Wyn (Monstrous, #3.5)

by Lily Mayne

He was so fragile. So vulnerable. I ached to think of him being hurt or sick again. I couldn’t even bring myself to consider what would happen when he was no longer here, and I was left alone again. Without him. I was used to being alone, but this would be different. This would ruin me. I already knew it.

“You’re staring again.” My fingers twitched. I forced myself to drag my gaze away and instead glare with disinterest at the sloping, overgrown fields beyond the deck of the house. Then I huffed. Why was I looking at this when I could be looking at Danny?

“Shut up,” I growled, dipping my head to kiss him, which I’d found was the most effective way to put an end to his incessant teasing.

I wasn’t sure he would appreciate me just killing them all so the path was clear. Maybe I’d gently suggest it when we were closer.

A reason why the very essence of me had strained for him, desperately reaching out the moment I had seen his face for the first time. I had imprinted on him without conscious thought in that moment, my blood pounding for him. He was mine. He was always supposed to be mine. I had just needed to wait for a long time to find him. But the wait had been worth it.

I could fling them all far away?” I added, eagerness bleeding into my voice. “Humans don’t tend to survive being flung great distances through the air, Wyn.”

A pointless waste of life, but humans had always been strangely cavalier about the lives of others, while remaining terrified of death themselves.

Orlith perked up, arms falling to his sides. “Would you be willing to let me—” “I will rip your tongue out with my bare hands if you finish that sentence,”

For some reason, humans just enjoyed contextualising their new experiences into things they were more familiar with.

Danny made me feel peaceful.

“We just fucked in a religious place? You had your tongue up my ass on sacred ground?” I huffed and pulled him closer to drop a kiss in his hair. “My sweet, it was a joke.” I would just have to make sure he didn’t see the shrine when we left.

I trusted Danny, and I believed him. I always believed him. But humans were fickle and sometimes reckless, especially when it came to their emotions. They felt things intensely, perhaps because of how short their lifespans were, but those feelings could change so rapidly.

Edin’s friendship and his overbearing, touchy-feely nature had been my first experience of affection in that way. It had taken me a long time to get used to him throwing his arm over my shoulder or pulling me in close, horns almost touching. It was a gesture of immense trust—the equivalent of baring your throat to a predator.

I also wondered if I should let Danny know that complimenting Edin’s horns was basically the equivalent of stating his admiration for Edin’s cock. I decided against it.

“I’m sure I could make Edin’s human piss his pants if I wanted to,”

If Wyn got to have a human pet, I wanted one too.