Page 11 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #7)
SUNNY
Sunny couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Greer was caught in the middle of a knot of Thropp’ian women and they were brazenly rubbing their breasts against his broad bare chest, back, and sides. Even worse, it looked like one of them had him by the shaft and was doing her best to jerk him off!
Normally a scene like this one would have aroused her scientific interest but not this time. A sudden flash of jealousy burst through her! Greer was her Protector —the rest of these nasty bitches needed to leave him alone!
“Hey, you!” she shouted, wading into the knot of women and pushing the Thropp’ians rudely out of the way. “ Get your hands off my husband!”
The girl in question—the one who was groping under Greer’s leaf kilt and yanking his crank—looked down at her with narrowed eyes—all three of them.
“And who are you , off-worlder?” she snapped at Sunny .
“I’m his Bonded Mate ,” Sunny snapped back, pointing at Greer who was looking at her with a bemused and somewhat pained expression. “ So get your hands off, you triple-breasted whore!”
There were gasps all around and the woman who was groping Greer widened all three of her eyes.
“If this male was really your mate, you would have marked him with the Claiming Pigments ,” she said, though she did at last let go of Greer’s cock.
“We didn’t have time,” Sunny said glibly. “ I was summoned to a meeting with Chief Lowhung , who happens to be a personal friend.”
There were more gasps from the gathered women and some of them started backing away from Greer . But the woman who had been groping him frowned down at Sunny skeptically.
“If you’re his mate, then prove it,” she demanded. “ Or I will refuse to relinquish my Claim on him.”
“Prove it?” Some of Sunny’s outrage leaked away. How could she prove that Greer was hers? Then she remembered how all the women had been rubbing their breasts against him just moments ago. Well , this was going to be awkward, but what else could she do?
Boldly, she stepped up to the huge Kindred warrior and rubbed her bare breasts against him. She would have liked to rub against his chest, but he was too tall—so she wound up rubbing against his six-pack abs instead.
Greer seemed to appreciate this because his pale gray eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked down at her.
“Mmm, little one—that feels good,” he growled softly.
“Just doing my best to Claim you,” Sunny whispered. Feeling embarrassed, she stopped rubbing against Greer and whirled around to face the skeptical Thropp’ian women. “ There — I have staked my Claim in front of all of you!” she exclaimed. “ Now back off—he’s mine!”
“No you haven’t!” the woman who had been groping Greer declared. “ The alien warrior isn’t yours unless he rises to your touch!”
“Thermelda is right!” another Thropp’ian woman declared. “ Your Claim is not complete until the male you are Claiming rises to your touch!” She sniffed. “ Not that he was rising for Thermelda .”
“Shut up, Bustelia !” the first women snapped. “ He would have risen— I just needed a little more time with him.”
She reached for Greer again, but Sunny put herself firmly in the way and batted away her hand.
“Fine,” she said. “ You want to see him rise for me? I’ll make him rise!”
She looked up at Greer as she spoke, hoping her Protector wouldn’t mind if she reached under his leaf kilt.
Greer gave a slight nod of his head, his eyes pinning hers. Clearly he was all right with this—which was a good thing—since it seemed impossible for her to get him out of here any other way.
Taking a deep breath, Sunny reached between the long, narrow green and yellow leaves that made up his kilt and found his cock.
It was long and thick and hot against her palm and she felt a little flutter in her stomach as she wrapped her fingers around him.
Even soft he filled her hand to overflowing.
God , she’d never imagined doing this with her Protector —of touching him this way, so boldly—but now that she’d started, she didn’t want to stop.
She wasn’t quite sure what to do to make him rise. She didn’t want to yank on him, like the Thropp’ian woman had been doing—that had looked painful! Instead , she stroked him slowly up and down, trying to be careful of the sensitive area.
Greer’s pale gray eyes went heavy-lidded and a low groan rose in his throat.
“Goddess, little one—you have such soft hands!” he growled softly, looking down at Sunny .
Sunny blushed but kept stroking. She could feel him growing in her hand but she had to be sure the Thropp’ian women around her could see the effect she was having on the big Kindred —otherwise they would never acknowledge her Claim on him.
It didn’t take long for him to come to full, throbbing hardness. Sunny’s eyes grew wide as she saw the broad head of his cock poking its way out from between the leaves of the kilt. She could no longer fit her fingers all the way around the massive shaft, which was also emerging from the kilt.
“Gods of the Universe —look at his size!” one of the Thropp’ian women breathed, all three of her eyes going wide.
Sunny was shocked herself. She’d always heard that Kindred warriors were hung like horses but she hadn’t really believed it.
“All right—that’s enough, little one.” Greer caught her wrist and gave her a warning look.
“Sorry.” Sunny let go reluctantly. She enjoyed the feeling of power she got handling a huge, dangerous male like Greer . Anyway , it was clear now that she’d made him rise, which was what the Thropp’ians had asked for.
But the women around them still weren’t happy.
“All right—you showed that he’s yours, now you have to mark him!” one of them exclaimed.
“Yes, it’s not right for the two of you to have no markings, getting all our hopes up,” another said. “ To the pigment pots with the both of you!”
And before she knew it, Sunny and her Protector were being pushed to the place where the different colored pots of pigments were on display.