Page 52 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
Greer’s arms tightened protectively around her limp form.
Sunny groaned, her face pale. She was trembling.
“I didn’t get my own slice,” she murmured faintly. “He—the man who attacked me—brought it to me… it was a double piece.”
“A double piece?” Kat was suddenly there, rushing into the exam room with her auburn locks flying. She gave Sunny a worried look. “Doll, I told you to be careful! The Bonding Fruit cake was marked plain as day. There were signs everywhere, only one slice per guest. That stuff can be dangerous if you don’t respect it.”
Greer’s stomach clenched.
Dangerous. His female was in danger and he hadn’t stopped it. The Sunny Effect was in play again…only this time it might be fatal.
He stroked her hair back from her damp forehead.
“What can be done?” he demanded harshly. “I’ll do anything to save her—I swear it, just tell me what to do!”
“She needs to be serviced,” Sylvan said matter-of-factly. His physician’s calm only made Greer’s heart hammer harder. “The aphrodisiac effect of Bonding Fruit is overwhelming in the quantity she consumed. If it isn’t resolved, her body could go into shock. She must be given a sexual release—but not just once. Again and again, until the fever passes and the Bonding Fruit is all out of her system.”
“Again and again?” Greer looked down at her, stunned. Could Sunny handle that kind of attention in the state she was in?
Sylvan clearly misunderstood his hesitance because his piercing, pale blue gaze narrowed.
“I know the two of you had some kind of falling out. Do you want me to call one of the warriors from the Unmated Males section to?—”
“NO!”
The roar tore from Greer’s throat before Sylvan even finished his sentence. Rage boiled in his chest, the red haze threatening to overtake him again. He held Sunny tighter, baring his fangs instinctively.
“She’s mine,” he snarled. His vision narrowed until all he could see was Sunny’s flushed, suffering face and the thought of another male’s hands on her made his blood sing with fury. “No one else touches her but me. No one.”
For a long moment, Sylvan just looked at him, then lifted his hands in surrender.
“Very well. Then it will have to be you.”
“I think that’s for the best,” Kat put in quickly, her voice firm. “Better let these two handle it themselves. I know how much Sunny cares for Greer…” She gave Greer an intense look. “And I think we can tell he feels the same for her.”
Sylvan gave a slow nod but his expression stayed serious.
“All right but understand this, Greer—you can’t stop until she’s satisfied. The fruit has flooded her system. If you leave her unsatiated, it could be dangerous for her heart and body.”
Greer rose in one swift movement, cradling Sunny against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her breath coming in little needy whimpers that gutted him.
“I won’t stop,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “I’ll give her everything she needs. I swear it.”
And without another word, he strode from the Med Station, carrying Sunny toward his suite, his heart hammering with dread and desire in equal measure.
40
SUNNY
“Please, Greer—it hurts so much!” Sunny’s voice cracked as she clung weakly to his broad shoulders. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire—her skin hot and over-sensitized, her pussy aching with unbearable need.
This was nothing like the Mating Drink Chief Lowhung had tricked her with back on Thropp’ic Sigma. That had been uncomfortable, even frightening—but this was agony. The Bonding Fruit coursed through her veins like liquid fire, demanding satisfaction. Demanding him.
Her head lolled against his chest as he strode swiftly across the parklands, his long legs eating up the ground. The dim glow of the artificial sun made halos in his dark hair, but her vision kept blurring with tears of desperation.
“It’s worse this time,” she whispered hoarsely, her throat dry. “So much worse… my toy won’t help. Nothing will help except?—”
She couldn’t even finish the thought. The need clawed inside her, sharp and merciless, a hunger deeper than anything she’d ever known.
