Mark Grayson Hot Novels & Stories

“Isn’t there like a safety switch or something? I’ll keep it on until it’s needed.” Grayson hesitates a moment before engaging the trigger safety. He steps closer to show it to me. “Just tab this switch here if you need to fire it. Think you can do that?” I meet his gaze and try to ignore how my heart leaps with him standing so close to me. The wing of a hawk tattoo peeks out from the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve, adorning those ripped biceps. I swallow in a dry throat. “Yeah...if I can fix a CB radio, I think I can manage to pull a trigger.”

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

said Grayson. “Sometimes that’s just what people need. An escape. Did you ever have a threesome with that arsonist and yoga instructor?” asked Amber. She took another sip of her sparkling cider. Leo chuckled. “I can answer that. G-Man has never had a threesome. He’s rather vanilla.” Grayson huffed, “I don’t fucking tell you everything Leo. And it’s none of your fucking business.” “That’s a no then. Would you ever have a threesome Grayson?” pressed Amber, “two girls perhaps? Do those girls on screen turn you on?”

But he just shaded her about being his fling. Everyone that knew Grayson wasn't oblivious of the fact that he didn't fuck girls twice. He wouldn't even be found near those ladies that perched around him, the last time. And Tiffany Marks was known to be the only lady that stayed. This thought irritated Yara. She felt a bit envious of Tiffany. Not that she wanted to have anything to do with Grayson, she felt insecure that the curvaceous well known celebrity was the only woman that lasted quite long in his life.

Miles’s fingers slid inside me—two at once—curling slow. “Missed you,” Mark said. “House feels empty. You sure you’re good?” Jace bit down lightly. I whimpered—covered it with a cough. “Yeah… really good. Just… relaxing.” Miles added a third finger—stretching me again. His thumb pressed my clit in firm circles. Jace’s tongue flicked rapidly over the nipple he held captive. Mark chuckled. “You sound happy. Good. I’m gonna shower, unpack. Be home in a bit—maybe we can order in tonight? Catch up?”

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

I interrupted him directly, "No! I won't go back with you. This is my home. Also, I already have a mate. Stop bothering me." James abruptly looked at me, his pupils widening in shock. "What did you say?" Ryan strode over and took my hand calmly. The scent of his mark on me emanated undisguisedly. "Alpha, today is a big day in which Emma and I become mates. I won't hold your nonsense against you, but please leave our house immediately." James was stunned for a moment before answering, "This joke isn't funny at all." "I'm not joking, Alpha James. Ryan has marked me. We're mates now."

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.