Gloam (Monstrous, #4)

by Lily Mayne

What if there were beasties who could hear your thoughts or something? I decided to test it. Take your pants off, I projected down at him, staring at that weird cage. Show me your dick. I haven’t seen a dick except my own in so long, man. No one has to know. He didn’t react.

I sat up immediately and practically flung myself out of bed to get away. Nope. No, thank you. I would have lived a very happy life without knowing what my best friend sounded like in the throes of monster-induced passion, but it was too late for that now. That knowledge had already burned itself into my brain, and I had to find a way to live with it.

Ghost wasn’t perverted. Aury wasn’t a freak or a thing. Neither was the beastie chained to Mary’s RV. They were just different. And different was good, in my opinion. Different was great.

“Don’t make me get a boner while I’m kneeling in blood. Who knows what kind of kink could spawn from that.”