Page 103 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

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“Tell me… ” he whispered into Milo’s ear, sending a wave of goosebumps down his mate’s body. His little witch shivered on his lap, smelling of such mouth-watering arousal that Grievance nearly came from the scent alone. “Tell me… my beloved mate… that I can breed you.”

Milo gasped as Grievance kissed his neck.

“Tell me I can bury my cock inside of you, and fill you with my seed.”

He kissed the underside of his jaw.

“Tell me that I can bury myself so deep, I’ll fill your beautiful womb.”

Milo’s breath was coming in short bursts now, his fingers gripping the backs of Grievance’s shoulders. Body trembling, already giving Grievance an answer with the way he unconsciously began grinding himself against Grievance’s proud cock.

But he needed to hear it from those lips.

“Tell me that I can pour into you, then lock my knot inside until you’re pregnant.”

And there it was. That exquisite moment when Milo, his stubborn little witch, finally let himself go. Submitting to the need they both felt coursing between them.

“Grievance… fuck. You really are a beast.”

And Grievance heard the surrender in Milo’s voice. The way the witch trusted Grievance so completely that he let go of that fearful caution and handed control over to a monster.

“Is that a yes?”

Grievance’s hands trembled as they slid beneath Milo’s sweater, fingers splaying across the cool, smooth skin of his back.

“Yes. Fucking hells, Grievance. Yes. All of it. Take what you need. Use me. Do whatever… whatever your instinct is telling you to do. I can handle it.”

Grievance couldn’t help the chest-deep purr as he returned his mouth to Milo’s lips.

“I’ll take such good care of you.”

Milo rested both his cool hands on Grievance’s pecs. They looked so small there.

“I-I know,” Milo said on a breathy gasp. “I trust you.”

His cold fingertips pressed harder, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through the Chimera, like lightning striking bone. A sensation he knew all too well from his life soaring through storm clouds as a Thunderhawk.

He didn’t know why—or what it was about Milo’s touch that sent his magic into such turmoil—but right now it roiled beneath his skin, restless and eager. Memories flashed behind his eyes in brilliant, fractured bursts. Instinct clawed at him from every direction. He felt seconds away from shifting into every one of his forms at once.

I need to please my mate.

Whatever my mate wants.

Will shape myself to fit his pleasure.

His instinct was raging, carrying him through snapshots of all his past lives, in all his past forms. All of them wanted to come out at once. To rage and to burn and to claim.

And Milo—sweet, beautiful Milo—kept feeding into that blaze, coaxing those embers into an inferno.

“Grievance… you’re growing,” Milo said, his hands feeling smaller and smaller where they pressed against his chest.

If not for Milo seeming to shrink in his lap, Grievance wouldn’t have noticed how his body swelled. He barely felt it as strips of fur grew down his spine, along his forearms, and on his calves. He was forced to adjust on the sofa as a tail extended from the base of his spine, its white, bushy tip arching to sit on Milo’s leg. The witch’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

So fucking curious.