Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

His thrusts became hard and fast and I feared I would go mad from the onslaught of ecstasy that assailed me. His fangs grazed the vein on my neck, sending tingles skittering across my spine. "Brace yourself," He whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I'd barely prepared myself for the pain when he sank his fangs deep into my flesh, marking me. I screamed, loud enough that I could swear the entire pack had heard me. Grayson caressed my skin affectionately, running his tongue over his mark and soothing the pain until it became a dull ache, replaced by a rush of desire that peaked as we came together. I heard his voice inside my head, his thoughts intertwining with mine.

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.

His personality seems to be the exact opposite of Jaxson. Jaxson releases a throaty growl. I'm practically glued to him, so the sound rattles my bones. Nevertheless, the extraordinary power he released feels breathable now. "You're late," Jaxson tells him, his tone still emotionless. "Hmm. It was either a very alluring Succubus, or this boring assembly. Quite frankly, the choice wasn't hard," he chuckles. Jaxson slowly releases me as Grayson pulls away. To say I'm relieved I'm no longer pressed between two very intense males is an understatement. I take a step back—my gaze clashes with Jaxson's pale, soulless ones.

Grayson groaned, nearing his climax. He moved faster, his mouth on her breast, biting her nipples as he unleashed a year's worth of cum. It was a massive amount; it took a long time to finish. "Ohh, fuck! Shit! So good!" Grayson trembled, releasing a huge amount of semen onto her panties. It was an enormous amount. He collapsed on top of her, breathless, finally released. "Thank you, doll. Fuck, that was so fucking delicious." He kissed her sweaty neck, his penis already stirring again, happy and content.

Glancing at Logan, I can't help noticing he seems to have quickly fallen down from his intoxicated state, while I feel like nervous giggles could get into me anytime soon. “Please, just shut up!” He mouthed to me. I arched an eyebrow and scowled at him, but he ignored me. So I just kept on following the men who silently led us along another corridor, taking a left and then a right until we stopped in front of another door. The first guy eventually turns around and in the brightness of the lights, I recognized it was actually Grayson. My jaw dropped open at the sexy beast in front of me, his bare chest revealing powerful abs and a muscular chest, but as soon as my eyes met his darkness, which

I need to tell him and get his opinion because I have no idea how to respond in this situation. I knock on the door and open it to see Marcus fucking Nathan over his desk while Nathan sucks off their sub. I didn't think they'd be fucking in here, should I leave? "Damon what the fuck?" Marcus says as he pulls out of his husband and pulls his leather pants up. "I need to talk to you," I say and Marcus grumbles as he walks me out of the office and closes the door behind us. "What?" He asks bluntly. "Mason said he loves me," I tell him and he looses his gruffness suddenly.

“But if you haven’t marked one another through that process, you won’t ever be connected to Jay’s pack, no matter how awake your werewolf blood is.” “O-oh…” I whisper, lowering my gaze sheepishly. Jay chuckles and offers my knee a gentle squeeze of comfort. “We haven’t marked each other. I’ve been patient until she felt ready, as human-bonding is far more complicated than necessary,” he replied in my place.

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

he said. He guided her back onto the couch and settled over her. Grace opened her legs and felt the heavy head of his cock press against her entrance. He rubbed himself through her wetness, coating the tip. Then he pushed forward slowly. Grace’s body stretched around him. She breathed out and lifted her hips to take more. Evan sank deeper in careful thrusts until he was fully inside her. They stayed still for a moment, forehead to forehead. The fullness felt intense. Grace could feel every small pulse of him. Then he began to move. His strokes were long and measured at first.

These were gods carved from pure sin. The first one caught my eye immediately—tall, dark-haired with a jawline that could cut glass, his black t-shirt stretched tight over a chest that looked like it had been sculpted for fucking. His name tag read "Marcus." Piercing green eyes locked onto mine, and I felt my clit pulse hard, a slick warmth already gathering between my thighs. Next to him was Jax, blond and rugged, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattooed forearms that I could already imagine pinning me down. Then came Damien, with olive skin and a smirk that screamed "I know exactly what your holes are for." Beside him, Theo—lean muscle, messy brown hair, and eyes that undressed me from across