Page 193 of The Protective Gryphen

Now, it was about taking even more, showing the man that he craved him nonstop. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t want him.

Now was the time for action.

Pulling Ian up, he tossed him over his shoulder, and grabbed his belt.

There was more pleasure to be had.

So.

Much.

More.

Truth be told, he’d love to have this kind of sex life with Ian. He’d love to wrap up each night like this. It was feeding that possessiveness in him.

He wanted to claim him.

As his.

Heading for the doors, he slid them open, revealing the library.

From where he hung over Gryphen’s shoulder he could see it looked different than it had when he was in it less than twenty minutes ago.

Now, it was set up for a fucking party, and he was going to be the one offered up to the Lord.

“Welcome to more debauchery, Mr. Patterson. I can’t wait to make you scream my name.”

With that, Ian was dropped onto the couch and he stared up at Gryphen.

All he could think of was how sexy the man was in a kilt. A part of him wondered if he could get him to wear one full-time while they were home.

Then again, they’d be having sex nonstop.

Was that really a problem?

Not.

For.

Him.

As he was watched, Gryphen began slowly getting out of his shirt. He dropped the tartan scarf from his shoulder onto the floor, and the shirt behind it. As he stood there, shirtless, in just the kilt, Ian was in heaven.

This man was ridiculously sexy. Everything about him screamed virile, masculine, and alpha male.

God.

He wanted him.

“My Lord,” he whispered. “Please fuck me more. I need more of you.”

Oh, well, that was the plan.

He dropped the belt around his neck so that it hung down his chest, and moved toward him on the couch. Resting over him, he put his legs over his hips.

Gryphen was so hungry for him. Watching him naked, lying on the leather couch as the flames flickered in shadows across his body…

It took him back to a time where this kind of thing really happened. He would have absolutely wanted to own a man like Ian.

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