Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Ravensmire Lake
Same Time
Friday
Late Morning
This was a situation that Gryphen didn’t want to be in, and he knew that every second from here on out was going to count. He had to save Ian, and get him back to shore where he’d be safe.
The alternative wasn’t acceptable. There was no way he was losing him.
Not on his watch.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
“Gryph,” he whispered. “Don’t let me go in,” he said, staring at his man.
It was time.
Getting up, Gryphen grabbed the broom that he’d used to clear the lake. Then, he stared into Ian’s terrified eyes to reassure him.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
He nodded.
Moving toward the ice, Gryphen went to his belly, and slid closer to Ian. Now, he was about six feet from Ian.
With the broom, he reached out to him, giving him the wider end to grab onto.
“No matter what happens, if that ice breaks, you hold onto that broom for dear life. That’s how I’ll be able to find you in the water. If you let go, I’ll never get to you. Do you hear me, Ian.”
Oh, well, Ian had no plan of letting go.
Instead of speaking, he just nodded.
As Gryphen moved closer, he went to his ass and dug the back of the skate blade into the ice to brace himself. Then, he began slowly pulling Ian toward him.
It was mere inches at a time.
The whole time, Ian held on and never looked away from Gryphen’s determination-filled eyes.
When in doubt, bet it all on a Marine.
And he was.
His life was, once more, in Gryphen’s hands.
When Ian was finally within reach, Gryphen stopped pulling.
“Listen, Ian. When I get you closer, I need you to sit on your ass, loop your legs around my waist, and hold onto my body. I see the cracks, and they are running right under me. We’re going to have to move back slowly. I’ll get us there, but only if you’re calm and listen.”
Ian would do whatever he said.
“I hear you, Gryphen.”
“Okay, Baby. Now, slowly go to you knees,” he said, holding out his hand and dropping the broom beside him.
Ian did as he asked, and he got into position. The whole time, they heard more cracking.
Their combined weight was too much for the ice.
“Go to your ass, and I’ll slide you toward me.”
He did what he was asked to do, and it wasn’t long before Ian was pulled toward him. He put his legs over his, and he locked them behind Gryphen’s back.
Now, he was pressed against him.
To calm him down, he tried to reassure him.
“Hey, sexy. Come here often?” he asked Ian, even as he felt the ice cracking between them.
“I’m sorry I planned this.”
He lifted his chin.
“Hey. You didn’t do anything wrong. The ice wasn’t strong enough. When Graham tested it, he didn’t take into account that I outweigh him. Add your bodyweight in, and we were just too much for it.”
He clung to him.
“Now, you just let me do all the work, and you hide your face in my neck. IF we go through, promise me that you don’t let go no matter what. I’ve trained in cold water. I know how to get us to shore, but you can’t freak out or let go. I’m literally your lifeline.”
Well, ask and he would receive. Ian wasn’t letting go of the man no matter what.
With the back of Gryphen’s skate blades, he painstakingly moved them backward inch-by-inch, and it took quite a while.
As they were close to shore, Ian still had his eyes closed.
When they stopped moving, Gryphen said his name.
“Ian.”
He moved and looked at him.
“We’re safe.”
That was all he had to hear. He found his mouth with his, and kissed him stupid. The adrenaline crashed, and he was just so grateful that he had this man as his.
Yeah.
This was why he said he was his hero. He stayed calm under pressure like driving them back in a snowstorm and saving their asses on the ice.
Everyone needed a Gryphen.
EVERY.
ONE.
When the kiss was broken, he soothed him because he was shaking.
“You good, Boo?” he asked.
Ian nodded.
“I am because of you. I hope you never get tired of saving me,” he said. “Clearly, I’m a nightmare.”
Gryphen didn’t want to hear that.
“Hey. No, you’re not. This was one hell of a memory we’ve made, but if it’s okay, I’d like to do two things.”
“What?”
