Page 111 of The Protective Gryphen

Gryphen laughed.

“Well, then, after I got over that, I saw you laying there, and…well, I’m a dude, and I have a dick. You’re the reason I stayed awake.”

He snorted.

That was good to know.

“I know all about your magnificent dick. It was in my ass, and I loved it. You have my permission to wake me in the middle of the night to sex me up. I’m game.”

And Gryphen loved that Ian was out of his shell. Here, he wasn’t afraid.

“Oh, I have your permission, do I?” he asked, moving his mouth closer to Ian’s.

When the man’s body reacted, he kept his voice low.

“Newsflash, Ian. I don’t need your permission. You’re mine, and I take what I want,” he whispered, wanting to see how the man reacted.

Oh, Jesus.

Ian flushed bright red, thinking about the implication behind his words.

And Gryphen didn’t miss it.

To show Ian he meant business, he leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, trapping him there with his hand on the back of his head.

Gryphen controlled that mating of mouths, proving he absolutely didn’t need permission.

Ian wasn’t arguing that.

When Gryphen finally broke the kiss, Ian blinked his eyes, trying to fight through that heat.

Holy.

Hell’s.

Bells.

This man’s mouth was out of control.

“Today is going to be a difficult day,” Ian admitted, when he was finally able to speak again.

The Marine was curious.

“Why?”

“I’m going to have to watch the sexiest man I know put on a kilt, and know he’s buck naked beneath it.”

Gryphen leaned into him.

“I too love a man going commando. May I suggest you try that more often?” he asked, biting him on the neck.

Lordy.

“Uh, I am.”

Gryphen stared at him.

“You’re britches-less?” he asked, using an Elizabeth word. It seemed right since this vacation was because of her kindness.

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