Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

“You stay here, baby. I’ll be back in a second.” He pulled the blanket up over me and got up to go into the bathroom. I relaxed onto the bed, watching him through heavy lids, all the tension gone from my body. My eyes had drifted shut when I felt the bed dip beside me, and I didn’t even get self-conscious when Charlie carefully cleaned my cock and between my legs with a warm, damp cloth.

we love an attentive partner!!!

“I really like you, Moth,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. I swallowed, eyes popping open to look at him. He’d turned the lights off, but I could still see him clearly. He was gazing at me in the dark, eyes intense with something I couldn’t name. “I like you too,” I whispered back, trying not to get caught up in wondering exactly what he meant. I didn’t want this content, blissed-out feeling to go away. I wanted to bask in it for as long as possible. I wanted to feel it again and again while he was with me, until we got back to the camp and parted ways.

I stared at Moth beside me in bed, feeling like a creep but unable to stop. He looked soft and peaceful in sleep, dark lashes fanning out and his lips slightly parted around deep, even breaths. His white hair was loose and messy around him on the pillow, the tattoos on his throat stark against his skin and the sheets.

I wanted to wake up like this every morning, warm and naked in bed beside an equally warm and naked Moth.

Last night had been… kind of ridiculous, quite frankly. Easily the hottest sex of my life. When Moth lost his inhibitions, it was the most glorious sight I’d ever beheld—and I was the one lucky enough to be on the receiving end of all that wild, animalistic lust. Also, I was pretty jealous of his total lack of a refractory period.

lmaooo

I was totally fucking willing to handle the slight discomfort if it meant he fucked me again.

Moth chuckled again, trailing wet, licking kisses down my spine and making me shiver. But then I felt him shove the covers back, letting in a rush of cool air, and I jumped with a yelp when he smacked my ass before bounding out of bed.

“Did you steal that guy’s sword, Moth?” I asked solemnly. His face flamed that unnatural pink hue. “I did tell you I stole it,” he hissed, pale eyes darting to the door behind me before he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall.

why is that so cute though fhsldfhslf

“So… what now?” Silence fell. I didn’t know why I’d even asked. We both knew what happened now. We had no reason to stay here—to not go back to camp. And when we got back to camp, this would all be over. This weird, confusing thing between us.

Just enjoy it while it lasts, I ordered myself. Enjoy him while you have him.

Moth let out a weak whimper of pain, his voice faint now. Determination flooded me, hot and demanding. I wasn’t going to make him face them alone—not if I could help it. I wasn’t going to let them rip him away from me again and hurt him.

Malimoth.”

oh i love his full name so much

The Herald didn’t want me to have any happiness. If they thought Charlie made me happy, they wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate him. And he did make me happy. He was the only thing I could remember making me truly happy in almost my entire life.

Charlie, with his annoyingly charming grin and seductive voice. With his constant humming while we were travelling the Wastes. With the way he’d told me he would help me when I returned to the prison, even though he’d had no idea what was going on. Charlie, who’d made me feel truly desirable for the first time in my life. Who’d told me that he loved every part of me. Who didn’t care that I was half monster, who didn’t sneer with instinctive revulsion at the sight of my face. Who’d been patient with me, even when I’d been a complete asshole. Who’d offered to teach me to read and had kissed me and held me close while he was sleeping.

He had pale blond hair, sad brown eyes and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheekbones.

WAIT SAMSON??? god ive been worried about him.....maybe he'll get his own book?

Even if he didn’t feel strongly for me, it was still yet another thing that the Herald was ripping away from him.

BABY HE LOVES YOU HOW CAN YOU NOT SEEEEEEEE

I let out a humourless snort. Having to take a shit in front of someone was the least of my worries right now. Any embarrassment over that had been burned out of me years ago, particularly after the time I got explosive diarrhoea while Hunter and I were out on a job in the Wastes. He’d found it hilarious, especially when I’d shakily called out for him to get me more leaves to clean up. I was so weak and dehydrated by the end that he’d even had to pull my pants back up for me.

bro what....EXPLOSIVE???

I’d seen humans doing despicable things to monsters out here. And other animals. And other humans.

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

It hissed as if in agreement and spun around a few times, like a cat trying to find the perfect comfortable spot. Then it curled up into a ball beside me, its butt pressed against my thigh and tail curling around my shin.

omg moth has a pet now

“What the hell, Chuck?” I tucked my chin down and refused to look at the little creature. “Stop making me feel things.”

awwww

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. At least I’d gotten to know someone truly decent, and kind, and compassionate—even if he could be an annoying shithead sometimes.

“St-stay back, Chuck.” I shuffled back, my spine arching as flames licked down it. I panted, gritting my teeth, but forced myself to lift my head so I could get one last look at her. I’d never see her again—there was no way I’d ever be able to find her out here. Yet another thing the Herald was taking from me. “D-don’t go near humans,” I got out weakly as she hissed in fear and skittered closer to me.

nooo not baby chuck

I needed to see that he was still alive, that they hadn’t already done something terrible to him. He was the Herald’s collateral, but he was also mine, as guilty as the thought made me feel.

“Are you okay?” I asked shakily, reaching through the bars to cup his face, my eyes tracking down him to see if he’d been injured in any way. His eyes darted to the Herald and Dain behind me, growing grim before he offered me a tiny, tired smile. “I’m okay.”

“They’re dead, baby.” Warm, trembling fingers cupped my cheek as I stared down at the mess beneath me. “You can stop. Look at me, Moth.”

