Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

When Hunter and I were on a mission once, we were camped out gathering intel on a new raider camp. A monster appeared one night, and we were sure the whole camp was gonna get ripped apart. But they let it right in and then…” “And then what?” Moth reluctantly asked when I trailed off, which made my mouth quirk. “They had a giant orgy.”

“You were there for less than twenty minutes before you had them all eating out of the palm of your hand,” he burst out, breathing hard, making my brows hike up. “You just waltzed right in and they all fucking loved you. I didn’t offer to do this because I wanted to be a fucking hero. I offered to do it so Ghost wouldn’t have to.”

All anger fled. I couldn’t stop myself from striding forward and pulling him into a hard hug, holding my gun down at my side. “Fuck, are you okay?” I asked worriedly. “What happened? Where did you go?” Moth was stiff in my arms, but he briefly wrapped them around me to return the hug before stepping back. “I’m sorry,” he said desperately, which made me go completely still with shock. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to leave you.”

Part of me couldn’t believe that I’d actually asked him. Asked prickly, closed-off Moth who came with a truckload of issues if he wanted to have a fuck-fling while we searched for Cat.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, my voice lower as arousal started pumping through my blood. His eyes darted back up to mine before dropping to my mouth. He licked his lips and gave a nod. As I started leaning in, his breath hitched. “Will you… will you tell me if I’m doing it wrong?” I froze, then jerked back as I stared at him. He’d never kissed anyone before? Did that mean he’d… never done anything with anyone before?

“Did—” He cleared his throat, but his voice was still husky when he asked, “Kissing me really… did that?” I chuckled. “What, made me this hard?”

Sweet baby sword carrying cinnamon roll!

He was so beautiful. Way more beautiful than anyone else I’d ever seen—even Danny, the Soul Eater’s human partner, who was a total hottie and had for some reason decided that the creepy, ghoulish Wyn was the one deserving of all that male beauty. I’d been a little out of it when they’d gotten me out of the prison, but I’d still noticed how freaking hot he was.

I knew that what I felt for Moth was already growing from casual physical attraction to something deeper. How could it not, after witnessing his intense emotional reaction to us having sex? Knowing why he’d had it—knowing how he felt about himself, and what it must have taken to gather up the courage to be that vulnerable with me. With anyone. The realisation terrified me.

“Keep it down in there!” a gruff, muffled voice called through the wall. Charlie laughed breathlessly and reached up the pound the side of his fist against the wall in answer. “No!” A disgruntled huff. “We’re trying to fuck in here!” “So are we!” Charlie called back, grinning up at me, his face flushed and chest still heaving. “Come on boys, a bit of common fucking courtesy?” the guy shouted back, which made Charlie snort with laughter.

“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. “He had two of them!

“Ah.” Edin’s low, amused voice made my eyes jerk back to him, and he shot me a knowing smirk. “You and Moth fucked.”