Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

This time Zeus' attention was on Sandra, waiting for her approval, she wanted to have that ten-minute conversation with Grayson and she shook her head maybe, she just realized her actions that she was being too dramatic and unreasonable. "No, I think we should have the ten minutes talk," she said finally "My name is Grayson, I am twenty-two, the gamma of Forest pack, nice to meet you Sandra, I wish you a safe drive home," he said pain flashing his eyes. "I said I am giving you ten minutes but if you don't want it, I wouldn't..." "I want it..." He said suddenly interrupting her, it was at that point that we realized that Grayson's hand had been outstretched to her all this time and Sandra for

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.

Grayson gritted his teeth as he reached back and grabbed a clean washcloth hanging on the outside of the door. Washing his body was never so hard. Each minute that passed, he felt his strength draining further. He leaned his head back and let the warm water rinse the shampoo out of his hair. The water felt good, beating down against his body and soothing his aching muscles. He turned and braced his left arm and forehead against the wall as he extended the claw on his right index finger. Grayson took a deep breath in and held it. He looked down at his stomach and pressed his claw inside the wound. Grayson clenches his teeth and grunts as he digs deeper. He feels his claw scrape against the me

” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door. “Hey, calm down. This is not what you think, okay? It is not all about what you said and certainly not only about pain.” He muttered. A tall frame suddenly appears by the entrance door behind him, Grayson slowly walks in and goes to stand behind Logan's back. I can see my friend lean into the touch of Grayson's hand on his shoulder. “There is definitely a part about pain.” Grayson said in a serious deep voice. “There is a bit of that, and I don't even use whips. Besides, it is a whole lifestyle, it is only only about sex.”

“You enjoy danger.” A faint smile touched his lips. “I’m already exiled. How much worse can it get?” I almost smiled back. “Where is he?” I asked. “Deep in the Ashen Woods. Beyond the broken cliffs. He moves often, but rogues always know where to find him.” The dark, wild and unpredictable Ashen Woods. “Does he truly help?” I asked quietly. Grayson’s expression changed. “I saw his help, once,” he said. “A warrior who had killed his own brother by accident. The guilt was eating him alive. Maverick didn’t erase it. He made him face it. When that warrior left… he could breathe again.”

Grayson stood at the front, surrounded by supporters, his charismatic smile disarming everyone around him. “Alex Carter! What a surprise!” Grayson called out, his voice warm but with an underlying edge. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’d like to talk to you, Mr. Grayson,” Alex replied, keeping his tone steady. “Can we speak privately?” Grayson’s smile faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it. “Of course! Let’s step into my office.” He led Alex through the bustling room, past campaign posters and smiling faces, into a small back office adorned with memorabilia from his long career.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”