Grayson Hawthorne X Reader Novels & Stories

Grayson is literally sucking the life out of me. He isn't rushing like Flynn used to do,he is taking his time. He knows what he is doing,he knows the right places to be. His tongue gently swirls around my tight hole and I grab onto his head for support. "Oh god, please...yes..oh" I moan. "Hmmm..you taste amazing"he groans against my clit sending a vibration through me. He gently sucks on my clit and I throw my head back in ecstasy. This is so good,I don't know if I can last that long.

I need a small run before I go to bed or I won't be able to sleep. THE END I hope you all enjoyed the story and will return to this series for Finley's. I will wait to write it for when I have more time in my life for updates. Thank you everyone for your patience and for those who stuck around through the hard chapters. I like to make my readers feel. It tells me I am doing a good job or connecting you to my characters. I love you, Awesome Readers. COMING SOON: THE GRAY RANCH

it both frustrates and relieves me. I swallow thickly. My tongue darts out and runs along my bottom lip—* His groan cuts through the silence like a snapped thread. I freeze. So does he. But his hand? It moves lower. I gasp. His fingers slide under the waistband of my skirt, rough and warm, dragging against my bare skin like he’s branding me. “Raelynn?!” I push Grayson away from me as Yara’s voice rings in the air. she rings the doorbell over and over again her tone frustrated.

Grayson said, his gaze intense with lustful desires. Grayson took off his clothes and joined Alicia on the bed, his hands moving quickly to undo hers. He caressed her body with a sense of urgency as he took her breast in his mouth. “Al…pha,” Alicia moaned, closing her eyes and giving in to the pleasure, a pleasure she had long waited to have. Grayson slid into her, surrendering to his body's desires as he buried himself deep within her, thrusting hard, unleashing the tensions that had built up in him for the past few days with every thrust.

Rhys I paced back and forth in my Den. I wasn't comfortable. Heck, I hadn't been in days. The seer did more bad than good to me. My wolf was restless, angry, and so damn loud in my head. I could feel his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface, demanding that I make things right with Dawn. But how? I didn’t know where to start, and every time I thought about what was happening, it was like my entire world was spinning out of control.

I hissed and placed the phone back under my pillow. I wasn't ready to talk to anyone right now. I was slowly rubbing my palm on my eyes for clear vision when I heard footsteps approaching the room. Quickly, I covered my body with a duvet and pretended to fast asleep. Thank goodness I had my bath and changed my clothes before sleeping after the passionate sex with Alexander. “Hi honey, I'm home,” I heard Ethan's voice ring into my ear from the doorway before he pushed the door open. I heard his heavy footsteps as he stepped into the room, his perfume invading my nostrils.

I had planned to avoid him like the plague—we were always ready to exchange ugly words—but I didn’t expect trouble to answer the door shirtless. When Layla’s front door swung open, the trouble started when he opened the door shirtless. I froze on the porch, gripping my bag like it could save me. There he stood—Jaxon Grayson—leaning against the doorframe like he owned the city. Sunlight spilled over his bare chest, catching the silver chain on his collarbone. His hair was messy and damp, like he’d just stepped out of the shower. His storm-grey eyes dragged slowly down my body it was Slow, assessing, dangerous, before resting on my face with that stupid half-smirk.

**** KATARINA The door to the bathroom opened, and steam spilled into the room before Greyson stepped out, a towel slung low around his hips with water still clinging to his skin from his recent shower. I sat on the bed with the sheets clutched tight to my chest, even as I wished it were my husband’s chest I clung to. But he didn't hold my gaze and marched to his closet.

He groaned lowly at the back of his throat when I ran the pad of my thumb over his nipples. "Keera. . ." He pressed me against the door, grinding his hip into mine, the length of his cock rubbing deliciously against me. I moaned, my head falling back against the door as I met his rhythm. We dry humped against the door like two werewolves in heat, pleasure mounting until it formed into a sheen of sweat against our skin. Grayson pulled his lips away from mine as I came, grazing my neck with his teeth. I rocked faster against him, whispering dirty words in his ear. I felt a sense of loss when he pushed away from me, my legs sliding down his body and coming to rest on the ground.

Grayson wanted all of this, me, our child that's an unexplained miracle and his people. Grayson's warm palm slides up and down my arm, maybe in hopes of soothing my erratic heart beat. I'm afraid, terrified of what he will do if he knows what's going through my mind. I twist turning in his arm giving myself the luxury of having the man everyone wanted to myself. My eyes closed when he presses a kiss against my temple, stretching myself out for him to take as he pleased. All I feel is the invasion of teeth into my flesh at the side of my throat. My body heats up, feet wrapping around his waist, keeping him there. My body jerks when Grayson releases me, eyes burning crimson as the first time h