Mark Grayson X Male Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You're not going to tell me you regret me marking you as mine. Because I don't regret it. And damn me for wanting the perfect moment earlier. Because I have no idea what I was waiting for before giving you my mark. And so don't you dare apologize. I won't have it... any of it... unless it's you dropping down on all fours and begging me to spank you.” A laugh rippled out of me and he followed shortly after. “Okay, Cuddles?” “Okay,” I replied. I got out of the sheets to straddle him, hugging him tightly. I was now more captivated than before and with this mark, there was no way I could fight it. With Sasha nagging me to mark him right back and the mate pull going extra on me, there was no way

My body did it without my permission, and you can’t read a person’s intention if they don’t have any. Grayson’s face didn’t have that irritating smile on it for once. For a pro like him to get disarmed by a noob must have been infuriating. He was probably planning six different ways to kill me, but I was all in, and it was too late to worry about little things like dying. I pointed at the wall of posters. “Read.”

“And what do you mean you’re safe here? What was that male doing to you? He almost touched your mate mark!.” His silver eyes darkened. “I do not appreciate that.” “We were dancing! And what’s with the mate mark, anyway? It’s just a mark!” she snapped.

Marcus moved onto the bed, the frame groaning in protest under his added weight. He knelt near Quin’s waist, watching Mara work with darkened eyes. His hand moved to replace Jade’s on Quin’s stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. He brushed against Quin’s untouched entrance, the tip of his finger circling the tight bud of muscle that had never been reached. "You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?" Marcus growled, the words dripping with lust. He pressed the tip of his finger just inside, testing the resistance, feeling the way her body clenched around him in panic and anticipation.

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.”

"You like being my dirty little secret." "Yes, Sir," Eli gasped, his voice hoarse. "I love it." "Good," Grayson growled. He reached around and wrapped his hand around Eli's cock, which was hard and leaking. He began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, his rough, calloused hand a delicious friction against Eli's sensitive skin. "Then I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to mark you as mine."

Grayson pushes us into the bushes, hiding us, and he starts thrusting again, his hand covering my mouth. "Gray?" Zade’s voice gets closer, and I panic. Grayson thrusts harder, his teeth grazing my ear. "You. Are. Mine. Come for me, Angel. Mark me as yours. Cum all over my fucking cock and claim me." His movements become erratic, and I can’t hold back any longer, my body trembling as the release hits. "Gray!" Zade’s voice is even louder now. Grayson groans, pulling back. His forehead rests against mine as we both catch our breath.

“Yes. I’m Grayson Duskbane of the Graveshade Pack. I am your Alpha.” His hand traced my cheek again, and just as he leaned in for a kiss, I turned my face away. But he tilted my chin back toward him. “Why shy away? You know I’ll mark you the moment we arrive at the packhouse. Don’t you understand what happens when fated mates finally unite?” “This must be a mistake. There’s no way I’m your fated mate, Alpha Grayson. I—” I stopped. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Grayson Duskbane… I had heard countless stories.

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.