Page 84 of The Protective Gryphen

All he knew was if Ian woke him up with sex, he absolutely wouldn’t be angry at all.

A man was a man, right?

They all liked sex, and Ian was deliciously rumpled as he slept. That was way too tempting for him.

Well, screw it.

He was hard, wide awake, and needed a way back to sleep. Sex was always the answer.

Sliding down into the thick, feather comforter that felt like heaven, Gryphen found Ian’s dick, and slowly began blowing him.

Oh, and he knew when the man came awake.

It was with a moan.

“Gryphen,” he whispered, as his erection got hard in his mouth.

Well, that was his sign.

Someone wasn’t angry at all.

Good to know.

Because that hunger for the man never ended, Gryphen took his time, fully devouring him, working him in and out of his mouth and to the base. The whole time, Ian made breathy little whimpers of pleasure.

Yeah, he liked having a bed mate.

A lot.

It beat waking up and jerking off.

That was for damn sure.

As Ian felt himself being touched, at first, there was fear, and then, he knew where he was.

Oh, he’d recognize the scruff of Gryphen’s five o’clock shadow on his body any day.

He was a captive audience as Gryphen blew him.

Because his upper brain had shut off, Ian was staring at the ceiling as the man he love drove him wild. He couldn’t recall the last time a lover woke him up in the middle of the night with head.

He was pretty sure it had never happened before.

Shit.

He loved his life.

Someone was hungrily devouring him, and Ian was there for the ride.

They’d had incredibly wild sex in the shower, and he assumed the man was satiated.

This was definitely not that.

“Oh, God,” he whispered, as Gryphen was focused on the tip of his dick, and tormenting it.

Sliding his hands under the bedding, he found Gryphen’s hair, and held on as the man drove him wild.

“Fuck!” he muttered as his body bowed and electricity shot through him.

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