Page 26 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
Sunny felt like she was on fire! Heat pulsed under her skin, coiling low in her belly until every breath came as a gasp. Her nipples were so tight they ached, and between her thighs there was a deep, insistent throb that wouldn’t let her rest.
Her heart pounded so hard it was almost dizzying. She kicked the leaf coverlet down, desperate for air, but it didn’t help. The heat wasn’t coming from the hut—it was inside her, growing hotter and heavier with every passing second.
Greer was sitting beside the bed beside her, broad shoulders tense, eyes searching her face. He looked worried—really worried. But his concern wasn’t what she needed.
She needed relief.
“Greer!” she moaned, twisting her hips as she reached for him. “Please…I need you. Need you to…to take me!”
“You know I can’t do that, little one,” he murmured, and she felt his hand on her forehead. “Gods, you’re burning up!”
“I know that—don’t you think I know?” she moaned, her voice trembling. “I’m on fire because you won’t take me—won’t fuck me! Please, Greer…”
She reached for him, curling her fingers around his big hand. Then she guided him—slowly, deliberately—to her bare breast.
His touch was like a shock, a jolt of lightning shooting straight through her. The rough pads of his fingers brushed her tight nipple and she almost cried out in relief.
“Oh yes, please…please, Greer! This is what I need, but so much more!” She felt more awake now—the desperate desire seemed to have cleared her head somewhat. At least she wasn’t slurring her words anymore, she thought distractedly. But God, she was in so much pain.
Greer’s big hand froze.
“Little one… no.” He started to pull away, but Sunny tightened her grip, holding him there.
“Please,” she breathed, meeting his pale gray eyes. “I need—” Her voice broke as another wave of heat rolled through her, making her hips shift restlessly against the bed. “I need to come, Greer. I need to be filled. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I can’t…can’t…” She swallowed hard, desperate and a little afraid. “I can’t take it much longer!”
Greer’s hand trembled under hers, the muscles in his forearm flexing as if he was fighting himself.
“Please,” Sunny whispered again, her chest rising and falling too fast. She felt so empty and hot and miserable. “Please, Greer, I don’t know what I’m going to do if you don’t help me…”
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GREER
Fuck.
Greer had faced enemy warriors, blood-fever frenzy, and the black emptiness of space. None of it compared to the helplessness twisting in his chest now.
Sunny was sprawled on the bed, flushed and panting, her pupils blown wide, her skin damp with sweat. Her scent was hotter than he’d ever smelled it—heady and intoxicating—laced with need. She was begging to be filled, but she was also drunk… or drugged. He didn’t know which, he only knew she was mentally compromised.
And that meant there was no chance in all the Seven Hells he was going to take her—not like this. Not when she wasn’t thinking clearly.
But her heartbeat was racing dangerously, and the way she kept shifting her hips told him the need was only getting worse.
“Greer… please,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she started to cry.
Greer raked a hand through his hair, searching desperately for a solution. He wouldn’t rape her but he couldn’t watch her die from the effects of that damn Mating Drink either!
Then, abruptly, he remembered something—no matter where they went, Sunny always took her “bildo” with her. That little, buzzing, humming companion that made her moan in the middle of the night when she thought he was already asleep. It drove Greer fucking crazy—mostly because he wanted to be the one giving her pleasure, not some mindless machine—but now he was glad she always brought it.
He was bent over the end of the bed in a heartbeat, grabbing her carry-all cube and digging through the contents as he prayed silently.
Please, Goddess…let her have it! Let her?—
Just then, his fingers closed around smooth, pink silicone. The shaft was long and surprisingly thick, though not nearly as big as his own cock. Two-thirds of the way down the shaft was a tiny rabbit head with floppy ears that curved forward. Greer turned it over in his hand, trying to understand it, then put it down to the bed.
“Hold on, little one,” he murmured to Sunny. “I think I found a way—going to help you now.”
She whimpered softly.
