Page 30 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #7)

GREER

Greer had thought he knew what to expect.

He’d expected her to be shy—maybe reluctant. She’d been tense when she first sat in the Queening chair, thighs trembling as he stroked them with his fingers.

But the moment he started tasting her… fuck .

The sweetness of her hit him like a drug—rich, intoxicating, and his . She’d melted almost instantly, hips rolling, pussy moving against his mouth, small, helpless gasps spilling from her lips.

Gods, he fucking loved the soft little sounds she made when he was tasting her.

Then she’d started grinding. In front of the entire damn village.

He might have been licking her most secret area, but Sunny was the one in control—riding his face, pressing that hot, needy pussy against him like she owned him.

And the best part—the part that made his cock ache almost painfully—was that he wanted her to.

Wanted her to take whatever she needed from him, here, now, and forever.

She’d come so hard, the taste of her flooding his senses as he licked up her juices. Her thighs clenching and her voice calling his name were almost too much— Greer nearly lost it right there—he almost came in his fucking flight leathers!

When she was finally spent, he scooted out from under and put an arm around her, steadying her on her wobbly legs.

His hands didn’t want to let go. The protective, possessive part of him wanted to scoop her up and carry her away from all these gawking eyes.

He wanted to lay her down on their bed and take her—fuck her and breed her and Bond her to him forever.

She was his—he had Claimed her here, in front of all these witnesses.

But the other part of him—the one that still knew better—reminded him this could never last.

Sunny wasn’t his. Not really.

But what if she could be? whispered a little voice in his head.

But no—she didn’t know what it meant to be with a Pitch Blood Kindred .

Didn’t know he could never give her the same kind of pleasure with his bite that other Blood Kindred could give their mates.

She had no idea he’d have to feed from her blood regularly their entire lives together and that every single time he bit her, it would hurt.

If she ever found out, she’d be disappointed—she might even hate him.

And if there was one thing Greer refused to do, it was hurt Sunny .

So, despite his overwhelming need for her, he schooled his face, kept his hands steady, and ignored the ache in his chest—and his groin—as he led her down from the table.

It was just another mission. She was another female to protect, he told himself.

That was all Sunny was—all she could ever be to him.