Edin (Monstrous, #2)

by Lily Mayne

had on a plain dark green ball cap and a simple black mask covering the lower half of my face.

My grey, long-sleeved thermal top was a little tight, but it was fine. I had a couple spares in my bag. My black pants were standard, pretty much identical to our military-issued clothing anyway.

Automatically, my free hand rose to my face, fingers tracing absently over the long scar that ran all the way from my left temple and over my upper lip, pulling one side of it up into a permanent little snarl, before ending on my chin.

At six-five, though, I normally towered over everyone.

The dude was… massive. He towered over me, which was an odd sensation. The fact that he had curving horns rising over his forehead only added to his height. His skin was a pale purple, and I could see the hint of a fang peeking from between his lips. His hair was long and kind of messy. Also purple. Dark purple, like his eyes, which were bigger than a human’s and had much larger irises, giving them a creepy look. He had a cord of leather with a pendant around his neck, and wore nothing else except a black kilt that fell just below his knees, and heavy black boots. Every inch of him was muscle, I realised as unease settled in my gut. If he did try and attack me, I wouldn’t stand a chance. The thing that snagged and held my gaze, though, was the long tail that flicked lazily back and forth behind his legs. Its tip was a lethal, wicked sharp point. Like a dagger.

Don’t worry, human.” He shot me a wide, fanged grin. “I think you’re pretty.”

I eyed his tail, which was flicking irritably, its dagger-like tip swiping dangerously close to me. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or not, and I narrowed my eyes at his broad, bare back with suspicion. “Watch the tail.”

He shot me a wolfish grin. “You can call me whatever you want, human.” His voice was a low rumble, somehow intensely intimate. My breath caught, and I felt my throat bob as I swallowed. I saw his big eyes track the movement before he turned to face forward again.

I glanced over at him, and my eyes snagged on his tiny nipples. They were a dark brownish purple, which was kind of weird, but also… My belly swooped

I used it to shave my face and buzz my hair down short, relieved to be rid of the tangled mess that had itched under my ball cap.

Hunter

his eyes were greedily taking in the light covering of hair on my chest, before dropping to follow the trail from my navel that disappeared into my underwear.

fingertips brushed featherlight over the trail of hair below my navel.

feathered lightly over the short hair between my pecs.

My eyes were light brown, although I’d once hooked up with someone who said they looked “like amber” in the sunlight. I remembered snorting at that in disbelief, brushing off the poetic meaningless crap. My hair was short and a plain light brown. Pretty boring. Overall, my face had been fine before I’d gotten the scar—I’d never had any problems getting someone into bed if I wanted to. Now, though… Now, all I saw was that distorted snarl of a top lip. That thick, indented jagged line that narrowly missed the corner of my eye and warped the skin over my cheekbone, pulling it a little too tight in places.

Fine. Fuck it. If I had to sit around for the next few hours waiting, might as well waste the time watching the Soul Eater and his human boyfriend play goddamn baseball on the roof of an abandoned apartment building. Why the fuck not, right?

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you, josdo,” he said, and my heart started to pound harder in my chest. “Josdo?” I repeated, trying to pronounce it just how he had—joz-doh. My voice was hoarse. “What does that mean?” Edin grinned wide, fangs glinting as he leaned forward. “It means ‘morsel’, human. Because that day we met, when I told you I didn’t want to eat you…” He leaned even closer to nuzzle my ear, making a pleasant shiver run up my spine. “…I lied.”

“I want to run my tongue over every inch of your beautiful body,” Edin rumbled. He made a low sound. “You’re so much bigger and stronger than other humans I’ve seen. I want to touch you all over.”

His dick was enormous. Long and thick, dusky purple with winding veins and a big mushroomed head that was already wet. His balls were big and heavy, smooth and a darker shade of purple.

“Shut up, Hunter. I’m going with you.” Edin bared his fangs at Wyn over my shoulder. “Mind your fucking business, Wyn. I don’t meddle in your affairs.”

“What?” Wyn’s creepy voice was incredulous. “You meddle in my affairs all the time, you—”

His lips looked so firm and full. They were a slightly darker shade of lavender to his skin. He had a sharp, pronounced cupid’s bow.

Edin

Hatton,

Hunter

I could still see the word Wyn had carved into his chest with painstaking precision. MONSTER.

You need to get fucked good and hard, human, if you interpreted those sounds as pain.”

Charlie’s horrified eyes met mine. Welp, my best friend now knew what I sounded like when I was getting railed to within an inch of my life. My face flared with heat. Holy shit, this was getting way out of hand.

“He is mine, human,” Edin snarled, taking a step forward. “I am his, he is mine. Not yours. Yes? Do you understand?”

I wondered for a moment if love was different for humans. If he meant something different by it. For me, it was an overwhelming sensation in my chest that swelled so big when I looked at him, or breathed him in, or lost myself in his beautiful body. It was a bone-deep instinct to keep Hunter safe. To keep him fed and warm and happy. To do anything, risk anything, to see those things happen.