Hold my Reins (Monster Match season two)

Chapter 4

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R ox shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the chair. It was ridiculous to be excited about a little chat with a monster. But Lynck didn’t look monstrous…or at least not in a scary way. He appeared luminous, magical, and impossible. But then, most monsters seemed impossible, like they shouldn’t exist, which was probably monster-phobic of him. They probably looked at him and thought he shouldn’t exist.

Some humans did too.

He curled his fingers and stared at his nails. Instead of redoing them, he should’ve cleaned them off and gone into work looking as boring as hell. But if the people around here accepted monsters, a bit of nail polish on a man shouldn’t freak them out.

He checked his phone and saw that Lynck had replied with an offer to meet up.

Rox licked his lower lip, his pulse hot and heavy.

He shouldn’t…

It was his first night in town, and he had an early start. Plus, he’d only had one beer, and he wasn’t sure he that jumping into monster sex was a good idea. It probably wasn’t that different from any other sex, a little weird and awkward at first if he didn’t know the person while they negotiated what was on offer, followed by some fun.

But he wanted to…

And if it was an app filled with horny humans, he wouldn’t be thinking twice. Instead of lying awake worrying about tomorrow, he’d be getting laid and relaxing.

So why hadn’t he flicked open a human app and started scrolling at the bar? Why had he jumped into the Monster Match app?

Because he knew what to expect from a human man, and he was bored.

That was why when he’d been looking for actual jobs, this one had moved to the top of the list. He wanted something different.

He wanted to be different.

Though he couldn’t say how. He’d been the only child, the carer, the grieving son…his entire life was defined by how he related to his mother. And now she was gone.

He’d do anything to ask her what he should do.

But that was the point, right?

He couldn’t ask, and he was on his own, trying to figure out shit, and it was terrifying and liberating, and he had no idea what was going on.

Sure. I’m at the motel on Third Street.

His chest tightened with anticipation as he waited for a response and undid his boots. He knew how this went, and he liked these moments of in between. When it was going to happen but was still forming. When it might all fall apart and leave him with only his hand.

He was really doing this.

Inviting a monster over.

He remembered some of the taunts thrown around by the haters about the humans hooking up and settling down with monsters. A lot of guys were worried that monsters would lure human women away. If a monster stole their women, they were doing a pretty shit job of being a partner.

I’ll be there in ten. Room number?

9. Got any preferences?

One of them needed to ask. Had Lynck hooked up with a human before?

He set his boots aside and rummaged through his bag for condoms and lube. Did monsters catch human STIs? Could humans catch monster STIs? He pulled back the covers on the bed and tossed the supplies on the pillow. Not subtle but easy to grab.

You. Naked.

Rox laughed. Like he hadn’t heard that before.

I’m pretty open.

Or was that a given since he’d invited a monster round?

He brushed his teeth and pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him only wearing the mesh shirt and ripped jeans. His dick pressed against the zipper as lust and nerves jumbled together and made him dizzy.

This rush was almost as good as coming.

He checked his phone, but there was no reply.

That didn’t matter, as Lynck should be on his way. He paced, then busied himself by pulling out his clothes for tomorrow. Dark blue work pants, a plain black T-shirt, his work boots, socks, and briefs. He’d tie his hair back and watch his mouth, and hopefully, everything would go smoothly.

He’d do as he was told and learn how the owner liked things done, and if it sucked, he’d stick it out until he had enough saved up to move on. Two months ago, he’d thought about sticking around, but he’d hated doing deliveries, and the guy he’d been thinking of staying for was a liar.

No, if he stayed, it needed to be because he wanted to, not because of someone else.

Footsteps that didn’t sound right snapped him out of his head. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged out the elastic, tossing it onto the pile of clothes.

Then someone knocked on his door.

Lynck.

He couldn’t breathe as the tension wrapped around him and pulled tight. His pulse drummed in his ears as he padded over to the door in his socks. He checked through the peephole that it was Lynck.

A man with white skin and horse’s ears stood on the other side. Aside from the ears and skin color, he appeared human. Rox forced himself to take a slow breath and then opened the door.

Oh, fuck, Lynck was tall and broad-shouldered—his photo hadn’t done him justice. Not that Rox was short. He was pretty much what appeared in the dictionary as average in every way. Completely ordinary and forgettable. Lynck was anything but.

“Hi…” Blink and breathe.

“Hi.” Lynck’s voice was deep and melodic. The kind of voice that would be easy to listen to for hours. Nothing worse than being attracted to someone until they opened their mouth and ruined everything.

“Come in.” Rox stepped aside, and as Lynck walked past, he realized the kelpie had hooves and a tail.

Hooves.

And a tail made up of long white hair also streaked with green, braided and tied into a neat loop.

Definitely not human, even though Lynck’s face made him appear to be at first glance. Rox shut the door and locked it. He leaned against the wood, feeling like a grubby little spider next to Lynck.

Lynck turned. “Having doubts now you’ve seen a monster up close?”

