Page 12 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
“Ladies, please!” Greer growled, attempting to be heard above all the female voices and the pounding percussion in the background that passed for music. “I have something to say!”
“Hear him! Hear him!” several voices exclaimed and to his relief, most of the females around him stopped pushing and shoving and fell quiet.
“I am flattered by your attention, but I already have a mate,” Greer announced. “So if you would please just let me go find her?—”
“You have no mate!” one of the Thropp’ian women scoffed, her third eye blazing with scorn as she looked up at him. “You wear no Claiming Pigments!”
“I am spoken for nonetheless,” Greer growled. He was beginning to lose patience with them—never in his life had he encountered such pushy females! He wasn’t the least bit attracted to any of them and they were keeping him from doing his job. Where was Sunny? She might be getting into trouble somewhere and he couldn’t go find her because of the knot of females gathered around him that wouldn’t leave him alone!
Desperately, he searched around the crowded area, looking for a flash of her honey-colored hair and golden tan skin among all the blue, but he couldn’t see her anywhere. He?—
Suddenly a hand reached under the leaf kilt he was wearing and grabbed his shaft.
“I have him! I Claim him!” one of the women shrieked, in a voice so shrill that Greer wanted to cover his ears—but first he had to free his shaft from her grabbing hand. Son of a bitch, her nails were sharp! And she seemed intent on twisting his shaft right off, as though she could take it home as a trophy.
“Let go!” he exclaimed. He tried to reach down and catch her wrist, but there were too many bodies in the way. “That fucking hurts!”
“He’s not yours! He isn’t even rising for you, Thermelda!” one of the other women snapped. “Loose your grip on his baby-maker and let someone else try!”
“You’re just jealous that I gripped him first, Bustelia!” the women who still had a death grip on his shaft sneered. “I’ll make him rise and stake my Claim on him—see if I don’t!” And she began yanking on him, as though she could force him to rise to her touch.
Greer was beginning to feel like he was caught in a milking machine gone berserk. In another moment, she might actually yank his shaft off!
But just as he was beginning to feel desperate, a familiar voice shouted,
“Hey, you—get your hands off my husband!”
8
SUNNY
Sunny couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Greer was caught in the middle of a knot of Thropp’ian women and they were brazenly rubbing their breasts against his broad bare chest, back, and sides. Even worse, it looked like one of them had him by the shaft and was doing her best to jerk him off!
Normally a scene like this one would have aroused her scientific interest but not this time. A sudden flash of jealousy burst through her! Greer was her Protector—the rest of these nasty bitches needed to leave him alone!
“Hey, you!” she shouted, wading into the knot of women and pushing the Thropp’ians rudely out of the way. “Get your hands off my husband!”
The girl in question—the one who was groping under Greer’s leaf kilt and yanking his crank—looked down at her with narrowed eyes—all three of them.
“And who are you, off-worlder?” she snapped at Sunny.
“I’m his Bonded Mate,” Sunny snapped back, pointing at Greer who was looking at her with a bemused and somewhat pained expression. “So get your hands off, you triple-breasted whore!”
There were gasps all around and the woman who was groping Greer widened all three of her eyes.
“If this male was really your mate, you would have marked him with the Claiming Pigments,” she said, though she did at last let go of Greer’s cock.
“We didn’t have time,” Sunny said glibly. “I was summoned to a meeting with Chief Lowhung, who happens to be a personal friend.”
There were more gasps from the gathered women and some of them started backing away from Greer. But the woman who had been groping him frowned down at Sunny skeptically.
“If you’re his mate, then prove it,” she demanded. “Or I will refuse to relinquish my Claim on him.”
“Prove it?” Some of Sunny’s outrage leaked away. How could she prove that Greer was hers? Then she remembered how all the women had been rubbing their breasts against him just moments ago. Well, this was going to be awkward, but what else could she do?
Boldly, she stepped up to the huge Kindred warrior and rubbed her bare breasts against him. She would have liked to rub against his chest, but he was too tall—so she wound up rubbing against his six-pack abs instead.
Greer seemed to appreciate this because his pale gray eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked down at her.
