Ryley bulged his eyes in shock when he heard it. He immediately pulled the man's collar to help himself stand on his own two feet and pushed him away.
It sounded like Zach!
"Don't try to provoke him. I'm dead serious!" He warned, fixing the leather jacket that the man gave him and brushing his slightly messy hair.
The blond didn't forget to pat his cheeks to get rid of the warmth that secretly boosted his mood. He almost tripped on his own feet when his mind drifted back to their kiss earlier.
Ryley then heaved a deep sigh and walked towards the source, but his hand was snatched once again.
"Can you just stop pulling my hand like that? You'll bruise my skin later!" He hissed in a low voice.
"Just a reminder, Mr. Ryley." Clyde ignored him and pulled his slender waist closer. "Don't force me to use violence on that bastard."
He didn't say anything else and suddenly kissed the base of the blond's neck, his eyes sharply glanced at the fading bite marks near Ryley's scent gland.