Free A Wolf for Haru by Rebecca Brochu

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    There was no sweeter victory than this.
    Their kisses grew hotter.
    Hands that had been firmly entangled in Haru began to roam. Their touch was desperate and demanding like that day in the locker room. The difference was that this time Haru felt no shame in the matter. Saitou knew who he was and still he wanted him, still he loved him. It was more than he had ever thought possible.
    Just like he remembered, Saitou tasted of sex and cinnamon, of satin sheets and sin. Everything he had ever dreamed of and yet never dared to hope for. He moaned, a sound he could not contain, as a slick tongue waged war against his own. His own hands rose and twined themselves around Saitou’s neck, unable to do more than hang on as a maelstrom of desire racked his body.
    Hot hands were roaming his form. They slipped beneath his shirt and ran roughly over his pajama-clad ass, stopping briefly to give it a firm squeeze. Gasping, Haru broke the kiss as a desperate groan was ripped from his throat. He heard Saitou’s answering growl and in the next second, was flat on his back across his mattress, the wolf hovering over him with a strained expression on his face.
    Haru did not want this to end as it had before.
    He wanted Saitou, had always wanted Saitou and now he intended to have him. No matter the outcome, he wanted to make this memory now, to have this moment be truly perfect. His hips arched up from the bed, a pleading look in his eyes and a pout on his lips was all that it took.
    Saitou was on him in a flash, his strong hands ripping cloth with ease as that delicious purring growl rumbled in his throat.
    Before he could process the wolf’s actions, his own clothes were destroyed. He could feel the tattered remains of his shirt beneath his back, but could not bring himself to care.
    Haru could not help himself as the wolf’s passion spilled over into him and he was no longer willing to be so passive. He tugged at his soon-to-be lover’s clothing, hands scrambling as buttons went flying and more cloth ripped in his urgency. The buttons on the other male’s pants proved difficult for a moment. Frustration mounting, Haru was unable to stop the flare of energy beneath his skin that rose up and flowed out of his hands and into the cloth that separated him from his prize. Panicking for a moment, he jerked back, afraid he had harmed Saitou, but was pleased to see the unblemished skin that the now-melted buttons had revealed.
    A chuckle above him had Haru raising slightly embarrassed eyes up to focus on Saitou’s amused and desire flushed face.
    “Eager, pup?”
    His voice was husky, that same tone that had melted Haru so easily before. Instead of being embarrassed further, he simply bit his lip slightly and nodded.
    The answering groan and harsh kiss was a reward all on its own.
    It was all a whirlwind of movement after that.
    Saitou moved so quickly that they were both completely naked before Haru knew what had happened. He could only moan brokenly as his body was forced to bow up off the bed at the force of the desire that shot through him as Saitou latched sharp teeth firmly onto his exposed neck.
    They pressed down firmly, but stopped just short of drawing blood before they withdrew. A hot, slick tongue lapped at the depressions they left behind in order to soothe the slight sting.
    Haru ran unsteady hands across Saitou’s shoulders and then down his back before he latched onto his hips. Using all of his strength, he pulled down on the stronger male. They both groaned at the feel of their straining erections brushing against each other.
    Saitou pulled back and before Haru could protest his absence, wrapped his hand firmly around the slender male’s cock and pumped.
    Once. Twice. It was better than anything Haru had ever managed to do for himself and he knew that if Saitou did not stop he would not be able to contain himself.
    “S-Saitou…it’s too much!” He pleaded with the wolf, hoping that he would understand.
    “No,