Page 44 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #7)

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.

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.