That Time I Brought A Boy Home

Her experience and guidance helped Haiku as the two of them delivered into primal desire. He burned like he had never felt before, but every lick of flame was worth the passion he shared with her. He smiled into Bowen’s fur, nuzzling and carefully kissing her as ripples of residual pleasure raced over his skin. The pair quieted quickly, sinking back into Bowen’s bed tangled in each other’s arms. The experience wasn’t what the boy had expected, and as he held her after, and felt her fall asleep in his arms he knew he’d just given her his heart.

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Haiku fell asleep quickly, he didn’t move much and slumbered heavily through the rest of the night. He held tightly to Bowen, having not a single care in the world as morning greeted them. Prose hadn’t lingered after being woken in the middle of the night, but she returned as the daylight began to stream into the window above the slumbering yearlings. The ivory raven watched her wolf for a long moment, revealing nothing of her inner emotions as she returned to her guard post.

The young Destruction boy began to blink open his eyes as light roused him. He was still holding Bowen to his chest and she fit perfectly beneath his chin. Haiku had to blink a few times before reality returned. He’d slept with Bowen last night. The guilty voice returned as his grasp tightened around her. He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her as he closed his eyes again and reveled in holding this girl he was falling in love with.