Page 89 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Always,” Milo gasped.

“Then you know what to do. I want your mouth open—begging for it.”

Milo obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as it would go, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Grievance grabbed the end of his chin and looked into his mouth.

“So perfect. So needy for me, begging like this.”

Green flashed at the edges of the Chimera’s tattoos as he called upon his magic. Called upon that incredible power to change his shape, his body, all to please his mate.

This transformation was Milo’s favorite.

This time, when Grievance stuck out his tongue to plunder Milo’s mouth, it slithered out like a serpent, a foot long, with split forks at the end. A basilisk’s tongue. Milo was allowed one more breath before it shot into his mouth, and Grievance smashed their lips together.

Milo groaned as loud as he could as that thick wet muscle buried itself in his mouth, sliding down his tongue, fucking his throat as it pumped in and out. It was thicker at the base, wide enough that Milo’s lips struggled to accommodate it.

Grievance worked his mouth like a starving man devouring his first meal in months. Spit spilled from the edges of Milo’s lips as that wet serpent made a mess of him. All Milo could do was suck in shallow breaths through his nose while his throat was ravaged raw.

Finally, Grievance withdrew, like a beast returning to its cave, and Milo gasped, more spit falling from his lips—even more going down his throat as he swallowed.

All the while, the Chimera’s thick shaft pressed hard against Milo’s leg, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down his thigh, thick and distinct from the spray of the shower.

Good. He’s reaching his limit, too.

“Would you like me to use this tongue… somewhere else?” Grievance asked, and he was gasping now, chest heaving, body pressing tighter to Milo’s. Hands reached down to Milo’s ass, sliding into his crease until a finger pressed against Milo’s hole. “Here perhaps?”

Milo was past words. He was pretty sure Grievance had sucked them directly from his mouth. All he could do was let out the most pathetic whimper as he pushed back onto that finger, trying desperately to work it inside where he needed it.

But that finger withdrew the second Milo tried to apply any more pressure. He let out a frustrated groan, balling up a fist and slamming it weakly into Grievance’s chest.

“Stop teasing… I can’t take any more. Please… I need you so bad.”

Milo was on the verge of tears, the edging breaking him more than Grievance’s bruising grip ever could.

“Soon, my witch. I promise. But I need to mark you one more time.” He pressed a light kiss to Milo’s lips, almost apologetic. “Where would you like it?”

And Milo must have been a fucking sadist, because he wasn’t sure what possessed him to lift one knee, opening himself.

“Here,” he panted, rubbing at the delicate skin of his inner thigh.

Grievance touched that spot, his hand so close to finally stroking Milo’s pleading cock that he moaned in despair.

“Patience,” Grievance growled. “If I can resist the need to force my way into your petite body before you’ve been adequately prepared, you can endure my touch a few minutes longer.”

“Fine,” Milo ground out. “Just. Hurry.”

Grievance fell to his knees in the shower, and Milo couldn’t help but admire the sight. It was a bit comical, given how massive Grievance was in the tiny shower. Standing broadside, his shoulders barely fit.

Milo ran his hands through those long, wet strands. Grievance closed his eyes, humming as Milo played with his hair. Just like on the night they met.

“You’re beautiful. Have I told you that before?” Milo asked.

And he was definitely sex drunk because, of course, he’d told him that. But suddenly, it felt like he could spend the rest of his life telling Grievance how handsome he was. And it wouldn’t be enough.

“Mmm, not as breathtaking as you.” Grievance looked up at Milo like a prophet might to a god. “Just… look at you.”

Grievance ran his hands all the way from Milo’s throat, tracing a line down his chest, circling his pebbled nipples, down his flat stomach, before stopping just short of touching Milo’s erect, leaking shaft.

“Such a perfect body. Makes me want to leave my mark on every inch of you.” In a flash, he grabbed Milo behind the knee, lifting his leg and opening him wide. “Let’s start right here.”