Page 28 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

Grievance licked at the spot where Milo’s sweater slipped from his shoulder.

“You said you were ready to take my knot.”

“I did, but I didn’t realize it would be so…”

“That’s just its resting state. When I cum inside you, it’ll swell even larger. It’ll make sure you are successfully bred.”

“Lantern, help me,” Milo breathed.

Grievance cupped Milo’s jaw in his hand, his long, claw-tipped fingers massive compared to that sweet, heart-shaped face. He plunged his tongue into that mouth without warning, extracting a series of startled whimpers from his mate.

He needed to memorize the way Milo’s body arched into his hold, the way his breath hitched whenever Grievance’s claws pricked just enough to leave faint red trails along his spine.

His claws got tangled in the knitted fabric. Frustrated, he growled, and the room was filled with tearing sounds and Milo’s gasps. Seconds later, Milo was finally bare, his perky ass resting on Grievance’s cock like a throne.

Now, to prepare him to take me.

Grievance was in full control of his Chimera magic, green swirls popping like fireworks on his skin. He commanded the magic through his body, retracting the claw on his index finger before using the soft pad to slide into Milo’s crease. He worked the finger inside until he found that perfect rosy bud that marked the entrance to his mate’s body.

Milo’s lips parted on a gasp as his hips rolled forward, grinding against Grievance’s stomach. The friction was maddening. Grievance growled when Milo’s fingers tightened in his hair until it stung. The pain was exquisite—a perfect counterpoint to the fire raging beneath his skin.

More.

More.

More!

Grievance rubbed along that pretty ring in slow circles, delighting in the way it made his mate grip his hair harder. He grinned, revealing long, sharp canines.

“This is just the beginning of our night, my mate.”

Then he pushed his finger inside.

“Fuuuuck~” Milo let out a long, moaning exhale, rocking his narrow hips back and forth, working more and more of Grievance’s finger inside.

“Such a needy mate. Begging this much already.”

“Sh—shut up,” he said, still rocking his hips, still working Grievance in all the way, until he was in up to the knuckle. “Trying… not to think about… how big your cock is right now. Your finger is already… a lot.”

Grievance’s cock pulsed beneath Milo, as though responding to his mate’s call. Milo groaned as it slapped up against his sack.

“Mmm, can’t wait to bury it in this hole,” Grievance growled, rotating his finger until Milo shuddered on his lap.

He rotated in a few more circles, going one way, then switching to the other, before he withdrew, enjoying the way Milo seemed reluctant to lift off his hand.

“You’ll be raw if we don’t use lube.”

And to be honest, Grievance wasn’t so sure he’d be in a state of mind to remember to get it once his cock was buried in his mate.

Milo nodded, then stood on shaky legs, crossing the room and rifling through the desk drawer before turning with a long, thin tube of gel.

Grievance coated his hand generously, but before Milo could settle back onto his lap, he lifted a hand, stopping him.

“No. On the floor. Turn around.”

Milo did, going down to his knees, never breaking eye contact.

“Such an obedient witch,” Grievance purred.