Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

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.

My father says, sounding a bit happy over the phone. "We will dad. See you soon."I reply then hang up the phone. I return to where everyone is chatting and eye the fresh ink on Luna's side as my wolf growls in satisfaction. Greyson put the mark on the same side as mine. They are completely identical other than hers being only on her side and mine spanning from my neck to lower abdomen. I have also figured out that like Greyson, Paul is gay. They are standing very close to one another and Greyson reaches out to touch Paul when they speak.

"They aren't even looking this way and are conversing with each other. Grayson grinned devilishly and started unbuttoning my pants. I shimmied them off and Grayson took his off and positioned me as he drove into me covering my moans with his mouth ravishing mine. He was stroking my insides with long drawn out plunges and I was completely lost in the moment not caring at all about anyone near us. I was not ashamed of loving my mate and as my walls started to tighten on his shaft his eyes gleamed at me. Grayson lifted my hips and plunged into me repeatedly and continued to repeat that he loved me as his face contorted. I gasped as I closed my eyes feeling my legs shake and my body clench as my

Marcus growled, his voice deep and rough against Noah’s lips. He didn’t just kiss him; he devoured him. It was a hard kiss full of wet kisses and tongue. Marcus forced Noah’s mouth open, tasting his sweetness, drinking him in like a man dying of thirst in a desert. Noah let out a soft, breathless groan, his hands flying up to clutch at Marcus’s broad shoulders, his nails digging hard into the leather of Marcus’s jacket.

Tears had sprung in my eyes as I could feel the blood trickling down my shoulder, the pain mixing with pleasure had awoken something within me and I was sure that I would explode. He hummed in approval as his licked the blood as if he had just recreated a new mark and the old one was gone. I was too hot to even comprehend whatever was coming next, but the thing was, nothing came. I was left as a hot mess with my aching core, but before I could ask what Grayson was doing he was gone, leaving an open door to my bedroom and the sound of footsteps running down the hallway.

“She could wake up.” “I don’t care,” he murmured, lips trailing down my neck. “Not unless you do.” We moved closer, hips brushing, water sloshing around us. I pressed myself to him, hands threading through his hair, lips devouring him in a hunger that was almost primal. * Grayson Her body in the water, warm and wet against mine, it was intoxicating. I wanted to mark her, claim her but more than that, I wanted her trust, her laughter and her complicity.

shoved up against the desk, their mouths crashing together in a messy spit-soaked kiss while Marcus ripped Prof Liam’s shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Dr Marcus is gay!? Marcus latched onto one of Liam’s hard nipples, sucking loud and nasty with wet slurping sounds, his beard scraping against the skin as he bit down hard enough to make Liam’s whole body jerk. “Mmmm-nnnah! Yeah, bite it like that, fuck, harder Marcus, make it hurt so good,” Liam growled, his fingers digging into Marcus’s hair and yanking him closer while his cock strained obviously in his pants, the thick bulge twitching visibly like it was begging for attention.

Emma immediately covered her mouth and hid in the corner but her eyes stared at the man in the toilet currently working on himself. Mr Grayson leaned on the wall with wet dark hair that stuck to his face. It covered his forehead and revealed only his closed eyes. His right fist was clenched and used to cover his opened mouth. Sweat rolled down his Adams apples that moved sexily. Then down to his opened chest and his honey-colored toned muscles and down to his waist then his hand which was moving slowly on his—Fuck! “So huge.., So fucking—!” Emma opened her mouth wide as she looked at Grayson's thick rod which was erected and bringing out pre-cum.

They were both fantastic in bed in different ways. Grayson was more of the carnal, pure physical sex God. He wasn’t one much for sweet nothings or telling a girl how beautiful she was as they made love. Well fucking was more his style than making love. With him, it been more of the rough, pulse pounding and bodies pounding together type of fucking. Animalistic and dirty. Which had suited Amber just fine and made her cum hard over and over again.

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.