Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“I called everyone here for a reason. Greyson is the second Gamma. Cassie is his mate, and the new gamma female along with Lynn.” My dad nodded as I turned to face Cass. I looked down at her neck and I saw the beginnings of her mating mark on her neck. I squealed and grabbed her arms, jumping. “When?” “When you were dying in a bed.” Cass smacked me. “Never do that to me again.” “I promise.” I hugged her and patted Greyson on his shoulder. “Good job.” He smiled and grabbed Cass around the waist. “I know.” His smile was wide.

Shaun winks with a genuine smile at her. "Born ready!" She mimics a finger gun, before pointing at the blonde. He smiles before inviting the other two males too and turns his heels inside the class. "Hey, Jason!" Gracie says, noticing his eyes darkened. "Is everything okay?" She asks softly, stepping forward to reach him. Before she could touch him, he flinched away while gritting his teeth. "Obviously!" That's all the silver male says before moving to the side and entering the room.

The intensity of it—the way he made me feel things I'd only heard other girls whisper about—it's terrifying and addictive all at once. And the worst part? I want more. I want everything he promised, everything he held back. But I have no idea what I'm doing, what any of this means. His eyes haven't left me—dark, hungry, like he's memorizing every tremor, every flush of heat across my skin. It makes my pulse stutter all over again. "It says to a Grayson Blackwell," the delivery guy's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and impatient. Reality crashes back. We're still in the kitchen. Brandon, Yara, and Isaac are just feet away, probably wondering why we've been gone so long. My face burns.

His eyes locked with mine. And my world stopped. "Mate." My knees almost gave out. He walked toward me slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. “You,” he said coldly. “You’re my mate?” I nodded, heart pounding. He sneered. “The Moon Goddess has a sick sense of humor.” My mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked me up and down. “You’re weak.” I felt the crack in my chest, sharp and sudden. “You’re not what I wanted,” he said, turning away. “And I don’t want you.”

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

Also, his beautiful blonde hair turns as black as night. He chuckles bitterly while looking at his true appearance gradually disappearing underneath his human face bit by bit. Under his breath, he mumbles, " Fate is indeed too cruel!" *** Mark leans weakly against the wall inside the shower with his right hand clutching tightly on his chest. He lets the cold water hit him continuously. He feels nothing. Right now, all he can think of is the way Blake's heart has been beating for him. As his mate, Mark clearly feels Blake's longingness and his possessiveness for him. He feels it directly echoing in his heart, painfully tearing it apart and then consuming it bit by bit. The need to possess is

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

Marcus whistled low and wrapped his long fingers around it, stroking me once from base to tip. “Nice,” he said. “We’re gonna take real good care of you.” They both stripped fast. Tyler’s body was thick and strong with a light dusting of hair on his chest and a happy trail leading down to his thick cock. It was heavy and veiny with a fat head already leaking. Marcus was longer, maybe nine inches, smooth and dark with a slight upward curve. His balls hung low and full. Seeing both of them naked at the same time made my hole clench with want.

He moans as I scratch his scalp. "I just want both home with us. All these rogue attacks worry me, Gray. I want everyone safe, "I sigh sadly. Grayson starts kissing my lips to my neck, and as he finds his marking spot, he enters me, getting a loud whimper. It feels so good. I'm also amazed he pulled my panties off with me, not noticing. He thrust and kissed my neck, getting me to moan. He bites down and I cum crying out his name. He cums hard and growls licking my mark. "Feel better, babe?"he asks, and I blush bright.

I whimpered as the tip of his shaft began to rub against my entrance, teasing my clit just right. "O-oh! Jax..." I panted. "I love when you call me Jax," he growled, moving his mouth to my throat, running his tongue over where Greyson had marked me earlier. I whimpered at the touch, Greyson's mark had left that area nearly raw and even the slightest touch seemed to set me off. I watched as Jaxon continued his own journey down my body, pausing to lap and suck at my breasts, giving each a moment of attention before once more continuing downward.