“The first is never ice skate again, and the second is get up. My pants are wet, and it’s cold. I’m not sure if I pissed myself, or if it’s lake water.”
That was all he had to hear. Ian got up, and he helped Gryphen to his feet. Somehow, they managed to get back to shore and to the stump. There, they took off their skates.
“Well, it’s nice to be able to walk,” Gryphen said, grinning.
Ian was quiet.
Oh, and Gryphen knew why.
“Baby, I’m good. We’re good. I’m a Marine. I’m accustomed to everything going to hell around me. I protect Elizabeth.”
That helped.
“Are you upset I planned this mess?”
He kissed him on the forehead.
“I’m thrilled you did this. We experienced it together, and that was all that mattered. Next time, let’s go to an ice-skating rink. There’s no water underneath.”
That worked for him.
“Okay, good point. Let’s go up though. I’m over the lake. In fact, I’m erasing that from our romantic Christmas movie memories.”
He winked.
“Good plan. I see you have a thermos there. What’s in it?”
“It’s hot cocoa, but I’m going to take care of you for a change. I want you to go up and get out of these clothes. I’ll pour us cocoa in the kitchen, and we’ll talk about the rest of our day.”
That worked for him.
As they made the climb back up, they grabbed their sleds, and put them, and the skates back in the stable.
They pet the sheep, horses, and goats, and then went inside.
Once there, Gryphen went up, and Ian knew he needed to make up for that mess.
He wanted Gryphen to have a memory to replace that, so he got out of his coat, found an apron, and began making him breakfast.
Could he cook?
Not like Gryphen, but he could do the basics that he remembered his mother making for him as a kid.
He found pancake mix, and started making the recipe on the back of the box. When Gryphen came down, changed, he stared at him.
“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked.
Really, he was pretty sure it was self-explanatory. He certainly wasn’t putting a car engine together or fixing a sink.
“I’m feeding you,” he admitted.
Honestly, he didn’t need to do that.
“I can make you…”
Ian stopped him and pointed at a chair.
“Let me seduce you.”
Well, if that was his plan, then Gryphen was down for that kind of morning.
Who was he kidding?
Ian could seduce him any day of the week, and Gryphen wasn’t stopping him. Besides, he liked food.
Following his orders, he sat down, and he liked the view. Honestly, he got it. Watching someone you love do something for you was special.
“It’s not going to be your Christmas Chicken, but it will be breakfast,” he added.
That worked for him.
He was starving.
“Can I have some cocoa?” Gryphen asked, pointing at the thermos.
“Absolutely. I wanted to wait for you to get down to pour. Can you handle it so I can feed you for a change?” he inquired.
“Absolutely.”
With that out of the way, he heated up a griddle. In the fridge, Ian grabbed berries and whipped cream for their food. Going over to Gryphen, he topped off his cocoa with some of it.
The man grinned.
“Fancy,” he said. “Save that for later. I might have a new way to use whipped cream,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, well, my Lord, we’ll explore that possibility,” he teased, and then, he hit up his mug too.
Gryphen slapped him on the ass, feeling proprietary as hell.
Because he loved how his mate was watching him, Ian went the extra mile. He tossed the berries into a pot, and added sugar and some water.
Then, started making pancakes.
Gryphen sipped his hot cocoa, and he was really turned on by watching Ian move around the kitchen. He just assumed he didn’t cook.
An educated man who had a powerful job? That screamed restaurants and takeout. At least that had been his experience with the men he’d dated and slept with.
“I didn’t know you could do this.”
Ian was honest.
“As a bachelor, I can make a few things. I can cook enough to pack my lunches for the week, and I like a crockpot. I can set it and forget it. I worked crazy hours.”
He watched him flip pancakes.
Yeah, Ian was good at it.
“I know that feeling. I’ll be working crazy hours when I go back, and Will is in prison. I have to go back to protection duty.”
That scared him.
