Page 199 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian didn’t want to move, but his belly grumbled.

“I’m hungry,” he said.

“Oh, more room for cum?” he asked,

Ian laughed thinking he was joking.

“I’m being serious, Mr. Patterson. You’re mine until morning.”

“You can’t possibly still want…,” he began, but didn’t finish. Gryphen’s dick was hardening against his hip. “You’re an animal.”

He grinned.

“Apparently, you bring it out in me, Mr. Patterson. I suggest we get some fuel, and then, when we retire to the bedroom, you’ll be ready to cum some more.”

“I don’t think…”

He stopped him.

“It wasn’t a request, Mr. Patterson. It was a demand. I will tie you to the bed if need be, but before you pass out from the pleasure, you will cum when I tell you to.”

His heart skipped.

Yes, he needed this.

Ian felt so peaceful.

He craved this.

“Yes, my Lord.”

Helping him up, Gryphen was still in his kilt, and all he did was roll down the front so it hid his erection. Ian on the other hand was completely naked.

Gryphen held out his hand.

“Join me, Mr. Patterson.”

Taking it, he let the man lead him, and he knew he’d never look at Gryphen the same again. His mate had come out of his shell, and he’d shown him what lived in him.

And that man was magnificent.

As they walked into the dining room, it was just as they left it after he’d been taken on the table. The food was pushed back, and it looked like they had to tidy up.

“Get our plates refilled,” he said, sitting in the armchair after he threw some wood on the fire. It was when he draped his leg over the arm and watched Ian that the man got goosebumps.

That stare did everything for him.

When he went to get his clothes, Gryphen stopped him.

“No. You’ll dine naked with me so I can enjoy my prize for the evening.”

He swallowed.

Oh, holy shit.

What was this.

“Pardon, my Lord?” he asked, his body tingling from the way Gryphen made him feel.

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