Page 224 of The Protective Gryphen

Gryphen gave him the bad news.

“You’re a bit too much like me for me to be sexually attracted to you. Ian’s my type, but I’m sure there’s a man out there for you.”

He laughed.

“Ouch,” he said, covering his own pain. At one time, there had been, and that man had broken him. At one time, he’d trusted and loved. It didn’t end well for Graham.

It broke him badly.

He patted him on the back.

“Sorry, Graham, but the heart wants who the heart wants.”

Yeah, he was well aware.

Unfortunately.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Upstairs

Master’s Suite

Same Time

Oh, holy shit!

This wasn’t fun.

How the hell did people do this all the damn time, and how did they get their whole bodies done?

There was nothing enjoyable about needles going in and out of your flesh.

Not.

Even.

Close.

From the second that Neils began, to the point where he was now, it was taking Ian all that he had not to scream in pain.

Oh, and telling him to go fast…

That was a bad idea.

Already, he wanted to tap out.

Only, this was for Gryphen, and he would get through it. The man deserved to know that Ian was going to be his forever, no matter what. Each time he saw it, it would be a memory of their Scottish vacation, and how they learned how to become a unit.

As he lay there, naked from the waist down, face down on their bed, he prayed it was almost done.

He didn’t have to worry about liking this and getting hard. His dick was not coming out with this kind of pain.

Screw.

That.

“You got this,” Neils said. “You have to stop tensing, I’m free handing as it is, and if you want it to look decent, I need you to relax and breathe. Your man will love it.”

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