Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

I’d never come that hard in my life. From giving myself a tug job while Moth masturbated above me. We hadn’t even really touched.

I held out the box, trying not to stare at Moth as he picked one out with long, tattooed fingers. His hair was wet and half tied back, covering the pointed tips of his ears, so he’d been up for a while.

My gut tightened. Fuck, I wanted to kiss him. Honestly, I wanted to forget searching for Cat and get back into bed with him to repeat what we’d done last night. Or maybe do more. Maybe he’d let me touch him.

I wondered if he was imagining telling Ghost that we hadn’t been able to find Cat. A sharp spike of jealousy went through me before I could stop it, which was fucking ridiculous. We’d fooled around once. I’d gone into it knowing he was in love with someone else.

ow my heart

My heart was pounding, and I didn’t want to let go of Moth’s arm, even though it slowed us down. We could easily lose each other in this teeming mass of fleeing people. He didn’t comment on it and didn’t slow his pace, his fingers gripping the edge of my coat to keep hold of me too.

Moth knelt in front of me and grasped my knees, quickly letting go of the right one when I hissed in pain. “I need to check the house is safe, Charlie.” His pale eyes bored into mine. “I’ll be right back. Okay?”

Ignoring the pain, I lifted my hand and found Moth’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Moth. You saved both of us.”

And humans all felt the same about me because of my monster side. I clenched my jaw and focused on Charlie. Whatever. I didn’t need any of them. Except… Charlie didn’t care about my monster side. Charlie had seen me naked, for fuck’s sake—though not all of me—and he still… wanted me. Despite what I looked like under my clothes.

He’d kissed me. He’d gotten hard just from kissing me—really hard. And he’d made himself come in front of me, and he hadn’t seemed disgusted when I lost control and shoved my hand down my pants at the sight of it. In fact, he’d seemed to like it.

It had all felt so much… better, because I’d felt like I actually had permission to stare at him. To want him. There hadn’t been the fear that if I stared for too long, he’d sneer and ask me what the fuck I thought I was looking at. He wanted me back. He’d wanted me to look at him.

Eventually, the tension in Charlie’s body exhausted him and he fell asleep. I left the cloth on his forehead and sat on the floor beside the couch. I wrapped my arms around my knees and let my head fall back against the cushion. Charlie’s shoulder pressed against my temple, and before I could stop myself, I turned my head to lean into his warmth, my eyes sliding shut.

I pulled his blanket out of his bag and covered him with it, because the house was cold. We were too close to the city to risk a fire, even though there were still logs piled up in a metal frame beside the fireplace in here. I pulled my coat tighter around myself and nestled my cheek closer to Charlie’s shoulder, soaking up his warmth.

I swallowed, fear slithering through me at the thought of the Soul Eater. I’d never met him, but I knew Edin knew him, which had always made me more wary of Edin—the fact that he was friends with the ghoul who appeared every three years to slaughter at random.

hehe wyn is so cute and scary

“Do you feel ill?” I asked quickly, terror gripping me at the thought of having to watch Charlie slowly weaken and die.

“Do you know how to get into New York?” I nodded and tried to tamp down the flash of pleasure I felt when Charlie gave me an impressed grin.

My stomach clenched when he sat forward with a groan, then shot me his charming grin. “I really hope I at least get to kiss you one more time before we both possibly die painful, parasitic deaths.” Uncertainty flitted over his features. “If you want to, that is.”

He was so careful with me, and I appreciated it more than I could express, even as it made me feel hideously exposed and pathetic.

When I started to lean in, he met me halfway. Strong fingers slid through my hair as his mouth moved softly against mine. I suppressed the small sound that tried to rise from my throat when our lips parted and our tongues glided together. Fuck, it felt so good. He tasted so good, even with the faint bitterness from the aspirin he’d swallowed.

Charlie had looked at me kind of like that when we were fooling around. Like his entire being was focused on me. Like he was desperate for me.

I couldn’t stop the little moan that vibrated against Charlie’s mouth as he sucked on my tongue before curling his around the piercing through the centre of it. I felt him smile against my mouth before he pulled back.

You could stay with me. I stiffened up as the thought crossed through my mind. Would I even want that? I’d been alone for so long. My whole life. I was used to it, even if the loneliness became almost crushing sometimes.

He didn’t want anything from me except… casual sex. I hoped I’d be able to get over my fears to give him that much, at least.

this is a little too real haha....ha......

“Are you sure your pack’s not too heavy? I can carry it.” I grinned over at Moth as I adjusted the straps of my backpack to tug it higher. “Are you gettin’ sweet on me, Moth?” He flushed pink and looked away. “You’re so annoying.”

And now that I knew he wanted to continue our casual arrangement, I was eager to show him how gorgeous and desirable he was. That he wasn’t repulsive. I wanted him to experience all the pleasure he’d been missing out on.

His gloved hands were stuffed in his coat pockets, head tilted down and his damp hair braided back. A few strands had come loose, like they always did, to flutter over his high cheekbones above his scarf. He was so beautiful.