He actually stopped moving.
“Ian?” Gryphen asked, sensing the mood change in the room. “Are you okay?”
He needed to know.
“You’ll be safe working?” Ian asked. “And you’ll come home to me every night, right? Because I know that Elizabeth is in non-stop danger, and the idea of you dying…”
He saw the fear.
“Hey,” he said. “I’ll be good. You have to believe that I’ll be safe. Ivan is really good at seeing an issue coming, and we tend to ride with Saint and Demeter too.”
That didn’t make him feel better. He knew that they tended to be in danger more often than not.
Gryphen saw that this might be a problem for Ian.
“If it bothers you, I can ask to be moved,” he offered, willing to do that for him.
He stared at him.
“Is that a possibility?”
Gryphen was honest.
“When Elizabeth and Ivan found me, after I lost my job at the White House, they offered me a position, and it was to be on kid duty at The Fort. I made it a day, and then told them I was resigning the next day.”
“Why?”
He shared.
“Because little kids scare me. I fear protecting them. I fear being a second off of my game and one of them dies. I’d be destroyed if Dolly got hurt.”
Ian suspected he knew why.
“Because of what happened?”
He nodded.
“I didn’t want to fuck up, so I quit. Well, as you can imagine, that didn’t go over with Elizabeth. She bumped me to her protection duty. I know they didn’t need me, and she made it up, but I was just relieved to not have to leave. I’m sure if I ask Ivan, he’ll switch me out.”
Ian was grateful.
“Can you?”
“If that’s what you need to feel safe, and not worry, then yes. If you don’t think I’ll be able to be safe and come home, I’ll do it.”
He stared into his eyes.
Earlier, he’d asked Gryphen to put his faith in him. He could see that he wasn’t reciprocating that. While he did it on the ice a few minutes ago, he wasn’t trusting him to be good at his job.
So, he made a hard decision.
“No. Stay on duty. You’re good at what you do, and she needs you too. She gave you to me, and I want you to keep doing what you’re good at.”
He was surprised.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Ian flipped a pancake and was honest.
“Yeah, because I know how good of a Marine you are. I believe in you.”
It made Gryphen smile.
“I am good at it. Thank you for having faith in me.”
Oh, he did.
“Just as long as you come home,” he said, putting the pancakes on the plate, and then spooning the fresh berry syrup over them.
After, he topped it with whipped cream.
Then, he carried the two plates around the island, and sat beside Gryphen.
Since they navigated another bump in the road, and it was solved, Gryphen focused on the food.
He was all about the food.
“This looks so delicious,” he said.
Ian was hoping it was.
As they began eating, Gryphen put down his fork. Then, he stared at Ian.
“You’re on breakfast duty. These are so freaking good. I love me some pancakes. Can you make me these on the weekend when we’re both home together?”
Could he?
He’d do anything for this man.
“Really?” he asked. “They aren’t anything special. Are you sure?”
He stopped him.
“You made them for me with love. That makes them the most special pancakes in the whole world. Thank you, Ian. Thank you for taking care of me.”
He rested his head on his shoulder.
“I would love to make you breakfast. I also hear that breakfast makes a good dinner. If you want pancakes for dinner, I’m your man.”
He grinned.
“You are my man.”
Yes, yes, he was.
Because they were hungry, they went back to eating. As they were finishing up, Gryphen was curious.
“Want to get a place of our own?” he asked. “You know, a cozy little shack we can call home?”
Ian looked over.
“Are you asking me to move in with you, Mr. Carter?” he asked.
Gryphen grinned.
“Well, I’m a traditionalist, and I believe a man and man should be married first, but someone is taking his good old sweet time.”
He laughed.
Oh, well, the waiting was killing him too, but he, also, was a traditionalist. He liked having a ring and something romantic prepared.
“Do you know how difficult it is to trick a Marine and surprise him?” Ian asked. “You’re freaking sneaky and up my ass.”
