Grayson Hawthorne X Reader Novels & Stories

It was just enough to keep him alive and nowhere near enough to allow him to feel like a vampire again. ~ The sun isn't shining too bright today. A few white fluffy clouds float through the sky. The weather is warm, and the breeze is gentle, but every now and then, there's a gust that brings with it a certain smell that tells Grayson a storm is on its way. Grayson sits under the large shade tree. His back leans against the tree as he turns the page and begins reading a new chapter. The stand was amazing, and Grayson swears that by the end of the year, he will have owned every Stephen King book in paperback after reading the talisman. The book is so addicting to him. It's drawing him in and h

The hand at my waist pulled me closer. My chest pressed harder against his. I could feel everything … the warmth radiating through his shirt, the steady strength of him, the particular solidity of a man who had always been certain about everything except this. For one suspended moment, he let me lead. Then Grayson Hawthorne decided he was finished pretending restraint still belonged to him. His hand slid firmly to my waist, drawing me flush against him … fully, completely, every inch of me against every inch of him. The other rose to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he tilted my face exactly where he wanted it.

Grayson huskily laughed out before leaving back, he put both of his hands on my hips and without warning, he slams into me forcefully, in a single thrust, until his entire monstrous erection was inside of me. I didn't have time to speak as he began moving ferociously in and out of me, we were both impatient and wanted more of each other than ever before, he was so hard, and throbbing inside of me that I knew he was close already. For the past week this is all that I could think about, just being with Grayson felt like the biggest dream of all, work made me happy, and I was living my dream as an A list actor, but nothing beat being married to Grayson Knight.

Grayson says, and I laugh a little. "Yes, I am ready to see Raine. I have not got to see or talk to her since we got back here." I tell him as I finish getting my shoes on. When I look up, I see him looking at me and the want in his eyes. His green eyes are like a forest I could get lost in. His dirty blond hair fits his face, and his jawline is sharp and defined. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. I clear my throat and look away know we need to go. He walks closer to me, taking me into his arms in a hug. He kisses the top of my head.

Gray grabs my hair and thrust into my mouth. He throws his head back and moans. Gray pulls me up and lift me off the ground with my legs around his waist. He press my back against the wall and lean to kiss down my neck. I'm pretty sure there are countless hickeys around my neck. I shudder when he thrusts inside of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan countless profanities. . ••••••

Enough to satisfy him for now. But as I spread my thighs and angled the camera, I knew it was a lie. The thrill of his threat mixed with Aunt Dolores’s warning created a storm I could not escape. My scar glowed brighter beneath the habit, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Why did this scar always glow whenever I wanted to satisfy Jax? Why? I hit record, voice already breaking on a soft moan as my fingers found my slick folds. “Please…” I whispered toward the lens, knowing Jax would watch every second.

But now, all he yearned for was to whisk Ava and Noah away to a place of seclusion and safety. This overwhelming urge made him feel feeble and impotent, like a whining and ineffective creature. He couldn't help but suspect that Harrison, his adversary, was well aware of his vulnerability. Seeking solace, Grayson welcomed Blake's return and relied on his brotherly wisdom as both a supportive figure and the Alpha.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

He give me quick glanced and avert his gaze immediately, "I see you came to my room with that tiny fabric. Have you thought about what I said earlier." "Yes. I keep that in mind." Grayson place down the book he's reading and stare at me with affection, which is new for me. My eyes landed on the brandy place beside his bed and understand why, he had a drink and probably his way to loosen up a bit. Without hesitation, I remove my robe and exposed myself to him. My naked body. I even saw his adams apple move as he scanned my naked body, and then I swallowed. He's not averting his gaze to me like Grayson doesn't wanted to lose me.

Gray was comfortably seated on one of the couches in the living room, with a book in hand, and without sparing them a glance, said nothing more. “Melanie’s got you reading now?” Caelum asked, initiating conversation. “Says it’s her favorite book yet,” Gray replied. “How many more of this must I read?” “A lot more,” Astraea answered. “She makes me read them too.” “This is taking forever,” Gray said, closed the book, and stood. He looked them over with an amused expression, Astraea noticing the glint of joy in his eyes. He turned to walk away. “See you around,” he said, waving a hand without looking back.