Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Marcus doesn’t make a move immediately; instead, he studies them like a predator circling prey, eyes flicking between Damian and Eli, searching for the smallest hesitation. Eli feels the tension pressing against his chest, but Damian’s presence is a shield. His hand rests firmly on Eli’s back, grounding him, commanding him, radiating dominance that seems to push back the menace surrounding them. Marcus breaks the silence, voice low and dangerous. “You’ve changed, Damian. I expected fear, hesitation… weakness. But I see neither. You’ve grown bold. Too bold.” Damian tilts his head slightly, keeping his stance firm, protective. “Bold enough to defend what’s mine. Loyal enough to protect him. An

“That makes two of us.” I looked at him sharply then because Blake Grayson didn’t seem like a man confused by anything. But right now? He looked conflicted. His hand lifted again, brushing lightly against the mark on my neck before falling away. “If I wanted you dead, June…” his voice dropped lower, quieter, “you wouldn’t still be breathing.” My heartbeat stumbled. The line should’ve terrified me. Instead, somehow, it felt worse than fear. Blake stared at me for one final second before stepping back toward the door.

Behind the corner of this wall, they can't see me, but I can hear everything they're saying: "You can feel these sparks too, can't you? You're my mate, I'm sure of it. I could smell your scent from miles away." The male says. "This has to be a mistake. I already have a mate. I'm marked." I hear Grayson reply. Wait, what? Is that bastard trying to claim her as his? "How is this even possible? You're telling me I waited years to meet my mate only to find out she's already taken?" He argues, desperation evident in his voice.

His other hand cupped one roughly, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple until I whimpered. “Such a good girl,” Grayson sneered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Let’s see how well you can follow instructions.” Hale’s arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but his cock was a thick ridge against his slacks, impossible to miss. Grayson shoved me to my knees, his grip punishing as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. My breath hitched. He was big, thicker than Hale, with veins pulsing along his length.

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

I am secretly hoping I don't further make a fool of myself. "I'm fine, thank you," Grayson says, turning down Adrian's offer for water. He sits on the other side of the desk to me, staring at me so blatantly I can't keep eye contact without squirming. It is something about the silver of his eyes that unnerves me. I watch Adrian leave the room, leaving Grayson and I alone. Suddenly, Grayson sits forward abruptly. "Is he your mate?" "What?" I stutter, his words taking me by surprise.

"Next time I want to see your face when you break." A violent shiver ran down my spine. My core clenched hard around nothing, another rush of wetness escaping me despite the terror gripping my mind. I imagined his voice saying those words in person, that deep, dominant timbre I had only heard in passing during company meetings, now directed solely at me. The thought of Jax watching my face contort in pleasure and shame made my scar burn hotter beneath my palms. The golden mark pulsed stronger, sending waves of heat straight to my swollen clit.

Though he was laughing, I saw no signs of happiness in those dark eyes of his, instead, they stared at me coldly, different from the teasing expression he had when he had called me a little pervert after he caught me. His eyes held chills that made me back away, they seemed to dance with fire that might ignite at anytime. Then suddenly, I felt something strange all over my body, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak but when my eyes stared into his, I saw the sparks that jumped around in his dark eyes. My heart sank, and only now did I know… I might have crossed the boundaries and this man… he wasn't joking with me. He meant every word he said. The Marcus I was looking at this moment isn't the s