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“Sucks to be him. Let him find his own Gryphen. This one is taken. Trust me, my Lord, it wasn’t me he was watching when he came into the room both times.”

Yeah, well, Gryphen was taken.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I love when you get so bossy. It means I get to spank you.”

Ian just nuzzled him.

And that was the part that Ian loved best.

That he was owned by Lord Carter.

The love of his life.

Chapter Fourteen

Saturday Morning

Five Forty-five A.M

Ravensmire Castle

Oh, it had been a wild night, and Ian wasn’t complaining about that. Around midnight, Ian was awoken by Gryphen and his weeping erection. Apparently, the wild sex they’d had earlier hadn’t been enough.

He needed more.

The Marine had been horny and in the mood for even more sex, and when he reached for him, Ian knew it was his duty.

They’d made an agreement, so he was his for the taking.

The second he called him Mr. Patterson, his body woke up, and it was a wild hour of passionate lovemaking. It wasn’t anything like earlier, but instead, there was hunger, need, and heat.

They worked themselves up, and then, they tired themselves out.

Honestly, he’d believed he’d be out for the rest of the night, but around two, Ian woke up and couldn’t sleep. For a brief moment, he wasn’t going to wake his man up, but they did agree that whenever either of them was in need, the other would supply.

Maybe he was testing their agreement to see if it really went both ways.

Well, it absolutely did.

When he touched Gryphen’s chest, his eyes popped open, and he just knew that he needed him.

He’d said the words he would always crave.

“Mr. Patterson, have at me. I’m yours.”

So, they made love again, this time Gryphen let Ian climb all over his big, muscular playground of a body.

Oh, and it had been just what he needed.

After their lovemaking, Ian apologized for waking him, but that masculine chuckle said it all. No one, especially him, was turning down middle of the night sex.

Not in that bed anyway.

Around three, they went back to sleep, just waiting long enough to listen to the castle and see if there were any sounds.

Ghostly ones.

When there were none, they honestly assumed that they’d set the woman free, and she was done with haunting them.

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