Dirty Fanfiction Grayson Novels & Stories

FALLON I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep whatever this is going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And I do want to keep it going- the man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, and again.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

The fragments sliced across my face, and warm blood ran down my skin. A flicker of concern flashed in Vivian's eyes before she masked it. "I thought that after all these years, you'd at least learned how to be a decent partner. But now, it seems you've been rotten to the core all along." She crouched and closed her hand around my throat. "You said that you wanted to stand by my side forever, but look at yourself. How could someone like you ever be worthy of being the Grayson family's son-in-law?

My whole body reacted in a way it never had before. Jezz... I bit my lip remembering, Mr. Grey is really naughty. I could already feel myself getting wet again. No, seriously... I won’t touch myself. “Hey, horny bitch, can you just focus?” I said to myself. Later in the day, I heard the sound of a car outside. Mr.Grey had returned. He walked in, and behind him was a young man. He looked calm and confident. He had studs in both ears, and wore jeans with a fitted shirt, and had a strong build. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

Heat rushes through me. I don’t move. I don’t cover myself. I should. ‘But I don’t want to.’ Grayson’s jaw tightens. Then he looks back at the road like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just make my entire bloodstream catch fire. I finally pull my hand away. “I said,” I mutter, “it’s none of your damn business.” He hums. A non-answer. His fingers twitch as he places his now free hand on the staring wheel. But I wonder if he misses my hand…the way I miss his.

as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly. And as I stepped back, the painting stared back at me—Grayson's eyes, unflinching, unrepentant, and devastatingly cold. *** Two days later, my phone was blowing up—nonstop calls and texts from Grayson. Well, I'd ghosted him. That's exactly what he deserved for lying like a piece of shit. I wasn't going to reply, in this life or the next, and I certainly wasn't going to sweat his threats. Speaking of which—he actually had the nerve to threaten me. With what? Killing my ex.

Gray used to never be such an asshole to his sister, but after their mom died, he pretty much said fuck her and moved on with his life. He's going to feel like such a real piece of shit when he finds out the real reason Alyssa didn't come around. And honestly, I'm looking forward to it. "Why do you fuckers look so tired? Stayed all night at the strip club or something?" Gray teases, a grin evident in his voice. "Uh, I don't think Mace has ever been to one. That would require him to look up from his books," I chuckle, glancing over at Mason's perpetually serious face.

“I’ll leave you boys to it. Gotta head to the squad complex to help Serena whip these high school kids into fighting shape.” “Damn right you do,” Gray growls, leaning over to deliver a swat to Fallon’s ass as she steps around the desk. “Give ‘em hell, babe.” Fallon pauses as she skirts past me on her way out, grabbing onto my forearm and giving it a little squeeze. “You’ve got this,” she whispers, giving me a subtle nod of encouragement before continuing to the door. Gray’s eyes are glued to his mate’s ass until she exits, and only then do they swing back up to meet mine. He leans back in his chair, gesturing to another across the desk. “Wanna sit?”

Gabriel: Fuck. I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...

she chuckled, “but you don’t owe me any explanations Grayson. Its none of my business really “ Amber was dying to know Grayson’s sex count, but she hoped she came off as uninterested. Leo had slept with eleven girls before his three-year relationship with Eloise Calloway. Amber had been the first and only after, and he’d joked she was his lucky thirteen. She began to gather up the papers strewn across the end table. Grayson shifted on the couch beside her. “Six. But only two were socialites.” “Shut the fuck up! The Godwin of this city has only fucked six women?” Grayson laughed at her disbelief. “Yes, believe it or not, I’m rather selective where I put my dick. Courtney was the first back wh