Page 73 of The Protective Gryphen

Jesus.

The mouth on this man.

When Gryphen’s leg went between his, trapping him, and pressed to his erection, there was no doubt that both men were riled up.

Maybe it was the adrenaline.

Maybe it was the fact that they could do this whenever they wanted.

When Gryphen grabbed a handful of the man’s ass with his free hand, the slip into uncontrollable need began happening.

All Gryphen wanted was Ian.

As he pillaged, and his body vibrated with desire, he heard the sound of approaching boots.

Shit.

Someone had terrible timing.

It looked as if they had company.

It would be Graham. He knew a soldier’s gait anywhere.

Only, instead of stopping, he deepened the kiss, marking his territory. He wanted there to be no denying who Ian belonged to.

It was him.

When Ian finally realized he was there, he touched Gryphen on the chest and whispered his name into the kiss. It broke the spell.

“Gryph.”

When the bigger man turned his head, he stared right at Graham.

“Oh, sorry,” he said. “I was coming to tell you that the roast is done,” he stated. “I see you’ve already gotten your hands on something.”

Gryphen didn’t mince words when it came to what he wanted the man to fully understand.

“Yeah, I have my hands on my boyfriend,” he said. “Problem?”

Ian knew how Gryphen needed to feel in control, so he let him handle the situation. If it kept him calm, so be it.

“None at all. Dinner is ready,” he said, as he turned.

Only, Ian didn’t know when to leave something alone, and he chose that moment to go there.

“Graham, can I ask you something?”

The man turned.

“Sure.”

Gryphen was forced to let his mate go, but he still held his hand possessively in his.

“Are there bodies in the lowest level of the castle?” Ian asked.

He nodded.

“Aye. There are three family crypts. Duncan had one for himself, and there are two others.”

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