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I can’t wait to be up your ass. In fact, I’d be up your ass right now if you would just follow me back upstairs.”
Before they could say anything else, there was a humongous crash in the castle.
Ian jumped.
“What the fuck?” he asked, as Gryphen was up and putting his body in front of him.
“It sounded like something fell.”
Together, they made their way toward where the sound had come from, and when Gryphen opened the door to one of the non-remodeled rooms, they saw what it was.
The ceiling had collapsed.
“Well, that makes demo easier,” Gryphen said, waving his arm to dissipate the ancient dust that was still trying to dissipate.
“What’s that?” Ian asked, pointing toward the middle of the room when he saw something in the rubble.
How it caught his eye, he had no idea.
“Stone?” he asked. “Plaster. Dust.”
No, it was something else.
Ian moved around him, pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth so he didn’t breathe in the dust, and then, he headed toward the object.
Picking it up, he carried it back, and Gryphen took it. Then, they closed the door. When he handed it to Gryphen to inspect, the man shared what he thought.
“It looks like a box,” he said, wiping the dust from it so they could figure it out.
Ian was excited.
“Maybe it’s treasure. Open it!” he said, his eyes dancing with joy and excitement.
He did just that.
When it was opened, the things inside were ancient. There were some dried flowers. A bottle of something that was corked, and then a folded piece of very old paper.
“DO NOT open that bottle.”
Ian laughed.
How could he not?
“It looks oily, like perfume or something like that,” he admitted, tipping the bottle.
Gryphen wasn’t playing.
“Ian. Put. It. Down. We don’t need to restart the plague,” he stated.
It amused him.
“Okay, Mr. Paranoid. I won’t,” he said, going through the other items that had been in the little box.
Then, he began opening the letter. In it, something fell out into his hand.
“It looks like heather,” he said, “or some kind of dried flowers. Lavender? Something.”
As he got the fragile letter opened, he understood better.
‘My knight,
I miss your body in my bed, and your arms around me. I can’t wait until we are together. I’m sorry that you’ll have to leave your wife, but my soul knows we are meant to be.
From the minute I saw you, I knew.
Our passion is endless.
When I see you across the room, my body reacts, and I can’t forget about our love making.
We’ll be together soon.
Until then, dream about me.
Forever yours,
Your Lover.’
He showed Gryphen, and the man had been right when he said that Duncan had fallen in love with someone else. Apparently, he was carrying on an affair behind his pregnant woman’s back.
“Well, that says it all,” Ian stated.
Gryphen got it.
“Picture this,” he said. “Duncan is out battling the British for his country, and there’s a woman who needs saving. He does, and they spend time together. With each moment, he is falling in love. Ceit herself said she shouldn’t have argued and said what she said.”
Ian agreed.
“It was an arranged marriage. They weren’t soulmates and distance caused an issue.”
That sucked for them.
Ian loved a love story, and theirs didn’t end well. It concluded with betrayal and suicide.
“That had to be it,” Gryphen admitted.
Ian had a different idea.
“Or he got hurt, and she nursed him back to life, like you did with me. We fell in love. Maybe they did too.”
“Good point.”
Ian was excited.
“We found another piece of the puzzle. We now know what broke them up and that their arranged marriage couldn’t withstand true love. We just don’t know who this is,” Ian said, holding the letter. “But we know she had to be important. He divorced his wife and saved this box.”
“Yeah, and she cursed him. Maybe this was a spell since she liked a little witchcraft.”
“You may be right,” Ian admitted.
Gryphen was honest.
“I hope that Callen finds out more. I don’t know if we’ll find out everything, but we did a good job, Nancy.”
Ian smiled.
“We’re a good team, Bess.”
Looking at his watch, he knew Ian wanted to go into the town to get more information.
“You still want to hit the pub?” he asked. “Or are you satisfied with how you solved this?”
Oh, he wasn’t done.
