Page 167 of The Protective Gryphen

Oh, he rocked his world.

He shoved him into the pleasure, and didn’t hold back. When Ian moaned, then, and only then when he broke the kiss, did he set him free.

Mostly, since the man’s lower lip was still between his.

“Be ready for me tonight,” he whispered. “I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget. This will set the pace for our relationship.”

God.

He wanted that.

Desperately.

“Yes, please,” he whispered. “Make me forget everything but you, Gryphen. You’re all I want to remember.”

And just like that, the evening was cemented in place. Gryphen was going to go hard.

They were either going to erase the memory of what Will did or die trying.

Oohrah.

Ian Patterson was getting his fantasy.

One way or another.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Eight O’clock

Master’s Suite

At the knock to their door, Ian went over and opened it. Outside, there stood Graham, and it was a little odd that he’d ventured this far up in the castle.

Normally, he stayed downstairs. It was clear he was getting more comfortable with them there.

“Yes?” he asked.

Here went nothing.

“I hate to bother you, but you have a call on the house phone, Ian. It’s Elizabeth, and she wants to see how your vacation is going.”

That was all he had to hear.

God.

He missed her so much. Over the last five months, she’d become so important in his world, and she was the reason he had Gryphen.

Immediately, he smiled.

“I wanted to talk to her. I feel bad we’re missing Takoda’s wedding, and I need to tell her about the mystery!”

Gryphen just grinned.

It appeared Graham pulled it off again.

“Well, she’s on the phone in the library. I’ll show you the way,” he said.

He glanced back at Gryphen.

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