Page 73 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

Grievance began to undress him then. Going slow, taking every opportunity to grab and grope Milo as he exposed him to the hallowed night. He took off his socks, his pants, and underwear, then gently removed what was left of Milo’s torn dress shirt, kissing his wrist, his forearm, his elbow tenderly as he pulled his limp arm from the sleeve.

Milo let himself be undressed, let himself be maneuvered like a marionette, giving all his strings to this beast that would soon ravage him.

“Grievance,” Milo said as his mate settled over him, his long hair dangling around his face as he looked down on his mate.

“Yes?”

“I love you.” Milo’s throat went suddenly tight as emotion stung his eyes. Why was he getting like this now? But he couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the post-orgasm bliss. Maybe it was the magic thick in the air. Maybe it was just the scent of this man all over him. He couldn’t help but spill his heart.

“I love you so much. I just… just needed you to know that.”

Grievance went still above him, those peridot-flecked eyes searching his.

“I know, Milo.” Grievance’s voice shook on his name. He took a deep breath. “I know. And I strive to be worthy of that love every single day.”

He kissed Milo then, and it was tender and soft.

My gentle giant.

Milo smiled into that kiss, wrapping his hands around Grievance’s neck as his mate’s hand slowly slid down his body, fingers trailing over his hipbone, his thigh, reaching around to the globes of his ass. Milo lifted his leg, offering more access, giving his mate permission to take what he needed from his body.

It’s yours. All of me. Take what you need.

It’s what Milo would have said if Grievance’s kisses hadn’t turned scorching hot all at once and Milo had to fight to keep up, his cheeks burning from the Chimera’s coarse beard.

Grievance’s index finger found his hole immediately, tracing the ring, making Milo’s body pulse with need.

Just when he thought Grievance would breach him, instead the Chimera quickly took his hand away and brought it to Milo’s lips.

“Suck on it. Get it nice and wet for me.”

Milo obeyed, taking Grievance’s finger deep in his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it. Grievance growled in delight.

“That’s it. Taste yourself.”

Milo did, and he did even more when Grievance pushed another finger, then three, into his mouth. Milo worked along those digits, coating them in spit. When Grievance pulled his hand free, a thin trail of saliva momentarily connected them.

“Perfect. I think this will do nicely,” he said, returning his slicked hand to Milo’s crack. This time, when he found his hole, he pushed right inside. Milo’s knee bent up higher on its own, welcoming Grievance inside his body.

Milo let out a long, drawn-out groan when a second, then a third finger pushed inside. He was more than ready, his body taking less time to adjust—and demanding more after only being finger-fucked for a few seconds.

“M-more~” Milo asked weakly as his free hand scrambled down his mate, searching for that thick, musky cock. But he couldn’t reach it from this angle; his mate was too long, too big.

“Looking for something?” Grievance teased, still rotating and moving his fingers in and out of Milo’s ass.

Milo’s hand balled into a fist, smacking his mate uselessly as he whined.

“You know what I’m looking for. Now give it to me.”

“So demanding,” Grievance said, but a second later removed his fingers, leaving Milo feeling thoroughly stretched and needy.

The Chimera positioned himself between Milo’s legs, and when Milo looked up at him, it was like seeing a mountain on the horizon. Big and beautiful, with an air of something mighty and ancient.

“You’re magnificent,” Milo said, starry-eyed, looking up at this naked man, the glitter of jewelry reflecting the mushroom light. “I can’t believe I get to have you.”

“Oh, you’ll have me, my little mate. You’re about to have a whole lot of me.”

Grievance’s tattoos lit up as he spoke, as lust seasoned his voice and desire darkened his eyes. Bright green light traced his tattoos in flashing swirls, like falling stars streaking across his skin.