Grayson Hawthorne X Reader Novels & Stories

Grayson groaned, nearing his climax. He moved faster, his mouth on her breast, biting her nipples as he unleashed a year's worth of cum. It was a massive amount; it took a long time to finish. "Ohh, fuck! Shit! So good!" Grayson trembled, releasing a huge amount of semen onto her panties. It was an enormous amount. He collapsed on top of her, breathless, finally released. "Thank you, doll. Fuck, that was so fucking delicious." He kissed her sweaty neck, his penis already stirring again, happy and content.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

While my other hand continued to scroll through the news. But no matter how many times I scrolled through the screen, Grayson's name kept appearing. Various articles ranged from those discussing his game, the injury he had just suffered, to articles about... a woman who was suspected of being his fated mate. I was too curious, so I clicked on one of the articles that contained a video. In the video, Grayson was seen holding the hand of a woman who looked as beautiful and sexy as a model. The article stated that Grayson had finally reunited with his childhood friend, an Alpha werewolf and former social media intern at Frost Maple named Kelly Harper Swan. At the end of the article, there was a

Grayson pushes us into the bushes, hiding us, and he starts thrusting again, his hand covering my mouth. "Gray?" Zade’s voice gets closer, and I panic. Grayson thrusts harder, his teeth grazing my ear. "You. Are. Mine. Come for me, Angel. Mark me as yours. Cum all over my fucking cock and claim me." His movements become erratic, and I can’t hold back any longer, my body trembling as the release hits. "Gray!" Zade’s voice is even louder now. Grayson groans, pulling back. His forehead rests against mine as we both catch our breath.

"One cock just wasn't enough for you, was it?" I whimpered at his words and heard Jaxon let loose a groan. I looked down and saw that Greyson's hand had snaked around my ass and had begun to rub Jaxon through his pants. I whimpered, my stomach clenching with arousal as I grew wetter from the sight. My mind was reeling and I was still a bit shocked that this was actually happening. I'd never thought Greyson could accept this. "You enjoyed seeing Jaxon's mouth on me, didn't you?" Greyson continued as he ran his tongue across my throat, running it over where he'd marked me.

"Ah...it hurts...ahh..." Gray could only squeeze his shoulders, chest and auburn hair bouncing to the beat of his push. Then he lifted his hips high and pressed inside her as hard as he could. He pushed himself inside of her a few more times, then fell on the bed feeling guilty and spending it all. Gray Danvers took him in his arms and kissed him lightly on his sweaty face. One last day until Agasa returns... ___

Grayson. Of course it was him and his creepy stalking. I clenched my fist angrily. This is fucking manipulation. Definitely him trying to soften me up, trying to make me think he actually cared, trying to get under my skin and maybe break my walls just so he can hurt me again like he always did. But I was no fool. I might have been once, but never again. No matter how much he pretended, I knew him. Grayson Holt doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it.

Grayson took the phone out with a mischievous smile as he ruffled her hair and gave her back her phone. Yara slapped his hand away before he withdrew it. "Don't make a mess of my hair." Smiling smugly, Grayson leaned closer to her with his hand reaching for a stray hair and tucking it behind her ear. "Do you rather that I do this?" He asked, his breathe hot on her neck. Yara couldn't breathe or move for the next ten seconds. Even after Grayson got down from the car and slammed the door shut. ●●●●●●●●●

GRAYSON’S POV I adjusted my hold, easing him down onto the bed while keeping his head against my chest. His breathing shook, catching every few seconds like a tremor starting beneath the surface. “Ashen?” I murmured, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “Can you hear me?” His lips moved faintly. “Grayson… it’s loud.” “What is?” “Everything.” The bond pulsed once— a jolt like lightning striking far too close. I sucked in a breath. “Hamish wasn’t exaggerating.”

He did not hold back this time and growled several times… Brianna blushed. Emma was not holding back on her writing, as Bran predicted. Bree was not a prude, but she’d rather not imagine her parents having sex. The growl reminded her of the low rumble in Grayson’s chest whenever he was applying restraint or expressing his pleasure. It made her skin tingle every time he made this noise. Just thinking about Grayson made her feel revived. …and though I was surprised at this guttural sound escaping from a handsome naked man, it did not scare me one bit, instead, it turned me on.