Page 250 of The Protective Gryphen

“What do you want, Ian?” he asked.

Ian was blunt.

“I’ll sign an agreement to be solely yours in bed, to warm it, to be your sex partner, and to be your property in exchange for what I want.”

His dick was so hard, and he was struggling to concentrate on the road.

“What would that be, exactly?” he asked. Honestly, he’d give Ian anything, including his heart from his chest. That was how much he loved him.

He’d die for him.

Ian told him.

“I want a protector. I want you to keep me safe, and make me feel like I’m the most wanted man in the whole world. When we’re in bed, I want you to pull that pleasure from me, and push me to limits that would have otherwise scared me.”

“Ian,” he whispered, his mouth going dry at the possibility that they might both be on the same page.

If they were, he knew how lucky he was.

“Like today. You rescued me, and how you always protect me. I want to belong to a man like that. I want someone big, strong, and heroic who makes me feel like I’m the center of his world. So, my part of the contract is about you taking care of me in and out of bed. Not only do I want the pleasure of being worshiped by you in bed, but the guarantee of you watching over me. Maybe it’s antiquated, but that gets me off.”

He started chewing on his earlobe.

Gryphen moaned.

“Ian.”

He was being honest.

“My Lord, I can’t go back to what it was. You set it free in both of us, and I need that man. Be him for me, Gryphen. Let’s make that contract and see where it takes us. What’s the worst that happens? We rip it up? I don’t think we will because you are a wild beast in bed, and I loved every second of it. Make me your property.”

He tugged on his ear.

Gryphen was fighting to stay in control, and Ian was making it so difficult.

“Do you prefer the way it was?” Ian asked. “Be honest with me.”

He didn’t.

“No. What you saw last night is the man I feel like I am inside. I’ve just never been able to let him out. Everyone has been afraid of him.”

“I’m not afraid of him. I crave him. I can’t live without him. Why can’t we have this between us? So we have a contract that’s based in fulfilling our desires and needs. Again, what’s the worst that can happen? We fuck ourselves into exhaustion? We decide it’s too much? Maybe it’s the spice our marriage will need. I want nothing more than to be on my knees for you.”

His body reacted to his words.

He wanted that too.

God.

He wanted Ian kneeling between his spread legs and worshipping his cock, and Gryphen wanted to carry him to bed to enjoy his body for hours.

He wanted to tie him to their bed, and make the man scream his name.

Could he really be this lucky?

For the first time in his life, he found a man who wanted him to hover, and be the controlling asshole he knew he was. He wanted him for him.

“So it’s not a game? It’s our norm?” he asked.

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