Page 75 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Not done with you yet,” Grievance whispered against his lips.

The next second, the world spun as Milo was twisted, his back now pressed against Grievance’s muscled chest. His mate picked him up by the backs of his thighs, spreading Milo, lifting him⁠—

“NNNNG!” Milo groaned through clenched teeth as Grievance lowered Milo onto his raging erection. Milo sank lower and lower until he was seated on his mate’s lap, completely impaled on his cock.

“Now I can take you and reach this.”

Milo felt teeth clamp around the sensitive junction between his neck and shoulder. Right over his barely healed mating mark. He didn’t bite hard, just hard enough to hold on, but Milo still hissed as teeth gripped the bruised skin.

Grievance rose to his knees, holding Milo with him and…

“Fuck Grievance! Fuck fuck fuck!” Milo said as Grievance began a merciless pace, slamming hard into his body. Milo reached behind him, hanging onto Grievance’s neck for dear life as Grievance fucked him, using him like a cock sleeve. Milo’s own erection bobbed up and down in front of him, leaking pre-cum.

From this angle, with each bottom-out going so deep, Milo swore he saw a bulge appear just below his navel; his prostate was getting rubbed with delicious pressure each time.

“Grievance~!” Milo cried as orgasm came racing towards him, tightening in his belly and drawing up his balls. His mate didn’t slow, and Milo felt the Chimera’s cock thicken inside him, the way it did right before⁠—

Milo let out a long, drawn-out moan, his cock spurting his milky release onto the grass as he came, completely untouched. Grievance’s pace stuttered a moment, and Milo felt his arms shake as he held him.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck you’re clenching me so hard.”

Milo felt himself fall forward as he was pressed to the cool grass, his sensitive cock now pinned beneath his body as Grievance followed him down, fucking him from behind. Milo’s fingers dug into the strands of grass, pulling them up from their roots as he desperately sought to cling to something. Anything. His entire body shook every time Grievance’s hips met his ass, pounding him into the ground.

“Oh, my mate. I’m going to fill you up so good.”

A few more deep plunges into his body were all it took before Grievance growled into his ear. He thrust a final time, spilling his seed at the deepest point he could reach. Milo felt each pulse of his hot release. His thick cum warmed him from the inside.

“That’s right. Take it. Take it until you’re bursting with my pups,” Grievance growled, punching his hips up a couple more times, as though to ensure Milo took every last drop.

And it was definitely the post orgasm bliss flooding his brain, but for one crazy second Milo thought…

I would. If my body were made to carry your pups. I would do it, my mate. I’d carry them, and welcome them into our family.

But of course that was the sex-addled part of his brain talking.

They stayed like that for a few more seconds, allowing their senses to slowly return. Milo’s vision cleared first, until he could identify each glow mushroom bordering the clearing. The air was filled with the music of autumn nights: rustling leaves and the hooting of horned owls. It smelled like cold, if cold were to have a smell. Crisp and awake. And last came feeling. The cool press of silky grass against his stomach. And the heat of his mate pressed against his ass, their bodies still connected.

Grievance was slow to pull out, letting Milo’s body grip him one last time until he came free, his spent cock resting against Milo’s bare thigh with a wet slap. Then Milo felt soft lips press to his mating mark.

“I love you, Milo. My mate. My everything.”

Milo hummed contentedly into the grass as Grievance continued to trail gentle, worshiping kisses down his spine, across his shoulders, and back up his neck, all while murmuring sweet things into the night.

Eventually, the kisses slowed.

The clearing had gone quiet around them. Not silent—the forest was never truly silent—but peaceful. Crickets chirped beyond the circle of glowing mushrooms. Rustling branches whispered overhead. Milo might have stayed there forever. Naked in the grass. Warm beneath his mate. Thoroughly worshiped and far too satisfied to remember how his legs worked.

Then he noticed the lantern. It stood at the center of the clearing, dark beneath the moonlight.

Waiting.

“We should light it.”

Grievance lifted his head from where he’d been kissing Milo’s shoulder. “Feels odd to do it now.”

“Why?” Milo asked, genuinely curious.

“After it just watched what I did to you, I hardly feel like it’ll listen to my prayers.”