Page 72 of The Protective Gryphen

“A bunch of us assholes went to Gettysburg when we were at a base nearby. We thought it would be cool to walk around the battlefields at night.”

Ian listened in fascination.

“It’s not cool. It’s creepy as fuck, and you see some shit that you can’t explain.”

Now, he was curious.

“Like what?” he asked.

“We were walking on the battlefield, wanting to debunk that they existed. In the distance, we heard cannons. If you’ve ever heard one, you know it doesn’t sound like normal gunfire.”

Ian let him continue.

“Well, we moved toward it, and as we moved over a hill, there were cannons behind some fencing. That’s when we all saw it.”

He needed to know.

“What did you see?” he asked.

“A soldier walking in the mist, and then, there were two, three, and…”

He held his breath.

“They disappeared as soon as we called out to them. They looked at us, and then, they were gone.”

Ian was shocked.

“Really?”

He nodded.

That surprised Ian.

“I never thought you’d believe in ghosts.”

Oh, he did.

“I believe in a lot of things, Ian. I fully believe in monsters since I’ve killed plenty. I believe in evil, since I’ve seen it in wars, and I believe in ghosts. This place is likely haunted.”

Gryphen knew what that meant.

“Well, sleeping should be fun,” he said.

Ian moved toward him and wrapped his arms around Gryphen’s waist. With his head on his chest, he made him one promise.

“I’ll keep you safe. If you get scared, wake me up. I’ll protect you, Marine,” he said, his hands now under Gryphen’s shirt, touching his flesh.

Speaking of waking him up…

Mission accomplished.

The feeling of his mate against his body made him focus on Ian, and nothing else.

Gryphen found his mouth, and kissed him like he was starving. He loved being around Ian, and he enjoyed kissing him even more.

Someone moaned.

Gryphen’s hand went into Ian’s hair, and he was walked backward into the wall. There, Gryphen trapped him, and kissed him like he was the last man on earth.

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