Page 276 of The Protective Gryphen

“When you need to cum, you need to cum,” the one man said, clinking his glass off of Gryphen’s. “Are you a couple?” he asked, “or were you just in the mood for a little gobble?”

They all giggled in glee at the slang.

“He’s my man,” Gryphen said. “We’re definitely a couple.”

Ian wasn’t embarrassed, like he wasn’t last night when Gryphen carried him over his shoulder bound and his ass red from the library escapade.

He felt love.

Gryphen claiming him made his whole body overheat.

When the men calmed down, Gryphen spoke up.

“Now, thank the men for their help,” Gryphen said. “We’re going to be going back to the castle. I have things to attend and plans I’ve made for our evening,” he admitted, seeing the time.

My, where had time gone?

Oh, he knew.

He’d been punishing his sexy property.

Because he heard the tone, Ian had no choice but to obey. Honestly, he didn’t mind since he wanted to go back to the castle in the worst way.

“Thank you for your help,” he said. “We appreciate it,” he added.

Standing, he held out his hand, and without hesitating, Ian took it. He was tucked to his side.

“Good sex slave,” Gryphen whispered in his ear. “Someone learns fast.”

Oh, he did.

He’d learned he wanted more.

As Gryphen paid the tab, Ian’s balls ached. The whole time they were standing side-by-side, Ian craved crawling to him and servicing him.

God.

He needed this man.

What the hell had he unleashed in him? Whatever it was, it was unquenchable.

As they were getting ready to walk out, Gryphen stopped at the table with their new friends.

“Gents, we bought you a couple more rounds. Thank you for your information, and we’ll pass on to the owners what you’ve given us.”

They cheered.

“Have a good time, Laddies. Someone be gantin for your tadger,” he said, referring to Ian.

Gryphen smiled.

Oh, he absolutely wanted his dick.

DEFINITELY.

“Someone is going to the castle to get pumped,” the other man said, snorting and toasting Ian.

Gryphen was ready.

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