Mark Grayson Hot Novels & Stories

“You know what good boys like him do for fun?” It’s not lost on me that he refers to Grayson like he’s some kid, but I’m distracted by his long fingers disappearing into his pocket and returning with a cellphone. He messes around with the screen for a couple of seconds before putting it in front of me. A video plays and I watch in horror as a familiar scene unfolds. It’s Grayson’s hotel room from earlier this week. I’m underneath him, dressed in a pink camisole and black mom jeans. My hands are in his dyed white hair and his knees are between my thighs that are wrapped around his waist.

This wasn’t a rescue. It was an extraction. Cassian stepped out first, then turned back toward me, extending a hand. I stared at it. “I can walk,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “This isn’t about whether you can.” I hesitated only a second before taking it. His grip was firm, steady. Warm. Too human. The moment my skin touched his, the Mark flared again stronger this time. Heat bloomed across my shoulder, spreading like ink through water. I gasped.

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

She then took off Grayson's top suddenly. I rounded my eyes when I saw Grayson's back. Even May also looked confused when she saw the five-finger marks on Grayson's back. Gosh, I didn't think my strike on his back would leave such a mark. I didn't think it was hard enough. I thought I was doing it slowly, as befits a gentle human like me. But it turned out to leave a red mark like that. "Do you like kinky things?" May asked Grayson. She raised her eyebrows as she pointed at Grayson's back. "Five-finger print on your back."

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

No, I shouldn't. I start touching myself and my breathing gets heavy and erratic. Grayson goes completely still for a moment, opening his eyes. I get filled with dread at the thought that he already knows I'm here but as soon as he stops, he starts again. This time, I guess he realizes he's all alone or something, because he lets himself go completely. He stops hiding his moans and turns a little more towards the door, so now I can see more of his body. His very delicious marked body and his huge dïck.

His mouth finds my shoulder and begins to tease and hover over the spot he’s going to bite. He’s holding back his bite, but his thrusts get harder. Deeper. Rougher. White stars explode behind my eyes as my orgasm sneaks up on me, and that's the moment Draven decides to mark me. He sinks his teeth into my flesh and shakes his head just enough to carve a scar no one will miss.

I whispered, but before I could say anything else, he jolted upright with a violent gasp, clutching his chest like he’d just been ripped from the depths of a nightmare. ‘My mate is back!’ Due roared through the mind-link, her voice thick with relief and triumph. Azrik dragged in sharp, ragged breaths, his hand instinctively going to his neck, fingers brushing over the place where my mark lived. A strange glow pulsed under his skin, black and luminous like shadows made light. His gaze snapped to mine, wild and disoriented. “Did… did you…?” His voice cracked like breaking glass. He looked like a man reborn. And then it happened.

Maverick didn't stop until he was in front of Grayson, only then letting go of Mark's ankle and letting his foot fall to the ground before stepping back. “One Alpha, just the way you like it, a little scratched up,” Maverick said sarcastically, his lips tugging up on the side as he looked down at the scraped-up Alpha. Mark's body ached as he pulled himself off the ground and stood. He trembled as he stood on weak legs. When Mark turned, his stomach dropped when he saw Brandon sitting on the grass with Grayson's Beta standing guard next to him. He looked up at his pack house to see flames barreling out of the right side, and his mouth hung open.

Grayson's head shoots up to me. His dark brown eyes raking my body. "Hey babe." I say as I reach to put my panties on. Before I can grab them Grayson is in front of me pushing me up against the wall his hands on my hips. "What do you think your doing?" Grayson asks playfully with a smirk. I roll my eyes at his silliness. "Getting dressed." I try to push him off of my gently but he doesn't budge. Instead he lowers his head to my neck and sucks softly. Right where he would mark me.