Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

“You need to sleep too,” I said, looking back up at Moth. He was paler than normal, shadows under his eyes, but he gave me a little smile. “I will. After you’re clean and in bed.” He looped his arm around my waist under my backpack and led me out of the kitchen.

He helped me in there, and I didn’t complain even though it wasn’t like I couldn’t walk fine. I did feel a little unsteady, and besides, I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to be pressed up against Moth.

“Still the best nurse out here.” I grinned at Moth as he flushed the wound out, trying not to wince. “Sexiest nurse I ever had.” His lips quirked even as he grunted and raised a brow at me. “Maybe stop getting hurt, though.”

“Once you’re healed,” he murmured. I snorted. “This’ll take a while to heal. I’m not waiting that long to get my mouth back on you.”

My heavy eyes drifted shut again when he wrapped his arm around me, nestling his face against my back and sighing deeply.

ugh theyre so cute

I realised Moth was still asleep beside me. I stared at him, even though my eyes were still bleary with exhaustion. I needed more sleep, but I couldn’t help but force myself to stay awake for a few minutes so I could look at him.

My gut clenched with a heavy throb of want. Not just for his body. Not just for sex. For him. I wanted him. Like wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt for him, but love felt too strong just yet. But… I was pretty sure I could. Love him.

I wanted to keep him close. I wanted to protect him from judgemental people who treated him like shit, and monsters who rejected him and called him a half-breed, and his awful parent and their guards who hurt him.

I’d enjoy it while it lasted. Getting to be close to him. Getting to kiss him and hear his husky laugh and see his rare smiles. Getting to touch him and taste him and feel his hands on me. And when the time came for us to part ways, I’d deal with it. I was a big boy. I could handle a little heartbreak. Although I already knew that it would be particularly painful.

dont mind me im just SOBBING

He huffed and rested his hand on my chest, fingers sifting absently through the sparse hair there and making me shiver. “Charlie.” His voice was low and husky in the dark. I heard him swallow. “Can I—Can I kiss you?” My gut bottomed out. “Yes,” I rasped straight away. “You don’t have to ask.”

When I felt the rough warmth of Moth’s scales against my thigh, I realised he was only in his boxer briefs and a long-sleeved shirt. My chest tightened with the knowledge that he felt more comfortable with me—with himself.

I hadn’t come since Chicago, and now Moth was jerking me off in the dark with his long, tattooed fingers. This wasn’t going to last anywhere near as long as I wanted it to.

“F-fuck.” I peered down, even though I couldn’t see anything, as he kissed his way down my chest. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” His voice was husky, but I could hear the nerves tingeing his tone. “I’ve—I’ve wanted to suck your dick for ages, Charlie.”

He moved to kneel between my legs, and I could feel a faint tremor running through his body as his long fingers curled around my hips. My chest ached, and I was about to reach down and cup his face when his head dipped and wet heat slid around the tip of my cock.

“It feels so good.” I reached down and cupped his cheek. “You don’t need to—Just keep using your hand.” When his fingers curled hesitantly back around my cock, I sighed in bliss and relaxed down onto the mattress. But then his tongue circled my tip again, making everything stiffen back up with a hard rush of pleasure. As he started bobbing his head, sucking softly and stroking my cock in time, I let out a choked groan.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come soon.”

UGH i love the baby pet name so much

This felt so much better than anything else I’d ever done with someone. The pleasure wasn’t just concentrated in my dick. It spread throughout every part of me, making my chest get hot and tight, my throat ache. I was shaking as I ignored the burning pain in my shoulder to reach down with my other hand and cup his face. “Moth,” I croaked shakily as my cock grew agonisingly hard in his mouth, swelling. “I’m gonna come.”

My breath caught as he leaned down and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His hand was trembling when it found mine, and he drew it down between his spread thighs, making my gut lurch with pleasure. “Please,” he mumbled shakily against my mouth, then let out a hitching moan when I slid my fingers over his slit. It was dripping wet and throbbing with heat. I groaned and slid two fingers inside him, my cock trying to rouse when he clenched tight around them and moaned into my mouth.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, my voice hoarse as I turned my head to nuzzle his temple. He was panting into my neck, but I felt his lips curl into a tiny smile. Relief made me go weak. “I’m great,” he whispered, lifting his head to kiss me.

I threaded my gloved fingers through Moth’s without saying anything, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. He didn’t comment and didn’t pull away. I started doing it every morning after we packed up our camp for the night and kept walking. I held his hand, and sometimes I tugged down our scarves so I could kiss his cheek or mouth. He flushed with pleasure every time.

The bed in the last place we’d stayed at had been nothing but a bare frame, so instead I’d pressed Moth against the door and dropped to my knees. After tugging his pants down to mid-thigh, I’d sucked his cock and licked him as his tail thumped restlessly against the door, hands fisting my hair tight.

I didn’t know if my good mood rubbed off on Moth, but he seemed happier too. He laughed more, and he seemed to like holding my hand. Eventually he even instigated kisses or easy, intimate touches between us when we set up camp for the night. Like sliding his arms around me and hugging me from behind, kissing the back of my neck as he walked past, or leaning into me while we were eating.

He’d been starved of affection for so long—his whole life. I showered him with it to make up for the lack he’d experienced, and it was no hardship. I wanted to give him everything.

Monsters really weren’t as black and white as humans made them out to be.

Fuck people. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need anyone else—that I’d stay with him. That I liked him—more than liked him—just the way he was. Prickly, defensive attitude, arrogance and all.

