Page 27 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

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.

“A Kava, huh?” Milo reached down and stroked a hand along his tail. “They’re from the other side of the world. Africa.” He looked at Grievance with eyes filled with wonder. “How many more lives of yours will I see tonight?”

“As many as it takes for me to fill you with pups.”

Grievance attacked Milo’s mouth. It felt smaller now, but he tasted the same. The same flavor of bittersweet coffee and earthiness. He traced a single, clawed digit down the length of Milo’s spine, relishing the way his mate arched into him.

His Kava senses were on high alert, as was his raging erection. Milo was straddling his massive cock now, and, to his delight, he noticed his mate hadn’t bothered with underwear at all. He ground his bare ass against Grievance’s girth in needy back-and-forth motions.

“You’re… so big now,” Milo said, reaching around and rubbing his palm along the leaking tip. “I don’t know if I can take a Kava cock.”

“You can. And you will.”

Kava were the distant African cousins of North American werewolves and functioned in much the same way. Their beast forms took on the shape of African wild dogs, with their rounded ears and spotted, tricolored coats.

But that wasn’t the only thing they shared with their North American cousins.

Milo reached between his legs, finding where he sat on Grievance’s aching cock, running both hands down its girth until he reached…

A bit of color drained from his mate’s face.

“Fucking hells… I didn’t know Kava… like Werewolves…”

Grievance groaned as Milo felt and explored the thick bulge just at the base of his cock. A canine’s bulb gland, or rather, the knot used to ensure successful insemination during mating. Locking the pair together for up to fifteen minutes after orgasm.