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Filled. She had to be filled—or she was going to die.
Greer didn’t answer, didn’t slow. His jaw was set in that hard, stoic line she’d come to know so well. His pale eyes burned, but she couldn’t tell if it was with anger, frustration, or something else entirely.
What if he changed his mind and didn’t want to help her? What if he refused?
Sunny bit back a sob, clinging tighter. Her body trembled with waves of tormenting desire, each crest higher and sharper until she thought her heart might explode. Her nipples were so tight they ached and between her legs she was molten with desire.
“Greer,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please don’t let me die like this. Please—I need you. I need you.”
The words echoed down the long metal corridor he carried her into, toward the private suites. His suite. The one place on the Mother Ship where they would be utterly alone.
Her vision blurred again, black creeping at the edges, her body caught between unbearable heat and crushing weakness. Would he give her what she needed? Or would he stay true to the walls he’d built between them and let her burn?
Sunny didn’t know. She only knew she couldn’t last much longer.
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GREER
Greer’s heart thundered in his ears as he carried Sunny into his suite. Every step felt like a battle between instinct and reason, between the Blood Thirst still simmering in his body and the iron control he had trained his whole life to maintain.
She clung to him, trembling, her breath ragged against his neck. Her scent—sweet, lush, and drenched in desperate need—filled his head until he could hardly think. He wanted her.
Goddess help him, he wanted her so badly he could hardly breathe.
But wanting and Bonding were two different things.
He laid her gently on the wide bed, his chest aching at the sight of her flushed face, her trembling thighs pressing together as though she could somehow cage the wild, consuming hunger of the Bonding Fruit that tormented her.
“Greer…” Her voice cracked, pleading. “Please—it hurts so much. I need to be filled—please.”
He ran a hand through his hair, forcing himself to focus. He couldn’t Bond her—not when she didn’t know what she was asking for, not when she didn’t truly understand the pain his bite would bring. She had offered her blood, but she didn’t really see the far-reaching implications if he Bonded her to him. He would not chain her life to his out of desperation.
But he also couldn’t watch her suffer.
“All right,” he muttered hoarsely, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed. “The first thing to do is ease the pain. You need to come, little one—it will take the edge off.”
Before Sunny could answer, he spread her thighs and pushed up the skirt of her red dress. Beneath she was wearing a tiny pair of lacy white panties. Greer stripped them down and off her, baring her soft little pussy with its mound of neatly trimmed curls.
The sweet, feminine scent of her desire rose to him and he felt his shaft go hard at once, pressing angrily against the magno-tabs that held his flight leathers closed. Fuck, but he loved the taste of her!
“Greer, please…please!” Sunny moaned, reaching for him.
“Hold on, baby,” he murmured, placing a soothing kiss at the top of her slit. “Going to taste you now. Just spread your sweet pussy like a good girl and let me in. Let me make you feel better.”
“Yes, Greer,” she whispered faintly, spreading her thighs wider for him, which parted her pussy as well.
Greer sucked in a breath at what he saw—her soft little pussy was swollen with need—her inner folds a deep red color that wasn’t right for her at all.
Poor little one—no wonder she’s in so much pain!
“Greer…” she moaned softly. “Please…it hurts so much.”
Greer knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Spreading her thighs even wider with his shoulders, he buried his face between them. Parting her outer lips gently with his thumbs, he began to lick. Starting at the bottom of her slit, he dragged his tongue upwards, bathing her inner pussy and her Goddess pearl with every long, deliberate movement. Her taste was salt and honey—utterly delicious, at once and entirely Sunny. It went straight to his head like the strongest wine making him drunk with need for her.
“Greer—oh, God, yes!” she cried.
Her small fingers tangled in his hair and tightened until it hurt. Greer fucking loved it—loved the way her thighs clamped around his head so tight—as though she would never let him go.
