Novel & Cerita Mark Grayson X Reader

Make me feel things I swore I'd never feel for one of them. And I don't want him to stop. His mouth finds mine again, and this kiss is somehow deeper, hungrier. I respond without thinking, without hesitating, giving back as good as I get. My legs shift, making room for him between them, and he settles there like he belongs. Like we fit. His hand slides under the hem of my sleep shirt, palm hot against my ribs, and in that moment, reality crashes back in. I'm kissing Zane Grayson. The werewolf who blackmailed me. The future Alpha whose lineage might be connected to everything I've lost.

I run my hand up her spine to her nape. “Yes, Grey…Yesss!” Her body starts shaking again. I feel her pussy tighten around my dick. I pull her back. “Tell me when my beautiful Phoenix.” I thrust into her harder as my hand bruises her ass cheek. “GREY! YESSSS!” She screams. My eyes glow blue and I sink my canines into her shoulder. “YESSSS!” I growl as I sink them deeper, embedding my mark in her forever and no one can take it away. Ever.

He inhaled deeply and sparks of molten grey swirled inside his eyes. "Why haven't you told us that you need us this much, baby girl?" Maverick cooed from beside me. His fingers brushed away the hair from my ear, igniting flames as he went. I clenched my thighs together even tighter and squirmed. "She smells like she will combust at any moment. How have we not helped her already?" Dargan mused, those molten silver eyes of his scanning over me. Maverick's hand slid over my upper thigh, so close to where I had been craving them. I stifled a moan, feeling my cunt tighten and loosen.

Flopped back on the bed, my head buried in the pillow, completely sated, I heard Twix query through our mind link, "Alpha?" Groggily, I replied, "Yes, Twix.” His voice filled with amusement, Twix murmured, "Do me a favor? Next time you two decide to do the nasty, please, for the love of God, block our connection!" Covering my eyes with the crook of my arm, I shook my head, a smile curving up my lips. ~~ The weeks that followed our night in my grandfather’s secret chamber were a whirlwind of passion and discovery. Elysia and I grew closer, not just in love, but in our understanding of each other's deepest desires.

I immediately went to seek warmth in the midst of the men there and Rhys didn’t take it lightly but sped the speedboat tossing us aside. When we got back, we immediately went on track, running around improving our cardio. The familiar scent of Mark whiffed past me and I stopped in my tracks. Yuri passed ahead of me carrying that scent. Sure, Yuri had the perfect build of my husband. He had a sweet smile and incredible build. Mark carried not only that, a charming charisma too. He noticed my stare and jogged to me and the moment I opened my mouth to ask him something, a hand went over my eyes. “I don’t appreciate ogling during practice, Lipovsky.”

“That makes two of us.” I looked at him sharply then because Blake Grayson didn’t seem like a man confused by anything. But right now? He looked conflicted. His hand lifted again, brushing lightly against the mark on my neck before falling away. “If I wanted you dead, June…” his voice dropped lower, quieter, “you wouldn’t still be breathing.” My heartbeat stumbled. The line should’ve terrified me. Instead, somehow, it felt worse than fear. Blake stared at me for one final second before stepping back toward the door.

His wolf wanted to just rip the material off me and claim me as his. After all the rumors, I knew that Grayson wasn’t the type for soft, passionate love. He fucked hard. But to my surprise, he slowly pulled down the cups of my bra, letting my breasts fall out of them. His mouth found my nipple, and he sucked it between his lips. Tingles ran up and down my body, and he stared up at me with his golden eyes, nipple still between his lips, sucking harsher and harsher every moment. His hand slipped between my legs, and he rubbed my clit. I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips.

While my other hand continued to scroll through the news. But no matter how many times I scrolled through the screen, Grayson's name kept appearing. Various articles ranged from those discussing his game, the injury he had just suffered, to articles about... a woman who was suspected of being his fated mate. I was too curious, so I clicked on one of the articles that contained a video. In the video, Grayson was seen holding the hand of a woman who looked as beautiful and sexy as a model. The article stated that Grayson had finally reunited with his childhood friend, an Alpha werewolf and former social media intern at Frost Maple named Kelly Harper Swan. At the end of the article, there was a

Grace has been calling him alpha for the longest time and all efforts to make her stop has been crucial. Walking down the stairs, they reached the front of the pack house and there she was eagerly waiting for him. Mark was pleased to turn scouting down for his mate to ride the back of his wolf without complaint. “I've always wanted to know how it feels to have another part of me… a fur being who can talk to me and have me do some silly things..like swimming in a lake late at night” Mark Graves running into the woods happily with his mate holding tight to his fur. The ride was a quick one and soon they arrived at the lake beds as the cold breeze of the night blew through her hair making it fl

"Your c**k isn't the size of a straw. I'm going to suffer whether you want me to or not. You're a beast of a man and I'm a tiny human. I think by now my vagina knows we'll never be the same. Grayson's darkened irises meet mine and I pull in a sharp breath. In one swift move, he grabs me by the hips, dragging me towards him and I wrap my feet around his wide waist to accommodate our proximity. He turns, placing me against our bed, hovering over me, before placing a kiss on his mark against my neck. A scorching heat suddenly spreads from his kiss extending to every crevice of my body and I shudder beneath him, as his hands pull at the clothing that covers me. His mouth moves lower, hands massa