Page 37 of Zodiac Beasts

Did that turn me on?

Of course it did.

I sighed and shoved my hand in my pockets. The shared sensation was the loudest and clearest when she was shifted, and fuck, she was doing a very, very good job with herself right now. This girl chased an orgasm like a hungry succubus, I swear to the god forsaken stars.

I rolled my head back, and let myself feel it all.

The build of tension radiated through her body, and I drank it in like it was a refreshing glass of lemonade on a hot summer day. Whenever I repositioned, the sound of my movements only increased the sensations. She liked knowing someone was here. Was she imagining that I was the one watching her? Did she wish I was?

My breathing slowed, and the shockwaves of her absolutely explosives climax rippled through my fucking soul. The scent of her release filled my nostrils, and she came so hard that it sent a tremor through my knees.

I leaned into the supporting wall of the school building, needing it to stay upright as those powerful waves lingered into infinity.

Who taught her to be such a good fucking girl?

I sucked in a slow breath through my teeth, as it finally dawned on me.

Whether directed at me or Marcus, her lust and need and climax still fed my Incubus, so long as I kept this connection. The reason I’d been able to hold back from using alternate fuel sources was because she was feeding me even when she was riding someone else. Could I sustain myself entirely on this residual energy? It wasn’t quite as satiating as when I was with her myself, but it was certainly… something.

What… freedom. For the first time in my life, I could control and ease my hunger without having to involve anyone else. Being attached to the sexual drive and proclivity of a gorgeous college woman who was entering her experimentation and self-discovery phase of life was an incubus wet dream. Perhaps she wasn’t wrong to say my life improved with her in it. It wasn’t likely that this residual pleasure, alone, was enough to fully sustain me forever, but it was certainly enough to push back the frequency with which I had to act on the impulse. That fact that I’d gotten twice as much energy on the nights I was with her, taking in the sexual satisfaction of both my monster and hers, likely helped extend that timeline as well.

This may have been the first time in my existence that the shifter half of my lineage gave me a unique advantage over a full blooded creature of either side of my bloodline.

Did that mean Marcus had actually helped me by engineering this connection? My brother, who was trying to get some misguided revenge, had accidentally pushed me into a position where my life was easier?

I’d spent a lifetime fighting hunger I didn’t want for people I didn’t want it for, and now I was free to abstain until I wanted to indulge.

Lila truly hadn’t been wrong about a single thing this month.

Still though, to accept that reality was difficult for my pride. I told myself I was the mature one in this dynamic up until it came to being honest, straightforward, and calm.

Marcus was better at that. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him, he was always chasing his own selfish whims, and he was unabashedly himself to an annoying degree, and those were the traits that I was honestly and truly envious of. Right or wrong, devil or saint, Marcus was proud to simply exist for his own pleasure, and anyone who got caught in the crossfire was along for his ride.

Their presence disappeared in an instant. Marcus had likely spirited her away with his vampire speed, having shifted back post release.

That was good. At least the Taurus didn’t kill her.

I dragged my hand down my face a few moments later, as the still shifted Lila finished again, obviously in the hands of my no longer shifted half-brother. Fucking electricity rippled through me, from crown to tail to my painfully hard cock.

I want to be the one that does that to her. The treacherous thought slipped into my mind, just as I was praising the convenience of not having to be involved directly.

By the devil, I was so fucking broken. If she was anyone other than my student, would I even be fighting this? Why couldn’t an easy relationship have been in the cards for me?

Maybe because I’d never seen a relationship as something in the cards for me at all. It wasn’t like I’d been actively dating before her. There wasn’t a line of more appropriate women sitting in the wings, hoping I could deal with this mess so we could finally be together.

I’d never wanted anyone beyond their value as a food source, and I’d never felt anything for a single person I’d slept with.

If I hadn’t had the misfortune of getting to know her, I could have just fed on her, too. But not even Marcus was enough of a psychopath to use her without falling for her. Now I didn’t know if I’d have any better a chance of rejecting her down the line.

Did that make me demisexual? An incubus who needed an emotional connection to truly be attracted to someone was just another cruel joke.

I lifted my gaze to that full moon that continued to beam down on me. The warmth it emitted was a comfort that only the magical among us could appreciate, while the shadows that engulfed me were like a demon’s hug. I enjoyed the full moon when I didn’t shift. Sometimes it was the only thing that seemed to clear my head.

Maybe I’d stay out here all night.

Another sudden rustling sound drew my attention to the flash of blond that was gathering up scattered clothing from the bushes.

With a sigh, I called out to him. “What was the trigger?”