Novel & Cerita Grayson Hawthorne X Reader

James Grayson III was awfully much awake, smirking at her, and very much letting his eyes drift over every single inch of her. "You filthy —!" "And a decent morning to you too, sweetheart! Fancy a morning sex?" Her hand shot out and pulled the silky blanket, grabbing it off the bed against her body as she backed away, glaring at him at the same time "Are you out of your mind?!" "Nope, my sweet…"James Grayson just cracked up, sitting up and then tilting back against the headboard with his hands intertwined behind his head. His glamorous, perfect, muscles flexed, his abs rippling as he smirked that alluring, arrogant smile at her. Grace's eyes lowered, and when she saw the flimsy coveringet te

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

Even my pleading eyes don't get much of a response. I'm not sure how much of his gentle grazing of fingertips I can handle. Yet still, with such delicate, calculated movements, he is giving me more pleasure than any other has given me, without even- Very suddenly, without a warning, Grayson swiftly sinks a single finger inside me. The feeling is so exquisite, I can't help the breathy moan that comes from my mouth, as I accept the spell he has caught me under. "That's it," Grayson murmured, his voice distant as he concentrated on my hips that ground down on his hand.

Unable to take anymore, I screamed out Grayson's name, his growl echoed throughout the room in response and he ripped the remaining shreds of clothes from his body. He positioned himself above me, ready to finishing claiming me as his own. A slight sense of anxiety washed over me as I anticipated the pain that would come with accommodating his large member. Grayson sent soothing waves to me through our bond and attempted to distract me by turning his attention back to my breasts. He slowly slid into me and moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate him. I gasped at the sharp pain but felt Grayson's soothing hands caress my face as he continued to enter me slowly. "So... tight", he groaned a

I saw the wolfish grin creeping across Lucas’s face as we broke apart. “Look at what you do to me,” he rasped, guiding my hand to the bulge in his jeans. “Now I'm going to need to go for a run in the snow to cool off.” Grayson took his place, leaning down to press his lips to mine. His expert tongue never failed to take my breath away, teasing me with what it was capable of. My clit throbbed with the memories. “Who's next,” Alex called out. I pulled away because I was getting heated and flushed. Grayson winked, and like Lucas, he was readjusting his cock in his jeans.

She just had to wait for the right time. Grayson, still reveling in the afterglow, grinned at her. "You’re mine, Sarah," he whispers, running a hand down her wet back. Sarah smiled weakly, her mind already calculating his next steps. She was stunned when she saw Grayson’s arousal once more. He seemed relentless, almost inhuman. She wondered what kind of drugs he was on. He approached her again, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. His phallus entered her, filling and stretching her completely.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down my neck just as Grayson got into bed with us, completely naked. He took to my left side while Luxuria was by my right, his lips working lower until they reached my tits. "Aaahhh" I moaned breathlessly. My tits had been craving attention for a while now and Luxuria was finally going to give that attention to them. Grayson took hold of my hand and directed it to his hard, fat cock. I immediately wrapped my hand around his cock, a dirty moan escaping my lips at the same time, as Luxuria's tongue teased my nipple but the dirty moan didn't last long with Grayson's tongue finding its way into my mouth.

Grayson didn't even flinch when the folder landed. Just snuffed his cigarette out and leaned forward, pale fingers flipping through page after page of his enemy's sins. "This is everything?" "It's enough." He smirked, slow and cold. "You never give everything, Valentine. But this is also enough." I didn't bother to deny it. Grayson already knew me too well. We weren't friends. We weren't brothers. We were two wolves pacing the same circle, waiting for the moment our teeth might meet. But right now?

I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling.