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. Okay, so maybe the mindreading thing was a bit farfetched.

“You are my Androcles.” I grinned shakily even as I asked, “Who?” He chuckled. “The slave who pulled the thorn from the lion’s paw.” “Oh.” I had only vague recollections of the story, but I still flushed with pleasure. “And like the lion,”—Gloam reached out and cupped my chin—“I will be loyal to you always, my Adam. I will never leave your side.”