Page 54 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
The pain of her tugging only made him harder. His cock ached, straining against his leathers, and every rough pull of her fingers sent sparks of raw, hungry need straight to his groin. He groaned against her, lapping, sucking, drinking her down as though she were the only thing that could keep him alive.
Goddess, I can’t take this. I need her. I need to be inside her so fucking badly!
But he had to make her come first—had to ease some of her pain.
Sunny’s orgasm wasn’t long in coming. It was clear her body was hungry for what he was giving her. Her hips bucked, her thighs going even tighter around the sides of his face. He tasted fresh wetness and then her whole body tightened and he felt her spasm as she cried out his name like a prayer.
“Greer! Oh God, please…don’t stop…don’t stop!”
He couldn’t speak but he wrapped his arms around her hips and squeezed her tightly, lapping away her juices eagerly.
Not gonna stop, baby—never going to stop until you get everything you need from me, he thought.
At last she went limp under him, moaning softly.
Greer lifted his head, his chest heaving. His self-control was hanging by the thinnest thread.
He wanted to sink into her, to pound her into the mattress until she was bucking against him and begging for more. He wanted to sink his fangs into the sweet curve of her throat at the same time, to mark her, Claim her, Bond her to him forever.
But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
For any kind of Blood Kindred, the Soul Bond could be forged in only one way: spilling his seed inside her while his fangs pierced her flesh and injected his essence. He would give her his body, yes. He would give her his seed if it meant easing her torment. But he would not bite her, he decided. Not even to inject his essence and especially not to draw blood.
He would not take her future from her.
“I’ll help you,” he said thickly, his voice hoarse with restrained need. “I’ll fuck you, Sunny. I’ll come inside you. But I won’t bite you.”
Her wide, tear-drenched eyes met his. She reached for him with trembling fingers, clutching at his shoulders.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Greer—just help me.”
And with that, the last of his restraint snapped.
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SUNNY
Sunny’s pulse hammered in her ears as Greer set her gently on the wide bed. Her body was shaking with need, every nerve ending screaming to be filled. The orgasm he’d given her had been intense…but it was only the beginning of what she needed from him. Her pussy was hungry—starving—and unless he filled her soon, she was going be in desperate pain again. She could feel the agony lurking just around the corner of her mind…like an attacker waiting to jump out and grab her if it could.
Her big Protector rose to his feet, looming over her, his pale eyes dark with torment. He still didn’t want to bite her for some reason. Sunny wanted him to, but she was in no shape to argue—she had to take what he was willing to give her.
For a long moment, Greer just stared down at her as though he was memorizing her face—then he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Sunny’s breath caught. God, he was huge. Broad chest, hard ridges of muscle, scars marking his gray skin. When his hands went to the fastening of his leathers, her heart skipped a beat.
“Greer…” she whispered hoarsely. “Please…hurry. I need…need you in me.”
“Going to give you everything you need, baby,” he promised, his voice coming out in a growl. “Going to fill that sweet little pussy tonight and fuck you nice and long and hard, I promise.”
His words and the hot way he was looking at her made Sunny’s heat ratchet up another notch. God, she needed him so badly!
He shoved the leathers down and stepped free, and she gasped. His erection was massive—much bigger than she remembered. It stood up like a club between his legs, so thick and long Sunny wasn’t sure she could take him. But oh, she wanted to. She ached to be filled, to have that thick length inside her, easing the sharp, clawing pain of the Bonding Fruit.
Greer sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, and crooked one finger at her.
“Come here,” he growled. “Come here, little one—going to fill you now.”
Sunny pulled off her dress completely and scrambled toward him on her hands and knees, desperate to have him. Crawling naked into his lap, she straddled his hips, feeling the hot press of him against her entrance. Relief was so close she could almost taste it. She reached for him, ready to guide him inside—but his big hands clamped down on her hips, holding her back.
