Page 30 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“S-sensitive,” Milo said through bleary eyes.

“I need to get my knot inside of you now. Stay strong for me.” Grievance reached for the tube of gel and popped the cap. He didn’t bother using his fingers; this time, he squirted the clear gel directly on that spot where his cock was buried inside his mate. Milo moaned as the soothing potion helped ease the stretch on his rim.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes. H-helps,” Milo said, and he was still quivering, still shaking even though Grievance had hardly moved.

“I can’t wait until I get my bulge inside you.” Grievance gripped Milo’s waist with both hands, steadying himself on his knees. “Mmm fuck you’re going to squeeze me so much.”

With his bulge dripping with gel, Grievance pushed while simultaneously pulling on Milo’s hips, forcing them to come together.

“Fuuuck!” Milo shouted, his hole stretching impossibly wider as Grievance’s bulge slowly made its way inside.

“Almost there, almost—hold on. There.” Grievance gasped as his bulge pushed past Milo’s ring, and the pressure of their joining eased.

Milo’s chest was heaving, eyes leaking tears, his mouth open and gasping.

“You’ve done it. Fuck.” Grievance looked at where they were connected. “Fuck!” he shouted as his cock pulsed inside his mate. Milo shuddered.

“Too—deep.” Milo gasped.

“Give it a moment, my love. You’ll adjust.” Grievance reached forward to where his mate’s cock had flagged, and gripped it. Stroking him back and forth as his mate adjusted to the incredible intrusion of him.

“Fur. Tickles,” Milo said after a moment, and Grievance looked at where he’d been bent over, the white strip of fur between his abs tickling his mate’s back.

“Hmm, if you’re ticklish, then you must be feeling ready for more,” Grievance said, stroking life back into Milo’s cock. It began to firm up in his massive paw.

“Yes. You can… move now.”

As Grievance began to move, slow and steady, his mate’s breath hitched. He watched as Milo’s pink hole clung to his bulge as he slowly pulled himself out. It welcomed it back inside much more easily the second time. Easier still, the third. Soon, Grievance was able to pull his base in and out of Milo’s relaxed hole.

“There you go, baby. You’re doing it.”

Grievance pulled out more, thrusting in all at once with a slap of skin. Milo threw his head back, and a moan of pleasure tore from his throat. It was the call Grievance had been waiting for. The signal that his mate was ready to be well and truly fucked.

Grievance pulled out further, slammed in harder, hands gripping his mate’s hips, claws grazing his tender skin. He picked up his pace, pumping his cock in and out at a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation rippling through his body.

And Milo took him. Accepting his thick member with each punishing bottom-out, while also clinging to Grievance’s cock each time he pulled free, as though reluctant to let go.

The room was filled with the sounds of their joining—the slick, wet noises of their bodies moving together, the grunts and groans escaping their lips, the heavy breathing that echoed off the walls. Grievance’s senses were on overload; every touch, every sound, every scent amplified the wild roar in his ears.

A call old and primal. A need he’d never shared with another before.

Fill him.

Breed him.

CLAIM HIM.

Grievance’s movements grew more urgent. His mouth watered, eyes locking onto that beautiful spot where Milo’s shoulder met his slender neck. It was flushed now and coated in glistening sweat.

“My mate,” Grievance called over the sound of their slapping bodies. “I—I need to claim you. Mark you as mine.”

“Fucking do it already!” Milo howled, angling his head to offer easier access. “H-hurry. Before I come to my senses.”

Grievance waited for no further instruction. He bent over his mate, his much larger body truly covering him, enveloping him in his warmth as his cock continued to pump in and out in a steady tempo. He licked at the spot, and Milo shivered. His body tensed with anticipation.

“I need you to scream, my mate. So you don’t bite your tongue. Scream—and don’t stop until it’s over.”