“We don’t know where Ceit’s body is. I don’t doubt she made that ceiling fall so we could find this. Now, we still have to find her.”
Yeah, he was afraid he was going to say that, and Gryphen knew he wouldn’t talk him out of it.
Before he could say as much, Ian wasn’t done.
“Plus, we also need to go shopping.”
He was confused.
“For?”
Ian picked up the box and was completely honest with the man.
“Another kilt. We’ll have our fucking kilt, and our wedding kilt. There should be more than one. It seems wrong to make it do double duty.”
It made him laugh.
How could it not?
“Oh, well, if Mr. Patterson is willing to sign a contract with me to officially be my slave…,” he teased.
Only, Ian wasn’t taking it as a joke.
“Draw it up. I’ll sign it,” he said, catching the man off guard. “It’ll be our second contract along with our marriage license, but be careful what you ask for, Gryph. You might have to deliver, my Lord.”
And with that, he headed toward the library to leave the treasure with the journal.
When Gryphen looked down, his dick was incredibly hard, and he couldn’t think about anything else.
Did Ian really want a contract between them that involved sexual servitude? Did he really crave that relationship that they’d explored last night with him being dominant as hell, and him being his to enjoy?
His sex slave?
Well, holy shit.
He really needed to think about this.
And make sure Ian wasn’t kidding.
Because this wasn’t something to joke about.
He wanted that life.
Desperately.
* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *
En Route
To Town
Friday Noon
Fortunately for them, the road back down to the town was plowed and passible. On top of that, the snow had stopped, clearing up for the day. It appeared to be an easy trek, and they were both grateful for that.
Only, one of them was silent, and the other was beginning to believe what he’d said to him had freaked him out.
Now, Ian was going to have to figure this out. The whole time they got changed and ready to leave, Gryphen had been silent.
He’d not tried to lure him to bed.
He hadn’t been flirting or hitting him with innuendos.
He was dead silent.
Now, Ian suspected he knew what it was going to be about. It appeared they were going to have to discuss the pink elephant in the room.
Their sexual exploration last night.
Ian hadn’t been joking about a contract. In fact, the mere idea heated his body and made him incredibly horny. He wanted to drop to his knees in their bedroom and worship the man’s magnificent cock.
But Gryphen was a thinker, and it was clear that was exactly what he was doing. Maybe he wasn’t into it as much as he’d been, or he’d changed his mind.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, as Gryphen navigated the road.
“Pardon?” he asked.
Ian was honest.
“You’re deep in thought, and have been since I told you to get that contract drawn up. What’s happening in your mind, Gryph?”
He glanced over.
“I was kidding.”
He stared at him.
“Were you? Because I’ve learned a lot through life, and one of the biggest lessons was that when people joked about something, there was truth behind it.”
“I can’t own a sex slave,” he said. “That’s all kinds of wrong.”
Only, he absolutely wanted that in the worst way. He wanted that kind of kink with Ian. The mere idea that Lord Carter could live on….
God.
He was a horrible human being but he wanted this man to be his property so they could live this feeling forever.
“First, you’re turned on just talking about this. I can see your erection. Secondly, you can go into a sexual relationship and have parameters that you want. No one calls it a contract, but if you said to me that you didn’t want anal, that’s your parameter. Your contract.”
“Okay, you have a point.”
Ian tried to rationalize it for Gryphen.
“Everything is about perception. If you and I have a relationship where you have certain expectations in bed, what’s wrong with agreeing to them upfront? I’d demand sex at least once a day. That would be part of my list of needs to be happy.”
Gryphen was letting him talk him down off the ledge, because he was about ready to make a contract up because this man got his dick wild.
“What would be on your list?” he asked.
Gryphen was honest.
“Head. I really like head. I was good before you opened up that door, but now that we have sex, I need head. I love a blowjob.”
Ian reached over, and rubbed him through his jeans.
