Page 10 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #7)

GREER

Greer was getting fucking sick of this planet and they hadn’t even been here a whole solar hour yet.

All around him were a ring of interested Thropp’ian females.

They were jostling for position and trying to rub their small breasts against his chest and back to “stake a Claim ” on him, he supposed.

Of course, he was strong enough to push them out of the way and get free of the knot of tall, thin, blue women gathered around him, but he didn’t want to hurt any of them or cause offense.

“I’ve always wanted to breed with an alien warrior,” one of them cooed, looking up at him adoringly as she pressed her three breasts against his side.

“Back off— I saw him first,” another hissed, pushing her out of the way and rubbing herself against his chest like a cat that wanted to be stroked.

“He’s mine!” a third Thropp’ian female insisted, elbowing her way into the mix.

“Ladies, please!” Greer growled, attempting to be heard above all the female voices and the pounding percussion in the background that passed for music. “ I have something to say!”

“Hear him! Hear him!” several voices exclaimed and to his relief, most of the females around him stopped pushing and shoving and fell quiet.

“I am flattered by your attention, but I already have a mate,” Greer announced. “ So if you would please just let me go find her?—”

“You have no mate!” one of the Thropp’ian women scoffed, her third eye blazing with scorn as she looked up at him. “ You wear no Claiming Pigments !”

“I am spoken for nonetheless,” Greer growled.

He was beginning to lose patience with them—never in his life had he encountered such pushy females!

He wasn’t the least bit attracted to any of them and they were keeping him from doing his job.

Where was Sunny ? She might be getting into trouble somewhere and he couldn’t go find her because of the knot of females gathered around him that wouldn’t leave him alone!

Desperately, he searched around the crowded area, looking for a flash of her honey-colored hair and golden tan skin among all the blue, but he couldn’t see her anywhere. He? —

Suddenly a hand reached under the leaf kilt he was wearing and grabbed his shaft.

“I have him! I Claim him!” one of the women shrieked, in a voice so shrill that Greer wanted to cover his ears—but first he had to free his shaft from her grabbing hand.

Son of a bitch, her nails were sharp! And she seemed intent on twisting his shaft right off, as though she could take it home as a trophy.

“Let go!” he exclaimed. He tried to reach down and catch her wrist, but there were too many bodies in the way. “ That fucking hurts!”

“He’s not yours! He isn’t even rising for you, Thermelda !” one of the other women snapped. “ Loose your grip on his baby-maker and let someone else try!”

“You’re just jealous that I gripped him first, Bustelia !” the women who still had a death grip on his shaft sneered. “ I’ll make him rise and stake my Claim on him—see if I don’t!” And she began yanking on him, as though she could force him to rise to her touch.

Greer was beginning to feel like he was caught in a milking machine gone berserk. In another moment, she might actually yank his shaft off!

But just as he was beginning to feel desperate, a familiar voice shouted,

“Hey, you—get your hands off my husband!”