Lor (Monstrous, #7)

by Lily Mayne

“I’m sorry,” I croaked, knowing it was pointless. He couldn’t understand me. The food basket and water were untouched, but at least he was still alive. Though I had no idea if crying meant the same thing for his kind as it did for us—perhaps he wasn’t sad. Perhaps he was… leaking out all his internal fluids because he was dying.

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. I just like knowing my buddy is getting some. Sow those wild oats, you know? Or, I mean, not so wild, if you’re in a committed relationship. Sow those committed oats, my man.”

“All your food and drink is stored in such brightly coloured vessels.” He smoothed out the empty chip packet carefully. “I will keep this. Soon I will have a glorious collection of otherworld artifacts.” My chest ached at how sweet he was. “You don’t have to keep it. It’s just trash.” He gasped. “It is not trash! It is from your world, and you gave it to me. Therefore it is precious.”

I was usually the one who threw myself at him, attacking him with my lips and tongue, hurriedly trying to tug the clothes from his body. Jugs was always gentle with me—well, until he was buried deep inside me. Then the pleasure got too much, and he fucked me so hard and fast that I could do nothing but take it.

Lifting our joined hands, he pressed my fingertips to his mouth—to the ring piercing his lower lip. “This means that I will never want anyone else. My mouth will never touch another. I will never speak ill of you. Your name is the first thing I want to pass my lips every morning and the last thing I say every night.”

It was so inhuman, unlike anything else, but I loved it. I loved him—everything about him. He was my person. The one I was always meant to be with, even though we were from different worlds. Even though we’d been torn apart for so long. He’d waited for me.