Page 112 of The Protective Gryphen

He nodded.

Then, he grinned.

That stirred him up all over again. So much so, that his face must have given away his plan.

“Gryph, what are you going to do?” Ian asked, as the man stood up, and Ian put some space between them.

He grinned wickedly.

“Don’t do it!” he said, knowing exactly what the man was thinking.

Only, he didn’t mean it.

Ian wanted it.

Oh, Ian wanted it bad too.

“It’s punishment time,” he said, licking his lips. “You broke the rules and were alone with a man with no boxers on. That’s very bad for you, and very good for me. Now, come here, Ian.”

Immediately, Ian’s body reacted, thinking about all the ways he wanted this man’s hands on him.

When he didn’t do as he asked, he gave him one more chance.

“Ian.”

Before he could say anything, Gryphen lunged, and Ian started running.

Somehow, he managed to outrun Gryphen, but only for a bit. When he wore down, because he wasn’t in shape, Gryphen grabbed him, tossed him over his shoulder, and carried him toward the stable.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, fighting to get off his shoulder, but his mate was too damn strong.

The whole time, it only exacerbated the situation and made Gryphen want him even more.

That predator prey instinct kicked in.

And he swatted him on the ass.

HARD.

Ian gasped, and then knew, he was trapped and his captive. Oh, and that didn’t bother him in the least.

Instead, it made his dick hard.

“I’m going to embarrass the animals in there when I show them what I can do. I have a hot man to punish, and I plan on doing just that.”

Ian kept fighting, and he learned two things.

Gryphen loved when he did just that, and that the man could get pretty creative in a stable with a naked man and his dick.

Not surprisingly.

Not even close.

Chapter Six

Two Hours Later

Small Scottish Town

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