Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

Maybe it's selfish, but I can only do it if I'm the only girl. Although I do like watching, and Thorne and Agnes (and Sophie and Raven) give us a lot to watch. The sexual tension almost spills over more than once, and I tell Tristan I want him to pull me out of the room if things ever start to get heavy. “My innocent little Omega, of course I can do that. I'll take you away where it's safe and show you what I can do for you with my tongue.” “How twisted is it that I like the fact that that's your idea of safe, and I'll never be really safe from you?”

ARYA’S POV "That's better," Marco murmured. "See? This doesn't have to be unpleasant." He kissed me, his hands roaming my body. He squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple. I kissed him back, my stomach churning with revulsion. "I'll give you everything," he promised between kisses. "A life in paradise. Everything you could want." "What about Dante?" I managed to say. He pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust. "What about him?"

James Grayson III was awfully much awake, smirking at her, and very much letting his eyes drift over every single inch of her. "You filthy —!" "And a decent morning to you too, sweetheart! Fancy a morning sex?" Her hand shot out and pulled the silky blanket, grabbing it off the bed against her body as she backed away, glaring at him at the same time "Are you out of your mind?!" "Nope, my sweet…"James Grayson just cracked up, sitting up and then tilting back against the headboard with his hands intertwined behind his head. His glamorous, perfect, muscles flexed, his abs rippling as he smirked that alluring, arrogant smile at her. Grace's eyes lowered, and when she saw the flimsy coveringet te

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Damn it, would it ever come? There were several beautiful women throwing glances at him. He was a good looking guy, his military blonde haircut and eyes the color of the bluest sky. Brian was a good man, very handsome but he was like a brother. He saw me through my teenage years, my rebellious years, and all my hormones. And now we were dancing like a couple. Life was strange. He waited, and I finally answered smiling. “I said that you are hot but it felt weird to think of you as a sexy guy since you saw me through my teenage hormones.”

Tyler’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as Marcus sank all the way in until his heavy balls rested against him. “Fuck, you feel perfect,” Marcus growled, voice low and strained. He started moving in long, deep strokes. Each thrust dragged his thick cock over Tyler’s prostate and sent waves of pleasure through his body. The concrete scraped against Tyler’s back with every roll of Marcus’s hips. The slight pain mixed perfectly with the intense fullness inside him.

He said with a rueful smile, "Your father filled me in on your purpose here. Thank you for coming to find me." Greyson reached a hand out and stroked Lexi's face gently. "I'm still not happy about having to share my mate with another male, but being faced with everything I've seen so far…" He broke off as his face clouded suddenly, "Well, let's just say I've had time to consider what's important to me, and without you, Lexi, I have nothing." he continued as a sad smile played on his lips. Lord Brarthroroz rumbled his approval as he and Allen moved away slightly, to give them some space.

Jaxon could only whine, cock dripping untouched onto the floor as his legs trembled. They moved together like they always did—perfect timing, perfect pressure. When Dima slammed in deep and stayed there, Marek pulled back just enough for Jaxon to gasp. “Now,” Marek said. “Come for us.” Jaxon broke. His body locked tight, muffled cry vibrating as his hands found his cock. He rubbed on it a few time until came hard, spilling across the bench and floor. Dima followed with a deep, animal sound, filling him completely. Marek pulled free at the last second, painting Jaxon’s mouth and beard with thick streaks.

His dark pack ink stretched up his thick neck, disappearing into his hair like black branches. He took a slow, heavy step toward me, his dark golden eyes flashing with an unyielding Alpha heat that made the spacious room feel tiny. "I have every right," Gryfyn growled low in his chest, his voice dropping into a gravelly rasp that sent a sharp spike of liquid fire straight down into my core. "You are my female. You carry my mark in your blood. You don't get to ride off into a storm to fight a war without my permission."