“Deep breath, Moth.” He gripped my chin and lowered his other hand to my chest, its warmth seeping through my shirt. “Come on. You need to slow your heartrate.” I sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. “Again.” I sucked in another, then another, keeping my eyes locked with his grey ones. “Good.” He stroked his thumb over my chin.

wanted to just lie there, panting into the cold ground, my body trembling wildly. But Charlie still needed me. He needed me to get him away.

Despite the shock that had yet to really fade, it hit me in an overwhelming rush that the Herald would never summon me again. As Charlie and I crashed through the forest, leaving the mall and the cult behind, I felt my mouth stretch into a wide, wobbly grin. I was free.

He grimaced and dropped his hand, looking down at the snow-stuffed dishtowel pressed to his knuckles. “You had to do it,” I said softly. “I’m proud of you, Moth.”

He reached up with his good hand and cupped my cheek again, seeming as unable to stop touching me as I was him. My chest warmed, and I smiled at him as I tended to his cuts, knowing he’d be able to see it even though the light was shining on him and my face was in shadow.

He’s safe. I forced my mind to slow down, but couldn’t help shifting my head on his chest so I could feel the steady beat of his heart before I closed my eyes.

Once he’d finished and wiped my neck and face clean with the towel, he leaned in and kissed my throat. “Done.”

Moth sighed, his shoulders sagging as I quickly braided his long hair back and tied it off with the band he passed me, which lived around his wrist when his hair was loose. Before stepping back, I palmed his head and leaned down to kiss the top of it, furtively breathing in his scent.

He slowly lifted his head and stared at me incredulously, then let out a husky laugh. “Why don’t I put the towel down, princess?”

why is this so hot tho

His tail swished behind him as he placed a knee on the couch, then slung the other over my lap to straddle me. I immediately slid my hands up his strong thighs, loving the unusual texture of them.

I moaned low, nuzzling his cock where it emerged from his body as I licked his slit again, softer and slower. My tongue sank deep, and I stroked it over the base of his cock inside him. Moth let out a ragged groan and pressed closer, rocking his hips as I licked over him again and again in long, hungry swipes. I let out a desperate moan as he started riding my face, inhibitions gone.

I moaned at the feel of him clenching against my tongue. I swirled my tongue, my constant moans muffled as Moth panted out heavy breaths above me. His hand released its death grip on my hair, and when my eyes popped open, my brows pinched in desperation when I saw his long, tattooed fingers sliding over his slit. He dipped one finger inside, pressing deep until he shuddered and his hole twitched against my tongue.

“Suck,” I uttered, my cock leaping when Moth moaned and dipped his head without question, sucking two of my fingers into his mouth. His pierced tongue slid between them, his mouth hot and wet as he sucked feverishly, panting around them.

I could feel his tail resting down the centre of my chest and stomach, flicking wildly. I tried to suppress my flinch when the very tip lashed the head of my cock, but a surprising jolt of pleasure followed.

we love a good tail moment!!

His pale eyes were wild, face flushed as he fisted my hair and kissed me hard, biting down on my bottom lip. “Fuck me.” His voice was gravelly.

I gripped his thighs too tight, chest heaving as I watched his long fingers stroke up and down my cock, making every inch slippery. Then he gripped my shoulder with one hand while the other held my cock upright. We both stared down between our bodies as the weeping tip met his hole. My hands flew up to grip his ass, spreading the cheeks. “B-breathe out. Bear down. We’ll stop if it hurts too much.”

My head tipped back against the couch as I shuddered. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” I heard Moth let out a hoarse chuckle, and I lifted my head weakly when he leaned forward. “Does it feel good?” he murmured against my mouth, making me shudder even harder. It was so incredibly hot to see Moth growing more confident in himself.

He lifted his hips then sank back down, taking me a little deeper. He did it again and again, slowly, staring between our bodies to watch until I was fully seated inside him. His rim gripped the base of my cock so tight I actually whimpered. Moth let out another strained chuckle, clenching around me and forcing a guttural groan from my chest.

My hands urged him up of their own volition, and we both moaned as Moth sank back down onto my dick. “You feel so fucking good.” “Yeah,” Moth repeated, his voice shaky now as he started rocking his hips. “So do you.”

Soon he started moving faster and faster, one hand gripping the couch cushion beside my head while the other clutched at my shoulder, fingers squeezing. Once I was sure it wouldn’t hurt him, I tightened my grip on his ass and started fucking up into him until he was bouncing on my cock. “Uhh—f-fuck. Charlie—” His head tipped back, exposing the long column of his tattooed throat. His hand shifted and gripped my hair tight.

My legs were splayed behind him, and I could feel his tail lashing, sliding over my sensitive inner thighs and making me shudder.

I shouted with bliss, my head falling back against the couch until Moth yanked me into his arms, moaning into my hair as I shook wildly. He kept rocking his hips, prolonging my pleasure until I was weak and trembling. My breaths shuddered out of me, hot and damp against his shoulder. Once my brain was functioning again, I turned my head and buried my face in his sweat-damp throat.

“Okay, princess. Let’s get you up.”

theres something so fucking hot about moth referring to charlie as princess fskdjfhdkjh

Moth snorted and glanced over at me with a wry smile. “You gonna tell him that?” “Fuck yes I am.” I clenched my jaw. “The moment we get back, I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind. I’m not scared of him. Or his stupid giant war hammer.” Okay, maybe I was a little scared of the war hammer.

i love the dynamic of all the humans thinking they are able to intimidate the monsters hehehee