Rox shook his head. “You’re prettier in real life.”

Lynck laughed and placed his hand on the door next to Rox’s head. “And so are you.”

Rox tilted his chin to hold Lynck’s gaze. His eyes were like ink. And this close, it was easy to see more differences. Lynck’s lips weren’t pinkish, they were gray, and his skin, which had seemed white in the photo, only appeared that way because of the dusting of white hair that covered his skin.

Rox lifted his hand but stopped just before touching Lynck’s face. “Can I?”

Lynck gave a small nod, and Rox feathered his fingers over Lynck’s cheek. The white hair was soft to touch, and his skin was warm. Since they were doing this, he needed to make a play. Rox rolled onto the balls of his feet and kissed him. Lynck’s other hand closed around Rox’s hip and pulled him close, leaving no doubts about what Lynck wanted. The hard length of his cock pressed against Rox’s stomach, not quite lining up with his.

He opened his mouth, wanting more. And Lynck seized the invitation without hesitation, backing him up against the door. His back hit with a solid thud, and he pushed up so he could grind against Lynck in a much more satisfying matter. His hand slid under Lynck’s brown work shirt with the Beastly Brewhouse logo on the breast pocket.

Lust and anticipation raced through his blood—this time, spiked with the unknown. This wasn’t a human man. And every touch reminded him of that fact. It wasn’t only the hair on his skin; his body was also warmer, his touch firmer.

They broke apart to breathe.

Rox wanted his clothes off. Perhaps he should’ve waited naked on the bed, but that seemed so impersonal. This had already crossed that line as they’d exchanged names and talked about things other than sex.

Rox flicked open the bottom button on Lynck’s shirt. He wanted to undo his pants and wrap his hands around his cock. He needed to know what it looked like. “You never told me what you like?”

Another button popped open.

“I like this.” He touched the mesh shirt. He caught Rox’s hand and kissed his fingertips. “And this.”

He was all charm, and Rox couldn’t help but fall under his spell. “I like your hair. Is the green natural?”

“Yes.” Lynck studied him. “Is that what you really want to know?”

“I already asked…” Maybe he needed to be more direct. “Top, bottom, side, oral?”

“What are you expecting?”

“To come. If I was fussy about how, I’d have told you already.” He flicked open the last button and smoothed his hands over Lynck’s chest. No nipples, only more white hair. He’d been with hairy guys, and it wasn’t something he really liked. But this was different. It was a uniform, silky covering. Around his neck hung a silver necklace with a small disk dangling in the center.

“Get your jeans off and get on the bed.” Lynck plucked at the mesh shirt. “Leave it on.”

His heart kicked over. “Yeah? How do you want me?”

“On your knees, so I can mount you.” Lynck stepped back.

The image that was created in Rox’s mind was almost too much, yet at the same time, disappointing. He undid the button on his jeans and dragged open the zipper. “I’d rather be on my back so I can kiss you.”

Lynck’s gaze tracked the motion. He shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it on the bedside table. “Okay.”

His back was broad and dappled with gray, and his braided tail hung out of the back of his jeans. Rox bit the inside of his lower lip as his gaze skimmed lower, over his thighs, his calves, and then his hooves.

Getting railed had not been on his move to town to-do list…or at least not so close to the top. But he wasn’t going to pretend that the idea of hooking up with a monster while there had never crossed his mind. Why else had he gone for the job in a monster town?

He shucked his jeans and tossed them on the chair and did the same with his briefs, giving his dick a stroke as he walked toward the bed, feeling both overdressed and underdressed.

Then he noticed the way Lynck watched him. The hunger in his dark eyes, as if Rox was everything he wanted in that moment.

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that if Lynck changed his mind, Rox would be able to lick his cock. “Need some help getting your pants off?”

Lynck stood right in front of him and undid the fly of his jeans. Jeans that had been adjusted for his tail. He pushed them over his hips, and Rox held his breath, waiting to see his dick, but it was swathed in a pair of dark, fitted boxers.

Rox smothered a frustrated groan. He reached out and cupped Lynck’s balls through the fabric…and his breath caught. They were larger than expected. He glanced up, aware of the attention as he ran his hand up the hard length and then peeled down the waistband.

Whatever is in there, don’t freak out.

The white hair disappeared, leaving his lower belly smooth. His dick caught on the boxers until Rox gave them a tug. Lynck’s cock sprang free, thick and gray with a small pale patch on one side. There was no round head or crown but a blunt flare and a small taper before it thickened at the base. Different, not terrifying. He wrapped his fingers around the hot shaft and stroked, needing to get a better feel for the size. It wasn’t going to impale him and rearrange his insides in a manner that would be felt for several days, nor was it thick enough to give him serious pause—though he wasn’t going to rush into it either—assuming it even went in. That head did not allow for an easy entrance.

But it could be interesting…and it wasn’t going to stop him from trying. He leaned forward and licked from balls to tip without breaking eye contact.