Mark Grayson Hot Novels & Stories

She says. “Wait, wait, wait. Tyson Drake is your mate?” I ask, suddenly insecure. “Yes, he is,” Mark answers. I stare mouth wide open. Tyson Drake, even a straight man can admit, is hot a hell. This is not going to be good.

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.”

Malisha glares at him, and he says, “Can you blame me? Just say something new.” Malisha growls lowly, and says, “Grayson, leave me alone before anyone sees the way you are infiltrating my personal space.” Grayson smirks. “But I want them to see.” Malisha frowns. “Have you forgotten what we spoke about the last time we were together?” “I seem to have short term memory, Malisha. Forgive me,” he says in a mock voice that gets on her nerves. He traces neck which makes her shiver. He looks at her neck with desire. He could not wait to mark her yet, and seeing her neck always seemed to remind him of what he is yet to do.

Grayson ground his pelvis on her hip, showing how much she affected him. “Slow down, tiger. Everything can be solved by using words. You don’t have to go caveman on me.” “But that is how wolves do it.” Grayson nipped her neck, making her moan. “We mark our mates to ensure everyone knows we’ve chosen to be together.” Brianna pulled his shirt apart, popping the pearl snap buttons to reveal his body. “Should I mark you too?” Brianna asked as her clawed hands roamed his chest. “Yes,” Grayson groaned as her fingers continued to his back. She pulled him closer until he felt her breasts touch his chest. “Yes, please Brianna. Mark me.”

those grey eyes, holding me prisoner. Fuck, why did I get so carried away and let him do as he pleases? Look down at my chest, he's left marks on me, and on my shoulder and neck he left bite marks. Fucking asshole, doesn't he know I have to start filming in two days? How the hell am I going to hide this from the makeup team? I hear the shower turn off, and the door open, then I see him. "You're finally awake." Grayson strolls in wearing nothing but a towel low around his hips, displaying his rock-hard chiseled tan chest, dripping with water droplets.

Kian has the power to awaken his most lustful parts and make him lose all control. Grayson's thighs are still sore as he put a lot of effort into Kian. It's been a long time since he slept with someone, but it was worth the wait because he got to fuck the hottest man he's ever known. Grayson comes back inside to check if his men succeeded in their mission. He looks at the people dancing with disgust and pushes them when they get in his way. Everyone's getting too drunk, and the alcohol makes them do things they will regret the next day.

Marcus asked, still maintaining the smile on his face, and Isabella couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked. Marcus is an attractive man with charming gray eyes that stand out. Isabella loved men with gray eyes, and she found them rare. It seems unbelievable to her that she didn’t notice his gray eyes this morning. He has a nice, lean body that makes him look fit and professional. Especially in his well-ironed black suit. His beard is stubble and extremely short; it highlights his well-defined jawline and, matched with his dark, low-fade-styled hair and gives him a mature yet gorgeous appearance. Isabella couldn’t help but gush over him.

“That might not be a bad idea. For now, I think the fire will keep them at bay.” “You’re sure,” I say, trying to sound more frightened than I am. “Yeah, the light, heat, and smell repel them.” I frown but nod. “And if all else fails,” Grayson says, lifting the Glock. “We can defend ourselves. All right?” I force a shaky smile. “Okay.” “Hey, I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” his expression is earnest. “I promise.” Oh, my God, I so want him right now. But giving in without telling him the truth could infuriate him. He’d think he was getting sweet, innocent Lisa, only to find out he slept with Luther Harrison’s daughter.

His words really hurt and I don't seem to get what he meant because I've dedicated 8 years of my life to him. Ryker feels I haven't helped him enough to fulfill his dream of getting into the Sexy Groove Biker's Club {SGBC}. I became a fan of the club because Ryker wants me to. He's obsessed with every memeber of the club but he's more crazier over Orion , the star of the Biker's club. Orion is popular, sexy and famous among girls which makes the public tag him as The International Playboy because he does nothing but chase after everything in skirt.

"And I'm not going back to that boring hotel. Dad's been grumpy all morning, and Mom keeps crying. I want to hang out with Arya." I couldn't help but smile despite everything. "You're going to give Marco a heart attack, you know that?" "Where are we going?" Christabel asked, ignoring my comment entirely. "Can we get more gelato? Or go to the beach? Or…" "The spa," Marco said suddenly. I stared at him. "The spa?" "There's one two blocks from here. It’s exclusive and hard to monitor." He was already typing on his phone. "I can book us treatments under false names. We'll have a few hours at least before anyone realizes."