Page 15 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
Sunny felt as though her whole body was blushing at once.
“You…I mean, really?” she asked, her voice coming out in a breathless squeak.
Slowly, Greer nodded.
“So come on—open your skirt for me.”
Blushing and trembling, Sunny did as he asked. Reaching down, she parted the fronds of her long skirt to bare her naked pussy.
Greer got to his knees before her and there was a hungry look on his face she’d never seen before. Or maybe she just hadn’t been paying attention, since she been sure that her big Protector didn’t have those kinds of feelings for her. Apparently she’d been wrong.
He leaned forward and she heard him rumble,
“Gods, such a sweet little pussy…”
Then his hot mouth was covering her, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to her slit.
Sunny felt a rush of heat go through her and she could barely bite back a moan. Oh God, if only he would go deeper! If only he would part her pussy lips and put his tongue inside…
But Greer didn’t do any of that. After a long moment, he pulled back and looked at her.
“Now you’re mine, little one,” he said and his voice came out in a low, possessive growl. “And no one can say otherwise.”
“Now it is complete,” one of the Thropp’ian women whispered reverently.
Sunny was still catching her breath when Greer rose to his feet. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.
“Let’s get you out of here before they think of another tradition we have to participate in,” he murmured.
But the heat in his pale eyes told her that the Claiming he’d started when he sucked her nipples and kissed her pussy wasn’t the only thing left unfinished between them.
10
GREER
Greer was still feeling the heat of Sunny’s lips on his chest—and the far more dangerous heat of her mouth on the head of his cock—when there was a disturbance in the crowd.
Their Thropp’ian guide was pushing his way through the women.
“Chief Lowhung wishes to meet the male Protector of Dr. Craythorn, the lovely scientist with the huge milk-makers!” he announced, grinning wide enough to show alarmingly sharp teeth Greer hadn’t noticed before.
Greer’s protective instincts roared to life at once. He shifted subtly in front of Sunny, but it was too late—the guide’s round, unblinking eyes—all three of them—had already taken in the swirls of melted gold pigment painted over her breasts…and the faint traces of the same color smudged at the corners of Greer’s own mouth.
The guide’s gaze swept over them both and stopped. His third eye widened.
“Wait…what is this?” He pointed to the bold golden spirals on Sunny’s breasts and the kisses made in scarlet on Greer’s own skin. “The pigments? You’ve marked each other?”
“Well…” Sunny began but the guide’s expression had turned scandalized.
“The Chief will be most displeased! He was told you were not a mated pair—so why are you painted as such?”
“Well, you see, the women here were—” Sunny began.
“—all over me,” Greer finished flatly. “Touching inappropriately. My female?—”
“She’s not your female!” the guide interrupted, hopping from foot to foot. “You have already admitted it! So why have you defiled the pigments?”
Greer felt the muscle in his jaw twitch. The guide hadn’t seemed this uptight about the pigments before—why was he “freaking out” as the humans said, now?
