Wyn (Monstrous, #3.5)

by Lily Mayne

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.

“If it looks like you are in any danger whatsoever, I’m murdering them.”

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

“You know if I tell anyone all the sweet shit you say to me, no one’s gonna be scared of you anymore.”

Danny took it without questioning further, which made me both love him even more and also flinch internally. Living in the Wastes had changed him somewhat, making him a little tougher and more world-weary, but he was still sweetly naïve. And unflinchingly loyal to me, trusting me implicitly. It made me forever grateful that he wanted to be with me, because the thought of him falling prey to anyone who would take advantage of his gentle nature made me want to murder things. All the things.

The realisation that I might get to have this for the rest of my life made my throat ache. I held him closer and pressed my nose and mouth to the top of his head, content to breathe him in for the hours that he slept.

“Yeah. Our good deed for the day is done.” Danny kept his arm around my waist as we started walking, glancing back at the nask. “Don’t get eaten, little guy.” “We’re supposed to do a good deed every day?” I muttered.

I would never admit it out loud, because he would gloat, but this was more than nice. This was… wonderful. There had never been—and never would be—another being in the universe who I could be this relaxed and content around. Not even Edin, who I trusted with my life.

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 love you, Wyn,” he said, voice slightly hoarse. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m so glad I met you. And that I get to spend the next few thousand years with you,” he added, grinning up at me. My throat ached. I swallowed convulsively, wishing I still had my coat on and my hood up to hide how vulnerable I felt as I stared back at him, unable to control the naked adoration that I knew was showing on my face. “I love you, too.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him tighter to me. “You were always meant to meet me. You’re mine.”

“I never really believed in fate, or soul mates, but… I think you’re mine.” “I am yours,” I said, tone domineering as I dropped my hands to palm his ass. Danny choked out a laugh and circled my neck with his arms. “Okay, fine, sorry. You are my soul mate.” I grunted my approval and leaned down to kiss him, intent on showing him just how perfect he was for me.