Page 23 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Mmm. Milo~”

Grievance moaned his name, stroking his hard cock at the way it rolled so easily off his tongue. At how everything about Milo was perfect. His voice. His kindness. His body…

Fuuuuck that body. So lean and supple. So willing and breedable. So perfect for my cock~

Grievance stroked himself hard, back against the tile wall, disappearing into the memory of his beloved mate.

Wait… when had he gotten hard? Grievance looked at his dick in his hand. How long had he been standing here stroking himself? He blinked, trying to clear the water from his eyes. It didn’t work. His vision continued to swim.

Suddenly the room swayed, and Grievance had to throw a hand up against the wall and brace himself.

What… the fuck is happening?

The harder he tried to focus, the more his awareness faded, swirling away like water through the drain at his feet. All he could focus on was the throbbing need in his cock. The heat in his body.

Fuck… Milo.

My mate.

My mate.

My mate.

Grievance was losing himself, dissolving into a being of pure need. A need that could only be satisfied by joining himself with the one person in this world who knew him. That held his heart. That transformed his magic and his soul.

Milo~

He groaned the name loudly, hoping his mate would hear him. Would come for him. Save him from the horrible pain of wanting him this badly.

He needed his mate. His mind. His body. His perfect tight heat. His womb. Grievance needed it all.

Grievance’s vision narrowed until it felt like he was looking through a tunnel. And there was only one thing at the end of it.

My mate… my Veya.

Stumbling out of the shower, Grievance didn’t have the awareness to turn the water off. Or grab a towel. Or anything. His mind and body had one goal.

And that was to breed his perfect little mate until he was bursting with Grievance’s cubs.

CHAPTER FOUR

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“Grievance, what in Lantern’s name are you doing?” Milo was on his feet, brows raised at the puddle Grievance was leaving all over the floor.

“My mate,” Grievance said on a gasp, reaching for his beloved.

When their skin met, that tight pain in his chest eased. Milo smelled incredible. Like clove and earth. Of spices and… kindness. He’d smelled it all those months ago, when he crashed into this life as a boar-bear. Kindness had an unmistakable scent.

And it billowed off Milo in waves.

Grievance was helpless to it. Drunk on it. Or maybe just drunk in general. Because he was pretty sure Milo was speaking to him, but he hardly heard a single word. He was lost in those emerald eyes, now pinched with worry. Weak for the way those always-cold hands reached for his forehead.

Yes. Touch me more. Feel all of me. Feel how I burn for you.

“Grievance, you’re burning up,” Milo said. “And your pupils are blown.”

He led Grievance to the sofa, but it felt more like floating than walking. It was getting hard to breathe. His chest ached.