Immediately, there was that low growl deep in his chest.
“You’re hard, Gryphen.”
God.
He was.
As he kept squeezing his erection, he knew the man had him wrapped around his little finger.
“What’s wrong with having a contract?” he whispered in his ear. “You want a sex slave, and I want to be that for you in bed.”
Gryphen shook.
“Ian, you’re making it difficult to think,” he said.
Oh, he was aware.
“Do you want that contract with me?” he asked, being the most daring he’d ever been in his life. Never had he wanted something so badly. Ian wanted to fight for this. In the midst of the sex last night, he knew he could never go back.
Gryphen brought it out in him.
“God, you know I do. You saw me last night. I have no control around you.”
“I have needs too, Gryphen,” he whispered. “And I need a man who meets them for me. That’s you.”
Gryphen swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at those words.
God help him, but he was going to go there.
“What do you want, Ian?” he asked.
Ian was blunt.
“I’ll sign an agreement to be solely yours in bed, to warm it, to be your sex partner, and to be your property in exchange for what I want.”
His dick was so hard, and he was struggling to concentrate on the road.
“What would that be, exactly?” he asked. Honestly, he’d give Ian anything, including his heart from his chest. That was how much he loved him.
He’d die for him.
Ian told him.
“I want a protector. I want you to keep me safe, and make me feel like I’m the most wanted man in the whole world. When we’re in bed, I want you to pull that pleasure from me, and push me to limits that would have otherwise scared me.”
“Ian,” he whispered, his mouth going dry at the possibility that they might both be on the same page.
If they were, he knew how lucky he was.
“Like today. You rescued me, and how you always protect me. I want to belong to a man like that. I want someone big, strong, and heroic who makes me feel like I’m the center of his world. So, my part of the contract is about you taking care of me in and out of bed. Not only do I want the pleasure of being worshiped by you in bed, but the guarantee of you watching over me. Maybe it’s antiquated, but that gets me off.”
He started chewing on his earlobe.
Gryphen moaned.
“Ian.”
He was being honest.
“My Lord, I can’t go back to what it was. You set it free in both of us, and I need that man. Be him for me, Gryphen. Let’s make that contract and see where it takes us. What’s the worst that happens? We rip it up? I don’t think we will because you are a wild beast in bed, and I loved every second of it. Make me your property.”
He tugged on his ear.
Gryphen was fighting to stay in control, and Ian was making it so difficult.
“Do you prefer the way it was?” Ian asked. “Be honest with me.”
He didn’t.
“No. What you saw last night is the man I feel like I am inside. I’ve just never been able to let him out. Everyone has been afraid of him.”
“I’m not afraid of him. I crave him. I can’t live without him. Why can’t we have this between us? So we have a contract that’s based in fulfilling our desires and needs. Again, what’s the worst that can happen? We fuck ourselves into exhaustion? We decide it’s too much? Maybe it’s the spice our marriage will need. I want nothing more than to be on my knees for you.”
His body reacted to his words.
He wanted that too.
God.
He wanted Ian kneeling between his spread legs and worshipping his cock, and Gryphen wanted to carry him to bed to enjoy his body for hours.
He wanted to tie him to their bed, and make the man scream his name.
Could he really be this lucky?
For the first time in his life, he found a man who wanted him to hover, and be the controlling asshole he knew he was. He wanted him for him.
“So it’s not a game? It’s our norm?” he asked.
Ian teased his neck, making the man’s body shake.
“Yes. Before you, I didn’t know this lived in me, Gryphen, and now I do. I need a man to give myself to. I don’t want to be independent. I want to be yours to command in bed.”
Fuck.
Gryphen’s heart was pounding in his chest.
He wanted this. That’s why he’d been quiet. He’d been trying to figure out a way to bring it up. Apparently, his brave man was too.
“And you’ll willingly give yourself to me when I need you?” Gryphen asked. “In and out of bed?”
