Page 14 of Scars of the Sun

I sighed in relief and tugged down my mini skirt. The raging music vibrated the walls and the floor beneath my feet, and I tried to breathe through the burgeoning ache behind my brow. Sweat clung to the back of my neck, and I lifted my dense hair off of it.

Someone grunted behind me, and I stilled. Yeah, it was probably stupid to enter a room and just stay facing the door. I cursed myself in my head and whipped around, dropping my hair so that it flopped on my back.

I’d stumbled into a bedroom, looked like, and it was bigger than I would’ve thought for the small house on the edge of downtown. I still didn’t know who it belonged to, and I guessed it didn’t matter.

The curtains draped over the window on the other side of the room were closed, but not all the way, and a sliver of light from outside cut across the space. It was dark, but not nearly enough to stop me from snapping to the sight in the corner. My heart picked up, and I would’ve been embarrassed if I weren’t stunned stupid.

The shifter I’d been looking for was sprawled lazily in an armchair beside the window, which seemed a bit weird since there was a bed, made neatly, that he’d clearly bypassed. But he obviously didn’t care with his jeans opened and someone between his legs.

Whoever it was had long, lighter brown hair and was wearing a version of what most people around here were wearing. Their t-shirt, jeans, and boots looked thrifted or really worn in, and they were working over his lap. The fact that I’d missed the obscene slurping and moaning sounds was testament to how off-kilter I felt. The few parties I’d gone to in high school had been either disastrous or just uncomfortable, so I’d avoided them like the plague in college. Which wasn’t really that hard when you had no friends. But still.

The shifter had his eyes clenched closed, but I would’ve been surprised if he didn’t know I was here. The way his brow was creased didn’t seem completely in the throws of pleasure, frustration somewhere in there, too.

“Faster,” he directed and palmed the back of their head.

I didn’t think I was into voyeurism or anything like that, but there was something spellbinding about the way his limbs were draped powerfully in the seat while still holding a certain grace.Like it was a throne, but not for a king. More like a wicked prince.

His hair was down like it’d been at the show, and now that I was focusing, his unique blend of chile and clove filled my nose. My fingers twitched over my sleeve cuffs, but my feet stayed rooted to the scuffed floorboards.

He winced and opened his eyes to shoot a look at the person in his grip, “Watch the teeth.” They mumbled something back that sounded like a, ‘sorry’, but they had his dick in their mouth, so. That was just a guess.

Instead of closing his eyes again, he slid them to me, and my heart picked up even faster. Was he mad that I’d walked in on him?

We stayed staring at each other while he got his dick sucked, but it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. No words formed in my throat, but I also didn’t feel the need to force any out, either. His facial piercings may have looked too heavy on someone else, but on him, they went right along with his sharp jaw and nose and the prowling way he moved throughout the world. On his board or on stage, he was the most interesting person I think I’d encountered. Ever.

Whoever it was that was kneeling at his feet gave a moan that seemed out of some bad porn, and I couldn’t help tearing my eyes away from his to glare at them. The noises they were making were annoying, and they obviously weren’t doing much, because he seemed pretty far away from coming. Not that I had much experience with that, but, whatever.

A snort had me looking back at the shifter, and he was smirking at me. His short fingernails, painted a deep purple that looked black in the darkness of the room, stayed buried in the person’s hair, but his attention was all on me. “Think you can do better, rich girl?”

Maybe the alcohol was affecting me more than I’d thought, because without thinking, I snarked back, “Probably.”

His brows rose, and a delighted smile made him look downright devilish. It made me relax and feel jittery at the same time. Even when the pet name still annoyed me a little bit. It was outshined by actuallyhavingone, though.

He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip in a way that was far from the leering glance I’d gotten in the hallway. He nodded down toward his lap, and the fluttering in mine was what drove me forward and around the bed.

I had been around him enough at the park that I was used to the way my shifter blood reacted to his—with wary interest. Like with like but different enough to prepare for danger. With the way I kept seeking him out, I was either a fan of that dangerous feeling or I was growing addicted to the warmth it caused. Maybe a little bit of both. I loved my brother and his family, but each moment I’d had around this guy was like pops of excitement amidst the steady calm I’d been experiencing.

And like, fuck it, I’d wanted to be alone with him. Maybe I didn’t envision sinking to my knees beside someone else, but I was going with it.

Our eyes stayed locked, and his lids lowered in want. I didn’t think I was ugly or anything, but it was definitely a confidence boost to see him look at me in a way he wasn’t looking at the one beside me. They’d pulled back on the shifter’s cock and were giving indulgent licks and tonguing kisses.

The shifter reached up his other hand and hesitated. My lashes fluttered up at him. He somehow managed to strike that balance of beautifully masculine, and I rested my touch on his leg. His skin was warm, even beneath his jeans, and when he finally caressed the back of my head with his tattooed hand, I bit at my lip to hold back a needy moan. I was out of my depth, but instead of panicking, for some reason, his black eyes swallowedme to the point that I felt tightly embraced. I’d never sucked a dick before, but with him looking at me the way he was, I felt confident in a way that I wouldn’t have otherwise.

The person beside me had a different idea of what was going on, though. They grasped my face and slammed their lips to mine. They had some kind of lipgloss on, and the remnants of cherry on my tastebuds stood out to me, along with a musky, bitter taste that was unfamiliar but easy to identify.

The kiss wasn’t terrible, and I was already turned on enough that their tongue sliding against mine wasn’t all that bad. My arousal, though wasn’t spiking because of them. My hands tightened on the shifter’s leg, and his grip stayed in my hair while I made out with the person who’d been giving him an unsuccessful blow job. They moaned into my mouth, and my hand slid to rest on their knee. Their leg was skinny, and thankfully, they smelled like clean rain instead of musty body odor like half the people at the party.

The shifter used his grip on both of us to pull us apart, and I blinked a few times to adjust to the low light again.

“Go back to the party, Alex.” I glanced back up at him, and that frustration was on his face again.

Alex pouted up at him, but he just patted them on the cheek and pulled me closer between his feet, effectively shoving them out of the way.

With a huff and a toss of their hair behind their shoulder, Alex did just that and made a point of stomping out of the bedroom and slamming the door.

The shifter rolled his eyes before settling back on me. He smirked, “You can still back out, Princess. Wouldn’t want you to ruin your makeup.”

His mocking tone had me squirming, and I sat up to better see what I was getting myself into. Though I’d never sucked one,I’d seen a naked cock in person, but his was longer than my high school boyfriend’s.