Page 36 of The Protective Gryphen

To.

Be.

His.

Back home, he would have worried about being ‘dirty’ from any other man.

With his lusty Marine, he liked to get down and dirty, so sign him up. In fact, when he told Gryphen he wanted to wear the evidence of their lovemaking, it got the man hard all over again.

Oh they were definitely going to kill each other with sex.

As Gryphen came out, he was wrapped in a towel, and immediately, Ian began laughing in glee.

He couldn’t help himself.

Holy shit!

This had to be one hell of a freaking dream. There was no way that hot man was his.

No freaking way.

From where he stood, Gryphen was curious.

“Uh, is something funny, Ian?” Gryphen asked, not sure what had amused the man. He’d left him spent and full of cum.

That was no laughing matter.

Because he was so happy, at that very moment, Ian let Gryphen in on it.

“The towel reminded me of a kilt, and I got this wild thrill that I’m in a castle with you.”

Gryphen grinned.

Then, he dropped it, and Ian stopped laughing when he saw the man was still rock-hard.

In fact, he swallowed, and he couldn’t contemplate any of this miracle going on around him.

Jesus.

He loved his life.

Gryphen moved toward him, and lifted his chin from staring at his dick, and into his eyes.

“That’s for you, Baby. It’s absolutely for you. Never doubt that.”

Oh, he wouldn’t.

Running his hand up Ian’s body, he was honest.

“Someone’s got my cum all over him, and I have to say that I love knowing you’re wearing it. This no showering for you might be my new kink.”

Oh, his too.

When his hand went under his ass, he felt the wetness there, and it made him feel something he’d never felt before. Gryphen wanted to own this man so badly.

Own his heart.

Own his body.

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