Since Ian knew what he’d tattooed on his ass, this all fit that.
“No matter where or what. If you ask it of me, I’ll do it, because I know you’ll protect me. I’m broken, Gryphen. I’ll never be that man I was again, and I’m glad he’s gone. I prefer this one. I prefer being the man who needs to sleep beside you in your arms. I prefer being the man who you watch across the room, and I know that you’re thinking about tossing me over your shoulder and carrying me to bed to fuck me.”
His dick throbbed.
Gryphen was perpetually horny with Ian around, and he craved so much with him.
Ian kept being honest because they promised to always have that in their relationship.
“I think I was born in the wrong era,” Ian said. “I relate to Ceit because she needed the protection of her knight. You’re that to me, Gryph. So, make the contract. I’ll sign it, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it. I’m serious. That’s the kind of relationship I want.”
His mind was made up.
Gryphen couldn’t live without this, and now that he saw Ian couldn’t either, he’d take care of this man. He’d make sure he had everything he needed in life.
He’d protect his mate.
“When we get back, later, after we have the adventure that I have planned for us, I’ll need some time. I’ll sit down and write out my part of the contract. Once you sign it, Ian, it’s done. The only way out of it is when death does us part. I’ll take it as seriously as when I raised my hand and swore to protect our country and the Constitution. I don’t make a vow or promise lightly, and I will promise to be your protector.”
Oh, he believed that.
Gryphen wasn’t done.
“It’s an oath to me. If you take it, there is no getting out of it, so think about what you’re agreeing to. You’ll be mine, and at my every sexual whim. I’ll test you to push you out of your comfort zone.”
“I understand that. How can I prove to you that I want to give myself to you like that? What will it take?”
He glanced over.
“Blow me. Take me out of my pants, Mr. Patterson, and make me cum. I want to feel your saliva on my balls and running down my ass.”
His body reacted.
“Yes, my Lord,” he whispered, and then did exactly what had been asked of him.
With gentle fingers, he unzipped him, and took him from his pants as Gryphen drove.
There was already a drop of precum on the tip of his monstrous cock.
“That’s what you do to my body,” he said. “That’s what I am because of you, Ian. No one has ever brought this out in me. I always held back so no one saw this part of me because only you deserve this part of my soul.”
That made Ian warm.
“I want this part of you,” he said, rubbing the precum all over his dick before he took him down his throat. “I want all of this.”
“Then, it’s yours. You’re not to touch your dick. You’ll stay hard until after we sign our contract. Then, tonight, we’ll go to bed and consummate our agreement. Do you agree?” he asked.
He nodded and the whole time, his body felt alive with such need. Gryphen was giving him what he wanted. He couldn’t believe it.
This made him so happy.
“Then, show me.”
Ian did.
He took his big cock down his throat, struggling to lubricate it enough to swallow all of him. As he did, Gryphen somehow managed to keep them on the road.
“God. Just like that,” he said, as his man lubricated his dick. “Come on, Mr. Patterson. Show me how bad you want to be mine.”
Ian did his best, and he worked him in and out of his mouth.
As Gryphen drove, he made the man insane.
“FUCK! Your mouth!”
Ian gave him everything he had. He blew him like his freaking life depended on it.
Because it did.
All he wanted in life was to be this man’s. His whole universe revolved around him. Gryphen saved him and remade him.
The old Ian Patterson died when Will hurt him, and from the ashes, this new Ian had been created.
For Gryphen.
The Gryphen and the Phoenix.
That was them.
When he felt Gryphen’s hand in the back of his hair, sliding him down his erection, to swallow all of him, he opened his throat and let it happen.
God.
He was so happy.
“We’re almost to the town,” he said, his teeth clenched as he fought the need to cum. “I’m going to park. Then, I want you to make me cum down your throat. I want you to swallow all of my cum, and then, tuck me away until I need you to service me later.”
