mesmerized, he gently rubbed the mound and licked the perk. Seeing it harden and turn even darker, his eyes darkened with desire and he closed his mouth and sucked. The softness in his hand, the sweet perk in his mouth, combined with the musk from their mating last night made his scalp tingle in mind-numbing pleasure.

“Mmmm!”

Versailles, still asleep, subconsciously moaned and thrust out her chest, practically inviting the hungry wolf to devour her.

“Haha…” Ramose chuckled in delight, his mate’s needy moan encouraging, emboldening him. He placed his other hand on her waist and ran it up and down, enjoying the curvy rise and dip. Recalling how he had clutched the same waist last night, heat rose in his loins, and he unconsciously positioned himself over her, covering her curvy body with his lean, masculine one.

As their naked flesh pressed against each other, Ramose painfully closed his eyes and groaned.

A feeling of weakness spread through his body and the Werewolf King pressed his forehead against his mate’s to anchor himself and savor the euphoric pleasure. Slowly and gently, he rubbed his lower body against hers, his breath catching at every stroke and contact with her warm, wet flesh.

Versailles had a strange dream.

She dreamed she laid on fluffy clouds, admiring the beautiful, fluttering wings of Light Flies when a huge beast jumped on her.

Surprised and caught off guard by the sudden attack, she raised her hands to attack. But before the red-gold flames could flare to life, the beast kissed her palms, sucked her fingers, and licked her wrists, snuffing the flames as if they were nothing more than dying sparks.

Astonished and shocked by his action, she raised a leg to kick him off of her body. As if he was expecting the attack, the moment her leg raised, the beast caught it and gently wrapped it around his waist.

Then under her surprised and wide eyes, he pulled her closer and settled between her legs, wrapping her other leg around his waist.

Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes with deep, dark ones swirling with unfathomable emotions and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ears with a pleading tone.

“Light, I still want some more.” Her brows furrowed.

More? What more did he want?

Even though the thing on top of her was a beast, she didn’t feel disgusted. There was neither hate or an urge to flame or poison the da** thing to death.

If anything, there was a helpless and resigned feeling, as if before his wants, she could only surrender.

“Light, can I get some more?” The beast pleadingly repeated.

“More? More of what?” Rather than waste her energy racking her brain, wasn’t easier to just ask him directly?

But what she didn’t expect was to get a nonsensical answer.

“I want more meat.”

‘Da**!’ Versailles sprang her eyes open with a curse flying through her head.

Was she experiencing side effects from the parasite attack? Why in the realms would she dream about a beast wanting meat?

Breathing roughly, her unfocused, wild eyes roamed around her surroundings before the gossamer currents caught her attention. Her brows furrowed for a heartbeat before her eyes widened in astonishment.

Because pressed against her was an all too familiar face.

Ramose was kissing her lips with his naked flesh pressed tight against hers.

Da**! No wonder she had such a strange dream…

The dam** wolf was molesting her in her sleep!

Face flaming in anger, Versailles raised her foot and kicked the engrossed wolf in the stomach.

“Ouch! Ouch…Light, if you want to kick, you can kick. But don’t use so much strength. If you damage my goods, how will I mate with you?” Ramose held his stomach and trained an aggrieved look at his raging mate.

Da**! What’s going on? Wasn’t Light asleep? I was almost close to being done…

The Wolf King dejectedly lowered his head and wept at the tormenting desire in his lower body.

“Heh…damage them? Don’t worry. If they get damaged, I won’t abandon you. I don’t mind if we never get to mate again.” Versailles sneered and sat up, her violet eyes glaring at the dazed wolf.

“No way! How can we not mate? I love the feeling of mating with you!” Ramose felt alarmed by his mate’s words.

Never mate with her again? Was that even possible?

The feeling of their naked flesh pressed tight and entangled in a war of desire was unlike anything he had ever experienced before!

Just one mating session with her had already made him addicted to the taste. If he had to practice abstinence for his entire immortal life, that too, after tasting the meat, then he would rather commit suicide and free himself from the torture of looking at her curvy body every day.

Why would he remain alive and torment himself by only looking at what he wasn’t allowed to touch?

He lowered his head and looked at his hard member still throbbing in excitement. Regret and unsatisfied desire swirled in his dark eyes. His gaze then fell on the naked, slender leg before his throbbing rod, and the Werewolf King’s eyes flared with an even hotter flame.

She is my mate and I love her.

If I can’t control my desires and urges around her, then how’s that my fault?

Heh…since I love her, it’s only obvious that I would want to mate her day and night…so how can I be blamed for losing control?

But Light…she won’t let me easily approach her after last night and this morning. What do I do now…?

Ramose’s eyes flickered with complex emotions. He still wanted to mate with her. But how was he supposed to convince her when she only angrily glared at him?

How did one convince an angry mate to happily mate with them?

He was still thinking of how to convince his mate when a voice sounded from outside.