Despite the cold, my cock jerked in my pants at the memory of Moth on top of me. His tongue in my mouth, and the slick sounds his hand had made in his pants before he jerked and shuddered with his orgasm. When were we going to do it again?

I glanced over to see what he was looking at, going still when my gaze landed on the bed. It was big. Covered in a thick, dusty floral quilt. Looked pretty sturdy. I looked at Moth again. His chest was rising slightly quicker than normal, and he clutched the straps of his backpack so tight his knuckles bleached. My heartrate sped up, skin prickling with awareness as we stood there in silence, staring at each other.

And then one of us was moving. Or both of us. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that Moth’s pierced tongue was suddenly in my mouth and his hands were shoving my coat off my shoulders, taking my bags with it, everything dropping to the floor with a dull thud. I did the same with him, kissing him frantically as his sword clattered to the floor.

When long fingers wrapped around my prick through my underwear, I grunted against his mouth and flexed my hips. Moth made a small sound before breaking the kiss, sucking in fast breaths. “You… you’re so hard.” His voice was low and husky, despite the way his eyes told me he still couldn’t quite believe I wanted him that much.

His fingers mapped out my length through the fabric. They were trembling when he slipped them past the band of my underwear, his breath catching as he touched my bare cock for the first time.

Before Moth could get self-conscious lying on the bed waiting for me—which I knew he would—I climbed back over him and leaned down to kiss him.

“You know, the morning after we fooled around, I made myself come again thinking about it,” I murmured, grinning against his mouth.

Moth’s breath caught, long fingers tightening on my ass. I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before asking, “Do you… want to do that again? Or something else?”

“Maybe we could… do it to each other,” he managed to get out eventually, face flaring pink. I grinned, anticipation tightening my gut. “Yeah? You’re… okay with me touching you?” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he nodded.

I made sure the lust was plain on my face as I stared down at him. Moth grabbed my arm and pulled me back down to capture my lips. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest against mine, and I raised a hand to cup his cheek as our tongues glided together.

I couldn’t feel any answering hardness from him against my stiff cock, but there was intense heat emanating from his body. And when he shifted closer, breaths ragged against my mouth, the underside of my shaft brushed over slickness, making me moan gutturally.

I really wanted to feel his ass, remembering how tight and firm it had looked, but didn’t want him to tense up if I got near his tail. Against my fingertips, I could feel the scarred symbols that ran down his spine.

so cute with his lil tail

He let out a little moan and rolled onto his back, taking me with him, our legs tangled and that wet heat rubbing against my thigh. My cock jerked against his hip, leaking pre-cum that smeared over his skin when I arched forward. The sheets pooled around our waists, and I could feel his chest heaving against mine as our tongues thrust together hungrily.

At his words, I realised I could now feel a stiff, pulsing length against my thigh, as well as the wet heat that was short-circuiting my brain. I desperately wanted to look down and see him naked, but forced myself not to, instead dipping my head to kiss him softly. “What do you want to do?” I asked in a murmur.

I nodded and reached up to grip his wrist, bringing it down so I could kiss his palm. “Then you take my hand and show me where. We’ll stay under the covers.”

“No.” He released my hand and shoved his white hair back from his flushed face. “It’s not fair to make you touch me when I’m not… normal, if you haven’t even… seen.” Before I could protest that, he cringed slightly and added in a flat voice, “And I’d rather know if you’re not into it before we—Before anything else.”

wait im sobbing

“Charlie, please,” he choked out when I still hadn’t moved, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Just do it. And then—If you’re not interested, just… don’t say anything. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” My throat ached painfully at the idea of him thinking I’d just get up and leave in silence while he lay here completely exposed to another person for the first time in his life.

Moth’s quick, anxious breaths were loud in the silence of the room. I slowly moved back to sit on my heels, the sheets pooling behind me around his calves. He kept his arm slung over his eyes, but I could see how tightly clenched his jaw was.

im so sad for him its ok bb youre beautiful

I let my eyes drift lower, my dick getting painfully hard again in a rush just from looking at his gorgeous body. He did have a cock. It was long and slim, flushed pink at the head—which didn’t have a tiny slit at the very tip. Instead, it had a long slit down the underside of the mushroomed head that ended at a human-looking frenulum. It looked tender, and clear fluid was leaking from it and meandering down his length, which was already slick and glistening all over.

His tail lay between his legs against the mattress, the tip thumping with his agitation.

cuteee

My gaze automatically slid back to his cock, my mouth watering at the sight of it. There were delicate veins winding up his length, but I could also see a faint texture all over it, almost like his scales, but a little smoother.

I swallowed hard, sliding my hands up to his narrow hips. “You’re perfect,” I croaked, forcing myself not to dig my fingers in and hold him tighter. “I want to touch you so much, Moth. If you still want me to.”

Trying not to immediately fall on him like a slavering beast, I took a deep breath, released my cock, and leaned forward to kiss him.

As we kissed hungrily, I slid my palm up and down his side to try and relax him before touching him any lower.

Our cocks slid together, his so hot and slick, making me groan with pleasure.