Page 12 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Fuck~ Grievance.” Milo whimpered as those massive hands slid from his waist and gripped the globes of his ass, massaging them so hard it bordered on painful. But even that wasn’t enough. “More. Grievance, give me more.”

The Chimera attacked the side of Milo’s neck, biting him hard enough that a startled cry escaped before Milo could stop it. The next second, a soothing tongue licked at the tortured spot.

“You sure you can take more?”

Milo made the arcane hand sign for the letter “R” in the air. The Calcifer crystal he’d hung in the corner of the shower flickered, then turned a deep shade of red, casting them into semi-darkness and adding a sensual note to the air.

“Yes,” he said confidently. “I can take it.”

Grievance took another long swipe. “Fuck, Milo. I can’t decide if it is your scent or your taste that ensnares me more.” Another lick. “Or maybe, your voice.”

He descended on that same patch of skin, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking.

Milo whimpered, fingernails digging into Grievance’s back as the Chimera feasted on his neck. Harder and harder until Milo shook from the painful sting of it. Right when it was nearing too much, it stopped, and Milo sagged against the wall.

“Mmmm, yes. That mark will do just fine,” Grievance said, inspecting his work, which Milo was absolutely certain would become the biggest, ugliest hickey he’d ever endured.

Grievance grabbed Milo’s chin, guiding it up to face him.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he murmured, almost reverently. Then he descended on Milo’s mouth. Not with a kiss. No. Grievance had his own way of claiming Milo’s lips.

It was wild. Instinctive. Beastlike.

And it drove Milo crazy.

Grievance was a master of his tongue, moving it with incredible dexterity. He dragged it slowly across Milo’s lips, back and forth, lapping and twisting in a way that had Milo’s knees going weak, his body needing to brace against the tiled wall so much he worried he’d slide down. Grievance’s tongue continued its exploration of Milo’s mouth before tracing the seam between his lips, in a coaxing glide. Seeking permission to enter.

Asking.

Always asking. For all Grievance’s strength, all the ways he could so easily overpower him, he never took more until Milo gave that affirming nod. And that tenderness was precisely what made Milo feel so safe in his arms.

Milo responded by parting his lips and letting that tongue plunder his mouth like it was searching for treasure. When he pulled away, Milo gasped, breath coming in heavy bursts. He’d forgotten to breathe. The sensation had been too good.

“Do you want it tonight?” Grievance asked in a throaty whisper, barely audible above the spray of the shower.

“Always,” Milo gasped.

“Then you know what to do. I want your mouth open—begging for it.”

Milo obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as it would go, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Grievance grabbed the end of his chin and looked into his mouth.

“So perfect. So needy for me, begging like this.”

Green flashed at the edges of the Chimera’s tattoos as he called upon his magic. Called upon that incredible power to change his shape, his body, all to please his mate.

This transformation was Milo’s favorite.

This time, when Grievance stuck out his tongue to plunder Milo’s mouth, it slithered out like a serpent, a foot long, with split forks at the end. A basilisk’s tongue. Milo was allowed one more breath before it shot into his mouth, and Grievance smashed their lips together.

Milo groaned as loud as he could as that thick wet muscle buried itself in his mouth, sliding down his tongue, fucking his throat as it pumped in and out. It was thicker at the base, wide enough that Milo’s lips struggled to accommodate it.

Grievance worked his mouth like a starving man devouring his first meal in months. Spit spilled from the edges of Milo’s lips as that wet serpent made a mess of him. All Milo could do was suck in shallow breaths through his nose while his throat was ravaged raw.

Finally, Grievance withdrew, like a beast returning to its cave, and Milo gasped, more spit falling from his lips—even more going down his throat as he swallowed.

All the while, the Chimera’s thick shaft pressed hard against Milo’s leg, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down his thigh, thick and distinct from the spray of the shower.

Good. He’s reaching his limit, too.