Greys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A scream tears from my mouth as my whole body shakes and trembles, powerful waves of pleasure crashing over me like a hurricane. It’s so intense that I’m dizzy when the sensation finally tapers, and I’m still trying to catch my breath when Gray rocks back, standing to unzip his jeans. He frees his erection, and my eyes go straight to his rock-hard cock as he shucks his jeans and steps out of them. Damn. I forgot how impressive his dick is. I hope it fits. Gray stands over me again like an apex predator, fisting his length. “Bad girl. You didn’t wait for permission,” he growls.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

I waited, hoping for a reply and I just got a text back. “You don't have to stay away from Gray. I need you to get close to him. He has a terrible background history and he needs me to most now, but I traveled out for studies, so, I need you to be always available for him but remember that I am watching you, in case you try to find your way to his pants. Mind you, Gray should never know that I texted you, or I will release your sex tape. Bye, Gray boyfriend” Why should I do such tasks, why won't he just come back and take care of his boyfriend himself, instead of assigning me to a task with a threat?

“So what happens now?” Grayson turned to face her fully, his voice steady. “I’m not marrying anyone else, Lena. I don’t care what he says. I just... I need time to figure out how to stop this without turning it into a war.” Lena chewed on her lip, her chest aching. She wanted to believe him, and part of her did. But old fears crept in, memories of being left behind resurfacing like ghosts she couldn’t shake. “Grayson,” she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. “What if he doesn’t back down? What if he forces you?”

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

Grey standing over one of the female accountants, a few tables away from me. "W-what?" The girl stutters in confusion. "I don't know if you're aware, but this is my company. And you have the guts to talk trash about my wife. How dare you? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many seconds it would take me to totally destroy your life? One second!" Mr. Grey says, snapping his fingers, and for a second I start to feel bad for the lady. "But, she seduced you. She's nothing but a—"

Grey said his voice faltering, "I hated it! I hated the idea of you happy bring happy with him again but when I came to pick you up, it was also the same day that I got the news that I can't be cured anymore. That my life already is nearing to an end, and no matter how selfish I was, I didn't have the courage to see you plunge into misery with me," Grey stopped walking, they were now in the quadrangle, the night sky entering their line of sight, and the sound of the crickets getting louder and louder, accompanied by the cold breeze of the night.

One that would have me shuddering, thighs trembling. But before that can happen, Grey withdraws his fingers. “So you wanted a fuckboy?" My eyes snap open as I try to catch my breath. “Well, are you?” He smirks. The first time I’ve seen a fucking crack in his expression. “At this point, I’m whatever you want me to be.” “Then fucking do your job.” Grey’s smirk widens to show his dimples as he immediately jacks my legs on his shoulders. Then he buries his face between my thighs.

“Even when I didn’t understand you. Even when you shut me out.” Grey’s grip tightened. “I know.” “You don’t get to let go now,” she whispered. “I won’t.” Above them, footsteps echoed. A shadow leaned out through the hatch. Tessy watched them with detached fascination, her coat snapping violently in the wind. “You always did have a flair for drama, Grey. Even as a child.” Grey looked up, rain stinging his eyes. “You don’t get to claim me.” Tessy smiled thinly. “Blood claims itself.”

In fact, I had a feeling that if it were not for the Alpha by my side then this man would have been approaching me. “Freya! Are you tired of listening to me talk or something because we could just head back to the festival.” Greyson said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. I brought my attention back to him. “Goddess, no, not at all. I enjoy listening to you talk. Love it in fact. It’s just that I’ve had this weird feeling of eyes on my frame and now there’s a man at the end of the field, staring intently at me and it’s just creepy.”