Page 107 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

Grievance pulled out further, slammed in harder, hands gripping his mate’s hips, claws grazing his tender skin. He picked up his pace, pumping his cock in and out at a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation rippling through his body.

And Milo took him. Accepting his thick member with each punishing bottom-out, while also clinging to Grievance’s cock each time he pulled free, as though reluctant to let go.

The room was filled with the sounds of their joining—the slick, wet noises of their bodies moving together, the grunts and groans escaping their lips, the heavy breathing that echoed off the walls. Grievance’s senses were on overload; every touch, every sound, every scent amplified the wild roar in his ears.

A call old and primal. A need he’d never shared with another before.

Fill him.

Breed him.

CLAIM HIM.

Grievance’s movements grew more urgent. His mouth watered, eyes locking onto that beautiful spot where Milo’s shoulder met his slender neck. It was flushed now and coated in glistening sweat.

“My mate,” Grievance called over the sound of their slapping bodies. “I—I need to claim you. Mark you as mine.”

“Fucking do it already!” Milo howled, angling his head to offer easier access. “H-hurry. Before I come to my senses.”

Grievance waited for no further instruction. He bent over his mate, his much larger body truly covering him, enveloping him in his warmth as his cock continued to pump in and out in a steady tempo. He licked at the spot, and Milo shivered. His body tensed with anticipation.

“I need you to scream, my mate. So you don’t bite your tongue. Scream—and don’t stop until it’s over.”

He felt Milo’s head give a curt nod, his tiny shoulders trembling.

“I’ll be quick.”

And before he let his mate suffer the anticipation of it, Grievance bared his fangs and sank them into flesh.

His teeth sank deep into the skin, blood filling his mouth and coating his tongue. His sharp canines sank further, embedding themselves in muscle. And as he’d instructed, Milo screamed. He screamed loud and long, his shaking hands gripping the carpet fibers so hard he yanked them free.

Grievance’s mouth was filled with the taste of iron. He couldn’t help but lap at the dripping red ambrosia, swallowing it, savoring it, relishing the way he felt a piece of Milo fill his belly. Teeth still sunken in his mate, with blood dripping in steady drops, staining the cream rug, Grievance felt the rise within himself.

The rise of joining. Of permanence.

My mate. Now, we are forever bonded.

He couldn’t stop what was about to happen. He was too far gone. Grievance pulled his teeth free from his mate and felt the blood dripping from his lips and down his chin. He reached around Milo’s hips, gripping his length and stimulating it back to life as he continued to fuck. To breed his eternal mate.

Milo was half-collapsed on the carpet, his upper body sagging. But he still managed to keep his hips raised and his legs spread.

“Such a good mate. So perfect.” Grievance growled, fucking into his mate’s womb as he jerked his cock. “I’m going to fill you with pups. I’m going to make you swell with my seed.”

All Milo could do was groan as Grievance stroked him to climax. And the second he felt his mate’s release coat his hand, it was his turn.

Grievance shoved inside that pink hole one final time and came on a roar. He gripped his mate’s hip, claws digging into skin as he held Milo against him, forcing him to take his seed right into his womb. Right where Grievance’s pups would begin to grow. Then with a flash of heat, the bulge at the base of his cock expanded.

Milo gasped and groaned, his cock still pulsing from release as Grievance knotted inside of him.

“You have it,” Grievance gasped, Kava fangs bared. “I have filled you with my seed, and you’ve taken my knot.”

Grievance went still then, unable to move without seriously harming his mate. He gasped, sweat and blood dripping from his face and sliding onto his mate’s back.

Without his permission, tears welled in Grievance’s eyes and joined the sweat and blood that coated Milo’s perfect, slender back.

The emotions, the intensity of it all—the brutality—fell heavily on his shoulders in a single breath.

He’d gone too far.