“So you got donuts, huh?” I teased. “Are you getting a sweet tooth?” He huffed. “I got them for you. Even though…” His cheeks flushed. “It’s your money, but… I thought you’d want them.” I freaking melted.

“I can’t read.” His voice was small and ashamed, and my chest clenched tight as I stared at him, slowly setting the rest of my sandwich on its plastic wrapper. He kept his head bent, even as he carefully put down the paper and reached for his iced tea with slightly trembling fingers.

poor sweet moth its ok

“Do you want to learn?” I asked, making sure my voice didn’t sound at all patronising or pitying. “I can teach you.”

“We don’t have time for that.” “Of course we do,” I protested immediately. “No, we don’t,” he said flatly, reaching for his salad again. “We have to find Cat, and then we’ll be travelling back to the camp. And then…” A ball of ice formed in the pit of my stomach. And then we’d be parting ways.

It wasn’t just the desire to have someone. It was him. I wanted him.

I leaned forward and kissed him again, murmuring, “What if I sweeten the deal by eating your ass in there?” Moth’s breath caught so fast he nearly choked. His face flamed pink even as his filmy pupils expanded in a rush. We hadn’t done that yet, but shit, I wanted to.

“See? Moth, when I look at you, I don’t sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. Because they’re not flaws. They’re just a part of you. And I love every part of you. You’re beautiful.”

Moth snorted and shifted, slouching lower until his head rested on my shoulder. I started reading out loud, and after a few minutes he shifted again, curling into me and resting his head on my chest with his arm slung over my belly. My heart spasmed, giving a mighty thud. I dipped my head to press a kiss into his hair, then started reading again, my voice a little hoarser this time.

When I looked over at Moth, he was scowling as he stared at the convenience store clerk. My mouth twitched. We didn’t want to draw more attention to ourselves than was necessary, but the sight of his jealousy made my insides swoop. I leaned over and kissed the side of his neck. “Ready, baby?”

ugh i love them so much

Pete nudged me with his elbow, shooting me a smile, and I felt Moth tug me closer to him.

He scowled at me and flicked his eyes away, but as Pete gestured for Beth to come back over, I felt Moth’s arm slide under my coat before long fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt to trail over my lower back. I shivered, leaning into him, even as I told myself that I should not be enjoying him getting possessive over me.

I tried not to stare as Charlie pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight, lightly muscled torso with the sprinkling of hair on his chest that I, for some reason, always wanted to sift my fingers through. There was another thin trail leading from his navel into his pants that I was desperate to nuzzle whenever I was down there—which was often—but I didn’t know if he’d think it was weird, so I didn’t.

I couldn’t stop myself from cupping his face and leaning down in a rush to kiss him. Part of me still clenched up every time with the worry that he would pull away. But he never did.

I wanted to taste him there. The thought made the root of my cock pulse inside me, and I slid my finger free to spin him around. Charlie grunted, palms flattening against the shower wall, then moaned when I slid to my knees behind him, hands trailing down his sides to his hips.

“How do you want me, baby?” he rasped with a grin. “Hands and knees?”

I fucking loved the feel of him, hard and straining against my tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum was addictive.

“F-fuck, baby, you have to stop sucking me,” he panted. “Or I’ll come.” I chuckled and released his cock, trying to ignore the warmth that flared in my chest at hearing him call me that. It was just… the heat of the moment. It would be stupid to read too much into it.

nooo baby he loves u cant u see

Gratitude welled inside me, making me lean forward in a rush to kiss him. God, I wanted him so much. I didn’t know why he wanted me back, and it felt pathetic to be grateful for it, but I was.

I looked down between our bodies. When I saw my cock sinking inside him, it pulsed with a mini orgasm that made me spasm. He was so tight. And hot. His smooth muscles squeezed around me as I sank deeper, his rim clenching my shaft so tightly.

The slick sounds of it were making me lightheaded. I could feel how wet I was, and I knew Charlie would be able to feel it against his ass, but I didn’t care. It was too fucking good. “Harder,” Charlie rasped, grabbing the back of my neck and panting against my mouth. “Fuck me as hard as you want, Moth.”

Charlie made a strangled sound and clutched at me with frantic hands. “Fuck—okay—” I forced myself to slow down, trembling with the effort. “S-sorry.” “No,” he barked, hands grabbing my ass and jerking me close. “Don’t you dare stop. Keep going. You’re just—Shit, you’re strong.” I bit the inside of my cheek, hips twitching despite my best efforts to stay completely still. “I can—” “No,” Charlie repeated, his voice gravelly. He lunged up and kissed me, thrusting his tongue against mine. “I love it. I can take it. You feel so good, Moth.”

“Jesus—Moth—” he gasped, head craning back. I attacked his throat with my lips and tongue, feeling like a wild animal. I couldn’t stop. I was still painfully hard, still fucking desperate for him.

“Is—is this okay?” I asked, suddenly not sure if he’d want this. “Yes,” Charlie rasped immediately, hands finding my hips and squeezing tight as he stared down at where we were nearly joined. “Fuck,” he choked out. “Yes—fuck, baby—if you want to—” I sank down while he was still speaking, shuddering at the feel of his hard cock sinking inside.

In that moment, I didn’t care about the scales on my body or my tail or my monstrous feet and legs. I didn’t care about my inhuman genitalia, because Charlie seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, judging by the desperate pleasure tightening his features and the way he was rutting up into me, both of us frantic.

I’d never felt this loose and relaxed before. I didn’t even care that my tail was swishing contentedly, brushing over his thighs. I sighed and rested my cheek against his sweaty chest, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.

his cute widdle tail