Zodiac Monsters (Monsters of Graves Academy #2)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

A large video file appeared in lieu of a response. I’d asked Lila where she was, hoping she was staying safer tonight. I had no right to be worried about her, yet I had so many sins to atone for with that girl, that assuring she wasn’t being devoured by a vampire was the least I could do.

I hit download and waited for the video to play, hoping it would be easy to identify her location from whatever she’d decided to send me. An uncharacteristic ping of anxiety hoped it wasn’t going to be a video recorded on her phone by my brother. I knew it was a possibility, but with the way she’d dismissed him at the end of class, I didn’t think they were going to be together tonight.

Still, the unsettling feeling in my gut wasn’t giving me much confidence he’d not used his charisma to get back into her schedule.

The video opened, filling my screen, and my jaw fucking dropped.

Lila was alone and outside on the full moon, fully shifted, looking into the camera with an innocent blush on her cheeks and devilish moans slipping from her lips, playing loudly through my speaker. Her wet hair was clinging to her full, perfect breasts that were highlighted by the reflection of the moonlight, flickering light around her curves and contours each time her soft body rippled and bounced with her movements. Her breathing was erratic and her expression, completely undone. She chased her orgasm on the courtyard fountain of Graves Academy with filthy, unapologetic abandon.

The video panned down provocatively. She lifted her water heavy skirt, giving me an unencumbered view of her tight little pussy. She spread herself, demonstrating exactly how perfectly the water streams were stimulating her clit, then with desperate need, she lifted her hips and swallowed a stone spout inside her cunt in one smooth, excruciatingly slow motion. She lifted and lowered over and over and over again, until she was too out of her mind to hold the camera anymore. The last second of the video shot back up to her face, framing her pleasure as she dug her slightly sharp teeth into my mark on her lip.

I fumbled to close my message app as soon as I realized I’d watched the whole thing on loop at least four or five times. I should have shut it the second I saw the look on her face.

I adjusted myself uncomfortably, trying not to acknowledge every animal instinct that had me fully at attention, as I shoved my hand through my hair and tugged on it until it hurt. This girl was dragging out something feral in me that had me wishing for a stronger barricade on my cage. The pulse of her peaking pleasure was doing nothing to secure that lock.

Whoever claimed that Betas didn’t have power had never met her .

This must have been intended for someone else. For Marcus, surely. There’s no way she wanted me to see this. It would be completely inappropriate to send such a thing to a teacher, especially after our last encounter. She was getting on well with my brother, apparently, so if they were getting into some deviant behavior together, that would explain whatever madness this was. That was preferable to the thought that she was trying to provoke me .

But then, what if she had meant to send that to me? What if it was a cry for help, because she had lost control under the moon? Her body was functioning on her Beta instincts, begging a powerful Alpha to take her as his slave.

I should go to her. I wouldn’t shift without hitting my trigger, so I was safe enough. There was nothing about this video that led me to believe I had anything to worry about. She was alone, after all.

So completely alone and exposed and vulnerable.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push out every treacherous, inappropriate thought. As I clenched my phone in my fist in frustration, I must have accidentally reopened the video, because her lewd moans filled the silence of the room beneath my fingertips.

My discipline slipped and I found myself glancing at the screen again.

By the devil, this girl will definitely be the death of me.