Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

“Tiny horns,” Edin muttered in a conspiratorial tone to Hunter as we approached. He snorted. “So?” “Just saying.”

you know what they say about tiny horns

My eyes swept over his shoulder to the hilt of a sword—a freaking sword—that was peeking up. Did this guy think he was some modern-day conqueror or something? Where did he get a sword from? Now I’d seen it, I kind of wanted one.

him. Charlie. The charming, handsome newcomer who already had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.

you’ll be having him do other things with that palm of his hehehhh

“What do you even want to talk about? We don’t know each other. We’re not doing this to form a lifelong fucking friendship.”

JUST A MALE LIFE PARTNERSHIP

I, uh… I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.” He quirked a brow at me. “You must be nervous all the time, then.”

Try and think of him like you do Edin, my brain suggested, and I almost physically cringed at the idea. I couldn’t. Mainly because I definitely did not want to fuck Edin—I’d seen what he was packing beneath that kilt; there was no way in hell I’d ever let that baseball bat anywhere near me. But when I looked at Moth, I could never decide if I wanted to strangle him or start tearing off his clothes. He was infuriatingly attractive. His face was like a work of art—almost too perfect to be real. Definitely too perfect to be human. Didn’t stop me wanting to punch it, though.

He looked… lost. Like I felt all the time.

My tail slapped against the shower floor with aroused agitation, but I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed as I ate his ass feverishly.

My ancestors watching me reading this shaking their damn heads i just know

It was how I’d gotten so good with my sword—because I made sure to kill every single person who I came across hurting something.

Slay (literally)

“Run away from the humans next time,” I told it flatly. “They’re all shit. Except for one.”

I just kept walking, trying to ignore the fact that a little spike-monkey monster was wrapped around my leg.

Hold on tight, spikey-monkey

At least I’d had him for a little while. At least I knew what it was like to want someone so fiercely it consumed me, and to be wanted back.

“Don’t worry about Moth’s lack of horns, Charlie,” he told me earnestly. “I’m sure he is still very virile. Well, you’d know, anyway. Is he? Virile?”

“I’ll teach you.” I kissed the top of his head, leaving my mouth pressed there so he could feel my grin. “Then I can leave you dirty notes.”

Rhys and feyre vibes