Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

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.

I scrambled back to my hiding spot, pressing myself into the shadows, trying to make myself invisible the way I'd learned to do when Marcus was in one of his moods. The storage room door opened wider. "I know you're in here." The voice was deep, calm, authoritative. Not angry. Not yet. I held my breath, praying he'd leave. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk." Lies. Men always lied. Marcus had promised to love me, cherish me, protect me. Instead, he'd systematically destroyed every piece of who I was. The man moved deeper into the room. I could see his shadow now, tall and broad. He said his name was Alex Greyson. That he owned the club.

Nathan groans and reaches under him to masturbate as Marcus pushes me all the way inside. "Good boys," Marcus praises. "I'm not your sub," Nathan grumbles as he lifts his front up so he's resting on his hands. "I'm kidding," Marcus says with a light laugh. Nathan moans when my dick rubs his prostate and Marcus moves me back and forth.

How could two people be together if they have a different sexual preference? The reason why Grayson acted so sweet towards her was that he was gay. Isn't it great to have such a lovely roommate? Therefore, why did she run away? Even if Grayson is gay, he is not a cannibal. Marcus is gay, and she got along with him just fine. Sienna had finally convinced herself to accept the truth. She turned the shower off as her body sensed a chill; it was then she noticed that she had forgotten her clothes. She opened the door and saw Grayson sitting on her bed!

he whispered, gently cupping her breasts. "Or taste me?" she playfully suggested, the idea no longer evoking fear, but rather a sense of amusement. "Oh, yes," he responded, his head tilting to the side, a flicker of desire dancing in his eyes. In this moment, Grayson embodied the essence of an apex predator. There was something ethereal in the tilt of his head, the smoldering coals that flickered in his eyes, and the unwavering intensity of his gaze upon her.

Greyson told me as he rolled me over to lay on top of him. "My mark won't leave anything either because I am but a lonely vagrant," he added a smirk. "You have gifts like a royal and if you can read my mind then we aren't true mates," I replied as I climbed off of him. He acted heart broken by putting his right hand to his chest and his other to his brow. I chuckled softly and rolled my eyes as I watched him dress. "How's the ankle," he inquired and I nodded and told him it was fine as I wiggled it in a circle.

His wolf wanted to just rip the material off me and claim me as his. After all the rumors, I knew that Grayson wasn’t the type for soft, passionate love. He fucked hard. But to my surprise, he slowly pulled down the cups of my bra, letting my breasts fall out of them. His mouth found my nipple, and he sucked it between his lips. Tingles ran up and down my body, and he stared up at me with his golden eyes, nipple still between his lips, sucking harsher and harsher every moment. His hand slipped between my legs, and he rubbed my clit. I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips.

Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or was just horrible in the bedroom. So many possibilities and Amber had encountered a great deal of them in the club. Like the dude who had a small tail off his ass bone. That was a surprise under his designer suit indeed.

“If he looks at you like that again, I’ll drag you out of here and remind you exactly who you belong to.” His whispered words made me shiver. I turned my head slightly, voice low. “You’re being ridiculous.” “Am I?” His fingers traced higher under my dress, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Because the thought of another male thinking he can talk to you like that makes me want to mark you right here in front of everyone.” Dinner continued with that delicious tension humming between us. Grayson fed me bites from his plate, his hand never leaving my thigh. Every touch felt like a promise, every whispered word filthier than the last. By the time the main course ended, I was aching f

I lifted my hand, and the same light was there. My mark was also glowing. As we were both about to climax, he put his hand over my mark, and I knew this was it. I put my hand on his chest in the same way he did mine and he threw his head back. The mark started appearing on his chest immediately. When he looked at me, I could see the love in his eyes. Lightning and immense pleasure ran through my body. I heard him grunt but it sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were glowing purple. He looked at me in confusion. "Baby your eyes." "Yea yours to." I felt so tired and could barely make out anything else that he was saying before the blackness took over.