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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?
“When I kept screaming and shouting for them to let me out, they, uhh… they pierced my lips and tongue and sewed my mouth shut.”
We didn’t start acting like a couple or anything. Even though I wanted to.
I found myself wanting to reach for his hand as we walked across the Wastes,
I wanted to sit right next to him, our k...
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I wanted to kiss him every time he gave me a tiny smile or laughed huskily at...
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“I’ll be fine, baby.”
“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.”
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 stay with him. I wanted to go back to his cosy little safehouse in the middle of nowhere and stay there, just the two of us,
Was he still in love with Ghost? The thought hurt more than it should,
“Can I—Can I kiss you?” My gut bottomed out. “Yes,” I rasped straight away. “You don’t have to ask.”
“I’ve—I’ve wanted to suck your dick for ages, Charlie.”
I made sure not to hold back any groans or gasps, so he’d know how good it felt.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come soon.”
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.
I softly circled his hole, my fingers still slick. Moth fisted his cock again and stroked fast, his hips grinding down and sliding his slit against the heel of my hand and my inner wrist.
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.
I knew if it came down to it, I’d trust him with my life. It was strange now, thinking back to when we’d first set out from the camp, when I hadn’t really trusted him at all. I couldn’t imagine it.
Some people were somehow still bigoted assholes despite, you know, a fucking monster apocalypse and all.
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.
If you ask me to stay with you, I will.
I’ll teach you to read. I’ll go back to your safehouse in the middle of nowhere with you.
“What if I sweeten the deal by eating your ass in there?”
“Is it disgusting?” he blurted. His face deepened in colour. “The tail, I mean. Sometimes it… it feels like a growth I should cut off.” My chest constricted. “No. It’s not a growth, Moth. It’s a tail. It’s part of you. And it’s not fucking disgusting. Nothing about you is disgusting.”
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.”
If he’d let me, I’d kiss every inch of his tail and legs and monster feet to show him that he absolutely was not disgusting in any way.
He never pushed me. He was so careful to respect my boundaries, which allowed me to lower them slowly, one at a time.
I loved everything about him that was different to my body, and I… I was starting to believe him when he said he loved the differences in my body too.
He threaded his fingers through mine, lathering up my hand before directing it behind him. To his ass. “Fuck,” I breathed as my fingers slid down his crack until they found his hole.
“F-fuck, baby, you have to stop sucking me,” he panted. “Or I’ll come.”
I’d been convinced I’d be alone forever, never getting to experience any kind of intimacy like this. And then he’d appeared, bluntly but gently telling me that he wanted me just as I was. Even after seeing the monstrous parts of me. He’d still wanted me.
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.”
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 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 wanted to wake up like this every morning, warm and naked in bed beside an equally warm and naked Moth.
Was this more than just fucking to him? That was all it was supposed to be, but it wasn’t to me anymore.
“You are the shame I am forced to carry, Malimoth.”
So you have finally found someone who can stand to be in your presence for longer than a few minutes.”