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And with that, Gryphen led him up the stairs and to the bedroom they were sharing.

Honestly, Ian didn’t mind.

This was, after all, his vacation.

And he loved him some vacation sex.

Chapter Four

Ravensmire

Master’s Suite

Thursday

Early Morning

Three A.M

The whole castle was silent, and Gryphen was dead asleep until he heard something outside of their bedroom door. At first, as it pulled him from sleep, he believed he’d been dreaming.

Then, he heard it again.

And again.

And again.

Oh, this made him nervous. To Gryphen, it sounded like footsteps on the stones, and a woman singing a child’s lullaby.

Yeah, there was no way he was hearing that.

Holy shit.

What the hell was going on here?

As he laid there, beside him, Ian was sound asleep. He was on his back, his hand on the pillow, and one on his chest.

The slow rhythmic breathing told Gryphen he was the only one who heard the singing.

This was a bad time to be wide awake.

Try as he might, he closed his eyes to try and fall back to sleep for a few more hours, but it wasn’t happening.

He was freaked out.

Lying there, he watched his lover sleeping, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the view. The light was on in the bathroom, and it was cascading out, giving him enough to see the man.

Blowing air across his chest, Gryphen enjoyed watching his nipple react to his breath.

It shot licks of electricity through his body at the idea that he would love to taste that little nipple. What he craved was Ian’s body.

They’d had wild vertical sex in the shower where Gryphen manhandled his man. He’d sat on the seat and made Ian ride him through two massive orgasms.

By the time he’d exploded twice, Ian was breathless and cum was dripping from his ass.

And that was how he liked him.

Now, he tried to figure out how pissed he’d be if he woke him up with sex.

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