Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

Seemed like it wasn’t just Hunter chasing monster dick, then. Well—and Danny. I’d only met him briefly, but he had apparently decided on the most monstrous dick of monster dicks. The Soul Eater was… terrifying.

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

And they were aimed at Ghost with an embarrassingly obvious expression. Christ, his pupils had practically reshaped themselves into cartoon hearts. I suppressed my wince, glancing down at Ghost’s hand firmly tucked inside Aury’s. Tough break, dude.

HAHAHA I can't with charlie!

Where did he get a sword from? Now I’d seen it, I kind of wanted one.

Sameeeee

“You got a problem, asshole?” Uh oh. Hunter was bristling, his eyes hard as he stared down Moth.

God i forgot how much i love hunter!

“Hunter’s not an introvert,” I said cheerfully. “He’s just an unlikeable asshole.”

Moth, who’d been standing there in silence, huffed and stalked off. I quirked a brow at him. This little trip was going to be fun, then.

Geez, everyone was just loving monsters these days, huh?

Everyone just fucking loved the new human in the camp. Edin’s surly human lover didn’t really speak to anyone or make an effort to ingratiate himself with the raiders, but the one with dark hair and grey eyes—Charlie—seemed to effortlessly draw attention and make people want to flock to him. With his big, stupid smile and smooth, low voice with a southern accent.

My face burned as Hunter and Edin fussed over me like I was their only child getting ready to go on his first school field trip.

Two proud dads

Hunter was still staring hard at him. “He’s an asshole. I don’t trust him to watch out for Charlie.” I choked on a laugh at that and teased, “He’s an asshole? Have you met you, Hatton?”

Thats the truth lmao

He was irritatingly attractive. Even the back of him was. The wide shoulders and long legs. The sword. Why was the sword so hot? He should have looked like a douche.

“Fuck me, if this is you without a problem, then I don’t want to be around you when you actually have something to be pissed about.”

Seriously, why was the sword so freaking hot?

Yeah, I was attracted to Moth, even though he was an asshole most of the time and in love with a raider. And I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me too, even just a little. I was also pretty sure that he hated it.

“You got me a scarf?” I let out a blissful sigh, my warm breath heating my cold chin and nose under the fabric. “Thanks, Moth.” He grunted, pale eyes flashing to me before he started walking again. “So you stop bitching about being cold.”

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.

I woke when I felt the bed dip behind me. The room was pitch black, the air cooler against my exposed shoulder, making me shiver. My gut lurched with pleasure when I felt Moth press up against my back, a sleeve-covered arm reaching over to wrap around my chest. I shivered again, not from the cold this time, when warm lips pressed against my bare shoulder blade.

“I love every part of you,” I told him. “You’re perfect.”

“I just hate everyone.” He was silent for a moment, before he croaked, “I don’t hate you.”

I don’t hate you either. I like you, Moth. I want you. Do you want me back? For more than just sex? Are you still in love with Ghost?

He snorted and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Princess.” I burst out laughing and tugged him back into me when he went to pull away. “Okay then. Drop your pants, slayer.” He let out a husky chuckle.

God their banter is top tier

“Are you all done? You need to sleep.” I grinned at him. “Yeah, all clean. Thanks, nurse.” Moth huffed and stood up to help me out, muttering, “You’re such a shithead.”

If I ever made it back to that camp, I was going to give that fucking monster a piece of my mind.

“I love you, Charlie,” he said quietly in his husky voice. My chest went tight, something inside me clicking into place. Finally. “I love you too.”

Finally.