Page 102 of The Protective Gryphen

Before this could escalate, he tried to minimize the situation.

“Gryph.”

Instead of giving him a chance, he moved toward Ian, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up. Then, he trapped him against his body.

His voice was low, soft, and deadly.

It sent chills through Ian’s body. The whole time, he wasn’t afraid of him hurting him, but he was turned on.

The sent of sweaty man filled his senses, and he couldn’t think past the slickness of Gryphen’s flesh.

Staring into his eyes, he said one thing.

“We discussed that,” he stated, the displeasure clearly in his voice.

Ian swallowed.

There was no possible way that he should be horny again, but here he was desperate to be against this man. Even if he was angry with him, Ian craved his hands all over his body.

Gryphen was an enigma, and he wanted to solve it.

Non.

Freaking.

Stop.

This man was wicked.

Running his hands up his body, he soothed the savage beast with just a touch.

“I’m sorry, but now, at least you know I’m safe. He’s into you, and I understand why.”

He had a point.

Gryphen shoved that darkness down.

Ian was right.

With the news that the man was fantasizing about him, not Ian, it made it easier to control that possessiveness.

For him, he knew that he’d never cheat on Ian. That would never happen. He was crazy about him, but still, he’d laid down a rule, and Ian promised to obey them.

In his world, that was vital.

It kept you alive.

Now, he wasn’t so much angry as riled up, and sometimes, that could be just as dangerous.

In fact, this was the second time that Ian had disobeyed him, and the first time caused Gryphen to get shot in the back trying to save him.

Not this time.

As he was pressed to his body, Gryphen could feel Ian’s heart pounding in his chest.

As it should be.

“Are you pissed at me?”

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