Page 88 of Scars of the Sun
He took another nervous swallow, but I didn’t catch what he said when he tuned back to Tyler because hot breath and a harsh hiss ghosted down my spine. “Come here.” The command was emphasized by a hand on the base of my neck, pressing into my mark. But instead of inciting fear, I leaned into the demanding touch.
“Are—” I’d been about to ask Delaney if he was going to be okay if I got up to leave, but Río’s tightening grip made my words die on a pleasured whimper.
“Now,” and he pulled me out of my seat. I let him guide us through the crowd that was preoccupied with the new band starting up. His hair swished on his back, his boots thumping against the dirty bar floor. He was pissed, that much was for sure, and while I was nervous for the reason why, I was also relieved that he hadn’t done something stupid and left.
Río took us down a back hallway, opened a door, and took me inside. Old, beaten sofas and wobbly tables sat amongst walls decorated with show flyers. Bags and instrument cases littered the floor, but I didn’t have much time to take in my surroundings before I was spun around and pushed up against one of the tables.
“Who the fuck was that?” Río’s front crowded my back, and I sucked in a gasp when his teeth closed around the skin below my nape. Not close to breaking the skin, but it was close to how he’d made me his mate. I bit my lip and moaned.
“Wha—what?”
His hands snaked beneath the hem of the sweatshirt and found the edge of my underwear. On instinct, I widened my legs and braced my hands on the sticky tabletop.
Río squeezed my ass and took another nibble on my neck. “You were talking to and smiling at that fucker who just said you were taken.”
Holy shit. He was jealous.
If I weren’t internally squealing at the realization, I would’ve laughed in his motherfucking face for thinking that anything would come between us. My conversation those weeks ago with Sylvie proved to be true. Thethoughtof looking at someone other than my mate just didn’t happen. There was also the fact that my friend had no interest in females whatsoever.
I smiled over my shoulder, taunting my mate that liked to sayIwas the territorial one. Río’s nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed to thin slits. “He’s my friend and a teacher at my niece and nephew’s school. I thought he was hot when I?—”
Crack.
He’d rucked up the hoodie and slapped my ass. Instead of outrage, I just moaned and arched my back even further. Río cursed under his breath and delivered another spank to the other cheek. “Give me a reason I shouldn’t go back out there and kill him,” he growled, and the sound of his belt tinkling and zipper lowering forced another anticipatory groan from my throat. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but it made the moment even more loaded. We were clearly in one of the green rooms backstage, and anyone could walk in.
I wanted it all.
Except for him killing my friend, at least. By the sound of his voice and the way his claws dug into my hip, I believed his threat. He pulled my panties to the side, and I whimpered his name. The head of his bare cock nudged at my entrance, spread me wider, and I pushed my hips back on him even more. The tip slipped in easily with how slick I was and still being stretched from earlier today.
The small noises coming from my throat exploded into a grating screech when he slammed in the rest of the way. Río grabbed hold of the braid he’d put in my hair before we left the apartment and forced my neck to arch back. His other hand held my hip, pulling me back to meet his punishing thrusts.
My eyes were rolled back, breaths punching out of me. “Whose fucking pussy is this, Princess?” he snarled in my ear.
When I didn’t immediately respond, mind slipping away to be completely overtaken by the pleasure we created together, he spanked me again. Which really wasn’t the best way to get me to respond. I was already so close.
“I said, whose tight little pussy is this? Answer me.” With a hand on my back, he pushed me down onto the table. He delivered a hard plunge into me, making my toes scrabble inside my boots and my fingers tighten into fists on the flat surface.
“Y—fuck—yours. Yours.”
He slowed his movements to grasp the back of my left thigh, hoisting it up and onto the table, too. When he thrusted into me again, I had to bite down on the back of my hand to keep from downright screaming. The music outside was loud, but I would easily become loud enough to draw attention. And Río was no better with his curses and grunts while he worked our bodies to the edge.
He gave a hard, biting kiss to the side of my neck, “That’s right, baby. Mine. And whose dick is this?”
“Mine.”
“Fuck right, it’s yours. Don’t fucking forget it. Now, come for me, baby.” The stinging slap of his hand on my ass and fucking forward of his hips while he held me down nearly made me faint. The door opened, and there was a surprised choke, but it didn’t matter. When I turned my head, mind distantly recognizing the horrified eyes of the person interrupting, I couldn’t care less.My muscles coiled unbearably and released in a rush, my vision whiting out as I came on Río’s cock.
Just a few moments later, Río’s hips stilled, and warmth flooded inside of me as he came. Almost black-out fuck drunk, I nearly asked him if he had something to plug me up so that I could keep his cum in me.
He gingerly placed my foot back on the floor, and I hummed blissfully as he nuzzled into the collar of my hoodie and kissed my mark. Our breaths calmed together, our aftershocks settled together, and my thoughts began to solidify with his hands rubbing gentle circles on my sides.
The walls vibrated with the music and cheers outside, and after a few more minutes, Río slowly pulled his hips away. He slid out, and the wet trickle of his cum tickled my skin. Yeah, the idea of plugging myself up didn’t feel as urgent, but matehood was its own sort of drug, because I still didn’t hate the idea.
Río’s footsteps and presence drifted away, as if he was searching the room, and when he came back, it was with the drying passes of napkins between my legs.
I heard the swish of him throwing them away just before he pressed reverent kisses to both my ass cheeks. Without a word, I lifted my hips at his tugging on my underwear. He slipped the soiled fabric off my legs, helped me step out of them, and guided me to straighten from the table.
I blinked, trying to refocus to the room, and the furious strain was gone from Río’s face. Instead, he looked at me with amusement and fondness.