Page 148 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

Milo led Grievance away from the enchanted sounds of the square and toward the forest, its call growing louder beneath the full moon. Without thinking, Milo broke into a run. And it was as though he were a MythBeast bounding through the undergrowth, lungs heaving, claws digging into the earth as he pushed himself further. Faster.

He dropped his belongings and shed his clothes as he ran. First the bear, then his hat. He kicked off his shoes and tossed them into the brambles. Milo was panting, the cold October night filling his lungs, burning him but also giving him the very thing he needed to be alive and rooted in this moment.

Behind him, Milo heard the crashing of trees and the snapping of sticks.

Something wicked was coming.

Something was chasing Milo, its animalistic grunts getting closer and closer.

Milo continued to run, shedding his coat, gasping, tears stinging his eyes as the wind blew directly into his face. He saw the clearing through the trees. He was so close. All he had to do was reach it and…

Milo leaped over a fallen log, stumbling into the enchanted ring.

The clearing opened before him, enveloping him in pleasant heat, like a soft breath on a cold October night. Not a single fallen leaf disturbed the grass within the enchanted circle, untouched by the autumn debris blanketing the rest of the forest. Here, the chill never seemed to reach. Not summer heat, but the gentle, comforting warmth of sitting beside a hearth.

Glow Mushrooms lined its border in a perfect ring, their caps unusually bright tonight, burning orange and purple as though they, too, were celebrating the Pumpkin Festival.

And at the very center stood an old Lantern.

His Lantern.

His private place of worship.

But Milo barely had a moment to catch his breath before something massive burst from the treeline and grabbed him. His world spun as the creature wrapped its body around him, sending them both crashing to the ground, tumbling into the grass before finally coming to a stop—Milo on top of the Chimera’s heaving chest.

“Caught you,” Grievance growled, and Milo could see tufts of brown fur retreat behind his skin, claws going back to fingers. Grievance had chased him as a boar-bear. The same form Grievance had worn when Milo first found him. The memory sent a fresh wave of love and longing coursing through Milo’s chest.

They’d come so far…

And still. He wanted more. Every second he wanted more of this man. This beast.

“You caught me.” Milo panted, jerking open the top button of his cream undershirt with one hand. “Now what will you do with me?”

His mate let out a primal growl, so deep it vibrated beneath where Milo straddled him. Going straight to his dick.

“First,” Grievance said, his hand sliding inside his shirt and pressing flat against his chest, cupping his pec and squeezing. “I’m going to worship you. I’m going to give all of myself to my mate. Devote my body to your pleasure. Until you’re a weak, whimpering mess before me. And only then will I take for myself, and breed you until you’re bursting.”

Milo let out a needy, begging sound, and slammed their mouths together in long, wet open-mouth kisses. They were gasping, grinding, licking one another like two feral beasts. Grievance’s hands came up to Milo’s chest, and before he realized what was happening, he grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled. There was the quick pop, pop, pop of buttons flying as Milo’s shirt was torn open, exposing his bare chest.

“Fuuuck, Grievance~” Milo moaned, the sound of tearing fabric and desperate grunts shooting his libido to uncharted levels.

“I want your pretty little cock in my mouth,” Grievance said, between their hurried, desperate grabs and kisses. “Hurry.”

“Hells,” Milo said, leaning back and unzipping his straining pants. He didn’t have time to work them completely off before Grievance pulled him higher, until Milo was straddling his chest, his cock bouncing in the Chimera’s face.

“Perfect,” Grievance growled, and then took Milo’s tip into his mouth.

“Yeeees~” Milo moaned as Grievance used his hands to pull Milo’s hips forward, taking him deeper.

Milo’s hand found its way to the back of his mate’s head, supporting it as Grievance bobbed back and forth along his cock, his beard scratching Milo’s balls pleasantly with every deep pull.

“Fuck, Grievance, that feels so good,” Milo said, his other hand coming up to his own chest, playing with his own pecs, pinching his nipples, sending a zap of electricity down his spine and making his cock bob in the Chimera’s mouth.

Grievance moaned every time Milo did this, and he knew a little dribble of pre-cum leaked out each time.

Milo couldn’t help but start a slow roll with his hips, fucking into Grievance’s mouth. Using it. Grievance stayed still when Milo started his dance, holding his mouth open and willing as Milo thrust in and out, eyes rolling back each time the underside of his cock was massaged by the Chimera’s big, flattened tongue.

“Do—do you want me to cum in your mouth?” Milo asked in a desperate pant, his hips rolling on their own at this point. He couldn’t stop. He was so fucking close.