Page 271 of The Protective Gryphen

Because they were sitting side by side in the pub, and it was dark, Gryphen took Ian’s hand and put it on his dick.

He was impossibly hard.

God.

Ian wanted his dick more than anything. This man made him insane.

Only, here wasn’t the time or place.

“I’m just glad someone is worried about the castle,” the one man said, getting both of their attention. “It’s about time.”

“Well, the new owner is definitely concerned,” Gryphen said. “She’s going to handle that place.”

Oh, that was the truth.

Because he was getting overheated, and not because of the temperature of the room, Ian needed to cool off. He wanted to go splash some water on his face to stop that heat that was making it hard to think.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, pushing back from the table.

Gryphen watched him walk away, and someone had forgotten his manners.

Someone didn’t ask permission to wander away alone.

AGAIN.

It appeared a lesson needed to be learned.

“Let me go get you gents another round,” he said. “We appreciate your help.”

The men were so happy to be getting more beer, they began gossiping among themselves again.

At the bar, Gryphen put in the order, and went off to find Ian. When he found the men’s room, tucked back in the corner of the pub, he went in.

Ian was drying off his face.

When he looked over, he watched Gryphen lock the door.

In that small space, Gryphen looked imposing.

And virile.

“Mr. Patterson, I don’t believe you asked permission to leave my side, now did you?”

Ian gasped.

“Oh, I think I told you what I expected of you. Did you not ask for my protection?”

Ian could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

“Someone loves when I punish him, apparently. We’ll break you of your forgetfulness.”

“My Lord,” he whispered, his whole body going crazy from the flood of desire he was feeling.

Gryphen pointed in front of him.

“Mr. Patterson, my balls are heavy. Come relieve me of my cum. I hope you saved room,” he said.

Ian didn’t question him.

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