Mark Grayson X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Drake growled, and just then he heard Clive speak, "we found their scents but they have gone beyond the boundary deep into the woods. We can't catch them neither can we go deeper, it isn't safe." Drake said, "Got it, call off the search. I will speak with the gamma, just go back home and rest. A word of this must not come out." Drake hit the wall angrily and went out. He went to Arnold and discussed the problem with him. Arnold decided to continue the search the next day. "What do you mean by he is missing? Did the guards not check on him?" Logan asked angrily. Drake hung his head low. Arnold replied," I think the people that rescued him have a full detail of how we run the pack.

Elena's pov "Just kiss your mark please," he begged, repeatedly kissing my lips. I bit back a smile. He had gone full possessive mode because I touched Grayson's chin. And because Grayson was staring at me in a way only he could. It was really attractive but also adorable because he was begging for kisses. I leant down, kissing my mark on him lightly and he shivered. I pulled away, "Okay, we really need to go see Harris," I stated, his eyes now faded back to his original brown eyes.

A boldly written tattoo covers the left side of his chest. I read the dark ink marring his skin. Malakai. My name. When I meet his gaze, my heart feels like it is going to tear apart. I swallow at the hard lump in my throat. I don't care, I never asked him to do anything for me. The tattoos are not the only changes, are those nipple rings?! I stare at the silver piercing that protrudes from each nipple, which somehow makes his body more attractive. "You wanna taste them?" Pierce smirks and I flush.

I could hear them behind me, soft groans as some guys stroked their cocks behind me. Corey whispered something I couldn’t hear. Gary said nothing, but I could feel his stare burning into me. The room felt tight and electric. Somehow, every shameful second dragged out longer and heavier. “You hate this, don’t you?” Mark growled, his hands gripping tighter, fingers digging into my skin. “You hate being fucked by a boy who used to look up to you.” I whimpered, biting back another moan. “But that’s what makes it better. You love being used, don’t you, Vixen?”

The scent of burnt ash explodes from his skin as his wolf surges to the surface. "Grayson!" Mallory gasps, her pale face turning stark white as she pulls the blanket over her bruised legs. "You... you weren't supposed to hear that!" Grayson ignores Tessa entirely. He steps into the room, his voice shaking with a terrifying, unnatural rage. "Is it true, Mallory? Is she keeping a male outside?" Mallory buries her face in her hands, weeping hysterically, her shoulders shaking violently. "Grayson, please don't hurt her! She loved you... she just... she was pushed to the edge! Don't look at her like that!"

My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but the quietness here felt comforting after Vincenzo’s intense growling. Grayson was propped against the headboard, a thick book resting lazily in his hands. He didn’t look up right away and turned a page first, as if he had all the time in the world. Then finally he set his book aside and met my gaze. A slow sigh escaped him, laced with a wry sort of resignation. “So,” he spoke as his amber eyes were steadied, “you have to face your cheating mate alone, just because your so-called husband is unable to defend you.”

Marcus was lying there with his hair long and scattered around him, his dark, dangerous eyes had a spark of blood red that stared at me calmly, but that made my heart skip and my eyes go hot. His body, naked—from his chest down to his toes. I saw scars all over his body, but they made me want to worship him even more. His hands, they moved towards me and suddenly grabbed me and pulled me to his side, then… and then… he slammed his lips on mine. His lips… they tasted like his scent—mint, but sweet, which made me intoxicated. But that wasn't all. I watched as his hand moved, slowly, but torturously. They moved from my neck, then fell on his body. I watched with bated breath as he caressed his

Grayson ground his pelvis on her hip, showing how much she affected him. “Slow down, tiger. Everything can be solved by using words. You don’t have to go caveman on me.” “But that is how wolves do it.” Grayson nipped her neck, making her moan. “We mark our mates to ensure everyone knows we’ve chosen to be together.” Brianna pulled his shirt apart, popping the pearl snap buttons to reveal his body. “Should I mark you too?” Brianna asked as her clawed hands roamed his chest. “Yes,” Grayson groaned as her fingers continued to his back. She pulled him closer until he felt her breasts touch his chest. “Yes, please Brianna. Mark me.”

“It’s an honor to work with the best of the best. I’ve followed your careers — and trust me, the opportunities coming your way? Life-changing.” A few of the guys clapped. Mason just leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Markus’s gaze landed on him almost immediately. “Mason Grant,” he said like he was greeting royalty. “In the flesh. I’ve heard… stories.” Mason’s mouth ticked up in that lazy smirk. “Guess it depends which ones you’ve heard.” Markus stepped closer — too close — and gave him a slow once-over. “All of them.” I felt something unpleasant twist in my stomach.

Malisha glares at him, and he says, “Can you blame me? Just say something new.” Malisha growls lowly, and says, “Grayson, leave me alone before anyone sees the way you are infiltrating my personal space.” Grayson smirks. “But I want them to see.” Malisha frowns. “Have you forgotten what we spoke about the last time we were together?” “I seem to have short term memory, Malisha. Forgive me,” he says in a mock voice that gets on her nerves. He traces neck which makes her shiver. He looks at her neck with desire. He could not wait to mark her yet, and seeing her neck always seemed to remind him of what he is yet to do.