Page 251 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian teased his neck, making the man’s body shake.

“Yes. Before you, I didn’t know this lived in me, Gryphen, and now I do. I need a man to give myself to. I don’t want to be independent. I want to be yours to command in bed.”

Fuck.

Gryphen’s heart was pounding in his chest.

He wanted this. That’s why he’d been quiet. He’d been trying to figure out a way to bring it up. Apparently, his brave man was too.

“And you’ll willingly give yourself to me when I need you?” Gryphen asked. “In and out of bed?”

Since Ian knew what he’d tattooed on his ass, this all fit that.

“No matter where or what. If you ask it of me, I’ll do it, because I know you’ll protect me. I’m broken, Gryphen. I’ll never be that man I was again, and I’m glad he’s gone. I prefer this one. I prefer being the man who needs to sleep beside you in your arms. I prefer being the man who you watch across the room, and I know that you’re thinking about tossing me over your shoulder and carrying me to bed to fuck me.”

His dick throbbed.

Gryphen was perpetually horny with Ian around, and he craved so much with him.

Ian kept being honest because they promised to always have that in their relationship.

“I think I was born in the wrong era,” Ian said. “I relate to Ceit because she needed the protection of her knight. You’re that to me, Gryph. So, make the contract. I’ll sign it, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it. I’m serious. That’s the kind of relationship I want.”

His mind was made up.

Gryphen couldn’t live without this, and now that he saw Ian couldn’t either, he’d take care of this man. He’d make sure he had everything he needed in life.

He’d protect his mate.

“When we get back, later, after we have the adventure that I have planned for us, I’ll need some time. I’ll sit down and write out my part of the contract. Once you sign it, Ian, it’s done. The only way out of it is when death does us part. I’ll take it as seriously as when I raised my hand and swore to protect our country and the Constitution. I don’t make a vow or promise lightly, and I will promise to be your protector.”

Oh, he believed that.

Gryphen wasn’t done.

“It’s an oath to me. If you take it, there is no getting out of it, so think about what you’re agreeing to. You’ll be mine, and at my every sexual whim. I’ll test you to push you out of your comfort zone.”

“I understand that. How can I prove to you that I want to give myself to you like that? What will it take?”

He glanced over.

“Blow me. Take me out of my pants, Mr. Patterson, and make me cum. I want to feel your saliva on my balls and running down my ass.”

His body reacted.

“Yes, my Lord,” he whispered, and then did exactly what had been asked of him.

With gentle fingers, he unzipped him, and took him from his pants as Gryphen drove.

There was already a drop of precum on the tip of his monstrous cock.

“That’s what you do to my body,” he said. “That’s what I am because of you, Ian. No one has ever brought this out in me. I always held back so no one saw this part of me because only you deserve this part of my soul.”

That made Ian warm.

“I want this part of you,” he said, rubbing the precum all over his dick before he took him down his throat. “I want all of this.”

“Then, it’s yours. You’re not to touch your dick. You’ll stay hard until after we sign our contract. Then, tonight, we’ll go to bed and consummate our agreement. Do you agree?” he asked.

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