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Ian’s lower lip was quivering.

“Please let me cum for you, my Lord. Please let me give you my cum.”

Gryphen wanted that, but he needed to be tough. He needed Ian to understand that he wasn’t kidding when it came to having demands from his body.

If he demanded protection, Gryphen demanded pleasure—for both of them.

“No, Mr. Patterson. I want you hard all day. I think its about time we shopped. You need to really think about what you’re asking from me. If you want me to let that man out forever and permanently, you’re going to have to make sacrifices. Like now. You’ll only cum when I let you.”

God.

That only made him want this man even more.

Touching his cheek, he stared into his eyes.

“Yes, my Lord. I’ll wait until you allow me to cum for you later.”

Jesus.

H.

Christ.

Gryphen was so hard still. This man knew how to make him absolutely insane.

“When you call me that, it makes me want to lose control.”

Ian was honest.

“I like calling you that. I told you. I was born in the wrong time. I would have rather been born when Ceit was, because I understand that part of her world.”

“Even though she lost him?”

He knew the truth.

“They weren’t soulmates. We would have been, Gryph. I can feel it to my bones. I understand what I’m entering into. I’ll make my contract later.”

That worked for him.

“Let’s go shopping and then to a pub to listen to ghost stories. What could possibly go wrong?” Gryphen asked.

Honestly, Ian didn’t want to go to the pub.

He wanted to go to bed.

It was going to be a long, difficult day. There was no way Gryphen wasn’t going to test him.

But he’d pass.

He belonged to Gryphen.

Mind.

Body.

And soul.

Chapter Twelve

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