“Werewolf King, bathwater is ready.”

His eyes lit up and King Ramose immediately hopped off the bed.

“Clear the premise. We’ll have a meal when we’re ready.” The Werewolf King picked up a random robe and wrapped it around his waist, his actions hurried and careless. When he turned to his mate, he found her staring suspiciously at him.

Da**! She couldn’t have figured out my ploy, could she? But that’s not right…how could she find out what I’m planning when I only thought of it now?

Under the penetrating gaze of his mate, Ramose couldn’t help but sweat.

“Yes, Wolf King.” At this moment, the servant’s voice was followed by her fading footsteps, and before long an unnatural stillness filled the atmosphere. Obviously, the other servants had departed as well.

“Alright, spill it out. What are you scheming?” Versailles’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and legs, and leaned back on the bedhead like a queen overlooking her subject.

The wolf’s sudden enthusiasm and his order to clear the premise immediately alarmed her. This beast was scheming something!

If he went on his knees and cried innocent, she wouldn’t believe it…

Ramose’s eyes briefly flickered with surprise, then a cunning gleam flashed through their depth. By the time he met his mate’s gaze, there was only pure adoration.

“Light, how could I possibly scheme against you? You know my greatest pleasure is being at your beck and call.” His gaze fell on her crossed arms and the beautiful valley made his barely suppressed heat rise back up.

Swallowing with difficulty, his dark eyes trailed down her body, taking in her slender waist, curvy hips, and hidden valley. His member throbbed eagerly as his eyes lingered on the valley. A heartbeat later, he continued his downward exploration; slender thighs and legs, before stopping at the two tiny feet.

Da**! Was she made to drive him crazy? Just a look and he was already feverishly hot!

Lifting his head back up, he saw his Serpentine Queen looking at him with a sarcastic sneer.

Ramose’s face flushed at being caught blatantly staring.

Wait…she’s my mate! What’s wrong with me staring!?

Regaining his footing, King Ramose shamelessly looked at his mate.

“Light, let’s go. You haven’t washed today. I will help you.”

“Help me? No need, I can wash on my own…” Versailles flushed and immediately turned him down.

She was hale and well. Why would she need help in washing?

But Ramose wasn’t asking. He was telling.

Moving to the side of the bed, he flapped the curtains aside and pulled her into his arms.

“Ra…Ramose…I said I can wash myself!”

“But I want to wash you.” Then the Werewolf King picked up his mate and carried her to the washing room.

“Ramose put me down! I need to put on some clothes!” Versailles buried her face in his chest, feeling embarrassed at being carried naked to the washroom.

“What do you need clothes for? You’ll just be taking them off.”

“Even then, I still want to wear them!”

“Hehe…still embarrassed? Don’t worry. There’s only the two of us in the entire Purple-Radiance Palace.”

“Hmph! You made them leave on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hmm…I made them leave because I want to spend more time with my mate.”

More like you want to eat me…

Versailles’s mind went back to the dream and when she remembered the words of the beast, she inadvertently shivered and lowered her head.

Ramose’s steps slowed, slightly hesitating when his mate shuddered.

She really didn’t like mating…?

At this thought, his heart plunged. But a beat later, his steady footsteps resumed.

If she didn’t like it, he won’t force her.

As much as he loved the sensation of their bodies becoming one, he loved the way she embraced him more.

Lovingly accepting everything he gave with open arms. In her willing embrace, he tasted the sweetness of being loved without reservation.

After that taste, he had no interest in anything less.

Entering the washroom, the Werewolf King solemnly lowered his mate to the ground and tested the bathwater. Finding the temperature just right, he picked her up and set her down in the large basin.

“Hold on. I’ll wash your back.” Ramose found light clothe and got on his knees, washing his mate’s body with care and serious focus.

Versailles looked at Ramose. She could sense his mood was dampened and sour, but couldn’t figure out what caused him to turn from scheming to dejected…

Was it something she said?

Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of what she could’ve said to upset him, but nothing came to mind.

“Ramose, why don’t we bath together?” Since she didn’t know what caused his mood to drop, she’ll raise it back up by making him happy.

Ramose raised his head, his eyes wide with surprise. As if he couldn’t believe his ears, he blinked twice before asking cautiously.

“You want me to bathe with you?”

“What? You don’t want to?” She frowned.

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” Afraid of his mate changing her mind if he delayed a moment longer, Ramose rose to his feet and stepped into the basin.

The warm water sloshed around him as he sat down and leaned back. Then, his gaze lifted to the female of his adoration.

“Light, come here.” He stretched out his hand and Versailles unhesitantly took it.

Since she invited him into the tub, she expected his advances.

Ramose spread his legs apart, his hard member twitching at her unhesitant response.

A radiant smile spread across his face as he pulled his mate into his arms.

This is what he wanted.

Her unhesitant acceptance. Her welcoming arms.

Because through her actions, he felt her love.