Page 86 of The Protective Gryphen

They definitely prioritized cumming over sleeping.

“I couldn’t help myself, Ian. I saw you laying there, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off of you. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

Hearing that, Ian grinned.

He couldn’t even articulate how happy he was to hear that from someone. Ian had never felt as loved as he did with Gryphen.

“Well, I’m not going to stop you. If you need me, by all means, take what you want.”

He would because Ian was his.

As if tempting him, his mate licked his lips, and whether it was to moisten them, or tease him, it had the same outcome.

Gryphen slid his hand behind Ian’s head, and he forced his mouth to his.

He was no longer feeling calm.

He was wild.

There was something about a sleek, naked man in his bed that got the juices flowing.

Gryphen wanted more.

Truth be told, he wanted to have this man all over the bedroom. Gryphen wanted to leave marks on him that would prove he was his and only his.

That territorial need was rising up again, and it was making him want to do wild, wicked things to his mate.

The kiss was a wild storm, and it left nothing to the imagination.

Now, Ian was trapped beneath Gryphen’s bulkier body, and he wasn’t disappointed.

When Gryphen found his hands, and slid them above his head to pin him there, he moaned.

Breaking the kiss, he stared down into his eyes.

“I want you, but I want to be wild. If you’re going to be afraid of me, stop me. I’m not too far gone, yet.”

Ian understood.

Marines went hard, and Gryphen was trying to be cognizant of his fears. He’d told him to be himself, and honestly, he was curious.

If the shower was any preview of what the man could be in bed, he wanted more.

No.

Ian wanted all.

“Please,” he whispered. “Show me. Don’t hold back,” he added. “I want all of you, Gryphen.”

That wickedness whipped through him, making him want to set that wildness free.

He liked having Ian trapped.

It was very predator and prey. Now, he wanted to enjoy what the man had to offer.

He kept him pinned there, his big hand holding his hands as he had Ian’s legs around his hips. His rock-hard dick was against Ian’s body.

When he moved, it rubbed against him.

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