Page 300 of The Protective Gryphen

Oh, he was aware.

“I wanted you to tell me to get your name on me, but I knew you’d never do it. So I’m doing it for you, Gryphen. You’re my everything, and now, you can’t walk away. We each made a promise. I’m wearing your name. I’m yours.”

He took his face in his hands, and stared into his eyes.

No one in his life had ever wanted to be associated to him like that. This was a gift.

It was one that he would never forget for as long as he lived. That was for damn sure.

“I love it, Ian. Thank you.”

“When he tattooed me, it was painful. I can’t believe I got through it. That’s why my ass hurt so much. Tattoos are brutal.”

Ian was excited, until he realized something was wrong.

Gryphen had stopped smiling.

“Are you okay?” Ian asked.

No, he wasn’t.

Why?

It just registered in Gryphen’s head.

Did he just say he was alone in their bedroom with another man and his pants had been down? Someone had stared at his property’s ass?

“Gryphen?” Ian asked, as that flush was moving up the man’s chest, and he didn’t look amused.

Finally, he spoke.

“A lot is wrong, Mr. Patterson.”

Ian was confused.

“I don’t understand.”

Gryphen explained.

“You broke the rules that we had even before the contracts tonight, and you kept a secret. I told you about Graham seeing my dick. You neglected to tell me that you took off your pants for a complete stranger and in our bed.”

Ian blinked.

Oh, boy.

When he said it that way, it sounded bad.

REAL.

BAD.

Gryphen wasn’t done.

“I do believe I warned you that if you tempted that darkness, it would come out.”

Ian swallowed.

“But…”

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