Page 25 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
He could already smell the sweet, feminine scent of her arousal rising through the humid air. So that was the kind of help she needed.
Oh, Goddess…they were in trouble here. So much trouble.
And f or the first time, Greer feared he might not be able to get them out of it.
18
GREER
Greer laid Sunny gently under the leaf blanket that covered the mattress, then climbed into bed beside her. He leaned over her anxiously, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils wide, her cheeks a deep pink. He thought she’d fall asleep immediately, worn out from whatever foul concoction the Chief had given her—but instead, her small hands fisted in the blankets restlessly and her breathing quickened.
A faint sound slipped from her lips—almost a whimper.
“Sunny?” he murmured, crouching beside her. “Sunny, what is it? Can you tell me how you’re feeling, baby?”
Her eyelids fluttered open and her gaze found his, but it was unfocused… hazy. “Greer… it’s so… hot in here,” she whispered, shifting under the thin covering.
It wasn’t the hut. It was cool enough since it was night and there was no sun beating down. No—this heat was coming from inside her.
Greer inhaled carefully, trying to analyze what he smelled. Sunny’s scent had changed—deepened—gone from her usual warm sweetness to something richer, spicier, laced with need.
She smelled like a female animal in heat.
Greer’s cock went instantly hard and his fangs pricked his lower lip as desire rushed through his whole body, but this wasn’t about him. He had to concentrate on helping her get over this.
“Damn it,” he muttered, scanning her with a warrior’s eye. Her heart was hammering—going way too fast. Her skin was glowing with heat. And beneath the fever was a thrum of arousal that vibrated in the air like a live wire.
Greer frowned. Whatever Lowhung had slipped her in that damn “Mating Drink” wasn’t just alcohol. It was an aphrodisiac—one potent enough to override her natural caution and drive her body toward overload. If it built much higher, it could push her into distress… maybe even into shock.
She shifted again, a soft, needy sound in her throat.
“Greer… please… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…I need…I need…”
But she didn’t seem to be able to say what she needed.
Greer’s hands curled into fists on his thighs. Every instinct he had screamed at him to touch her, soothe her, take the edge off whatever was tormenting her. But the other half of him—the half that remembered his oath as her Protector—warned that crossing that line would change everything. He couldn’t take advantage of her while she was incapacitated like this—if he did, he’d be no better than that fucker, Lowhung.
Also, he didn’t want to hurt Sunny or take what she wasn’t willing or able to give.
Still… doing nothing wasn’t an option.
“Greer, please!” she moaned, twisting on the bed. “So…empty inside! I need…need to be filled! Please!”
Her hands were reaching between her legs, trying to get to her pussy but the long strands of the grass skirts she wore got in the way. Sunny moaned in frustration and began tearing at them.
“Wait a minute—let me get this off you.”
Swiftly, Greer removed the skirt and tossed it away. Which left him with a very nude, sexually starved Sunny moaning and writhing in the bed beside him.
“Hold on, little one,” he murmured, his voice rough with worry. “I’ll find a way to help you. I swear I will!”
But even as he said it, he knew the truth—on this world, with nothing but his hands and his body at his disposal—he was the only one who could help her now.
19
SUNNY