He set Ian’s head free, and he started working him hard, so that they timed it right.
As Gryphen drove into the parking lot, he found a spot, and they were surrounded by cars.
“People can see you, Mr. Patterson. They know the truth. You’re my sex slave. God, the things I’m going to do with my new property.”
And that was all it took. He tugged on Gryphen’s balls, and that shoved him over the edge.
He.
Came.
Hard.
Oh, and he came buckets full of cum too. So much so, that Ian choked on the sheer volume of it. Well, big men didn’t cum little amounts.
That was for sure.
Gryphen enjoyed the orgasm, as he could feel Ian licking his dick, and making sure no cum escaped.
Jesus.
He was so lucky.
Glancing down, his man was tucking him back into his pants, and didn’t care that they were in a public place.
When he lifted his chin, Ian licked his lips.
“After my planned adventure, I’ll need a bit of time, again, to make up our contract. I suggest you make up your own list of things you need from this relationship. Then, we’ll combine them, sign them, and bind us together forever.”
“Yes, my Lord,” he said, as his mouth was pulled toward Gryphen’s, and he kissed him with the desperation of a man who hadn’t just cum.
In fact, he pulled him into his lap, trapping him between the wheel and his body.
And he pillaged.
He tormented Ian through his pants, roughly massaging his dick to tease and make him hard.
His body was alive, and it was only because of this man. As he jerked him off through his pants, he had no intention of letting him get off.
Someone was staying horny.
All.
Day.
When he broke the kiss, he was breathless.
“Please, my Lord,” he whispered. “I’m so hard,” he begged.
Oh, Gryphen knew.
In fact, he was the hardest he’d ever felt him, and he believed he knew why.
They were being honest with each other.
Their sexual needs weren’t being hidden away for a change.
Only, he needed Ian to think about this. He’d been serious. If they did this, it would be forever. Despite what he said about ripping it up, he wouldn’t allow it.
Gryphen would never want to go back.
He couldn’t.
Instead of answering him, he kissed him again, and had a death grip on his dick.
Ian couldn’t breathe.
This man made him feel like he was the center of the whole world.
As he was in his lap, Ian’s balls ached, his dick hurt, and he needed him.
When he broke the kiss again, again, he begged. A part of him prayed he made him abstain, so later, he, too, would be wild and out of control.
“Please.”
Gryphen stared into his eyes.
“Please what, Mr. Patterson?”
Ian’s lower lip was quivering.
“Please let me cum for you, my Lord. Please let me give you my cum.”
Gryphen wanted that, but he needed to be tough. He needed Ian to understand that he wasn’t kidding when it came to having demands from his body.
If he demanded protection, Gryphen demanded pleasure—for both of them.
“No, Mr. Patterson. I want you hard all day. I think its about time we shopped. You need to really think about what you’re asking from me. If you want me to let that man out forever and permanently, you’re going to have to make sacrifices. Like now. You’ll only cum when I let you.”
God.
That only made him want this man even more.
Touching his cheek, he stared into his eyes.
“Yes, my Lord. I’ll wait until you allow me to cum for you later.”
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
Gryphen was so hard still. This man knew how to make him absolutely insane.
“When you call me that, it makes me want to lose control.”
Ian was honest.
“I like calling you that. I told you. I was born in the wrong time. I would have rather been born when Ceit was, because I understand that part of her world.”
“Even though she lost him?”
He knew the truth.
“They weren’t soulmates. We would have been, Gryph. I can feel it to my bones. I understand what I’m entering into. I’ll make my contract later.”
That worked for him.
“Let’s go shopping and then to a pub to listen to ghost stories. What could possibly go wrong?” Gryphen asked.
Honestly, Ian didn’t want to go to the pub.
He wanted to go to bed.
It was going to be a long, difficult day. There was no way Gryphen wasn’t going to test him.
But he’d pass.
He belonged to Gryphen.
Mind.
Body.
And soul.