The Rycke (Monstrous, #3)

by Lily Mayne

Rig was weird. He basically lived on hand-rolled cigarettes and vintage porn.

I was just trying to be helpful. It wasn’t like by anything I meant… well, anything. It wasn’t like I’d said, ‘Hey, if the monster wants a quick handie to take the edge off, just let me know!’ I groaned out loud as I quickly unlocked my door and stepped into the cool darkness of my room. God, what was wrong with my brain? How had it ended up there?

Apparently, I had a cum fetish—that was new knowledge for me.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled behind his mask. “They’re kind of cute. I mean, as cute as something that looks a bit like a ball sac with arms and horns can be.” I shuddered at that visual. “Your brain is fucked up, Rig.”

The life seed didn’t die. When we were done with living, we simply allowed the earth to take us back, to use our body for new life. When Gage’s human life came to an end, I would follow him. I knew it deep in the core of me already—there was no question. He was my mate.