Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

This guy… he’s like a legal high. He doesn’t put me down as we head for the lift bank, and the hovering security guard scurries ahead of us and presses the button, keen to get us out of the eye-line of the respectable general public. As we step into the lift and the doors move together, Jace presses me back against the mirrored wall and fills my mouth with his hungry, demanding kiss again, no longer holding anything back for the sake of not being arrested. ‘God,’ he breathes, ‘You’re the hottest woman I’ve never fucked.’

The temptation is unbearable. My mind is a haze, filled with nothing but him—his weight, his heat, his power over me. I don’t care about the pain, or that he’s my teacher, or that I’ve never done this before. All I know is that I want him. Now. Every part of me aches for it. I lean closer, moaning softly against his lips, my body pressing into his. “Fuck. NORALI,” Jace growls, his control snapping. He pulls away suddenly, grabbing the tie around my neck and yanking hard. “You’re really shit at listening,” he breathes.

Inside the car Jace asked, “What kind of man are you?” “Meaning?” “You walked out into the toxic gas outside and yet you weren't affected.” “I have gone through worse, to get to exactly where I am today.” “You're just cold.” THE NORMAN MANSION “Everyone out,” Mr. Norman barked. “Including you Charlotte, out.” Within seconds, the living room was empty. He turned slowly towards Jace. “Look at you.” Jace said nothing. “You disappear from your own family event, get yourself dragged into a sex scandal at a filthy club, and somehow still manage to return looking like a stray dog.”

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

Her mind was messed up and she couldn't think straight. “You must be wondering why I'm here, Angel. It's simple really. The boss, he's had his fun and you're as good as dead. So before he gives the order to get rid of you, we might as well have a little fun.” Jade felt her heart racing. She blinked her eyes open, shedding a few tears along the way. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, slowly leaning toward her, his lips slightly pouted in readiness to kiss her. She held her breath, tears streaming down her eyes, as she waited for him to get close enough. Once he did, she raised her left hand to his face, scratching and wounding the right side of his face.

"Jace!" But Jace was already moving. The Aegis flared gold in his eyes—controlled, precise, a shield not a weapon. The agent lunged. Jace caught his wrist, and the syringe clattered to the stage. Security swarmed. The agent was dragged away, his silver eyes wild with fury. The crowd was screaming, but Jace stood unmoved. He raised the microphone. "You wanted to know what I am. I'm a hockey player. I'm a Kingston. I carry something ancient in my blood, but it doesn't control me. I control it." He looked at me. "With help."

I’m panting, clawing at him. “Bunny…” he rasps—his voice gravel and sin—low enough to melt every shred of resistance. I trace my hands along his chest, hard and broad and built to destroy. Jace Grey isn’t just hot—he’s an empire of lust and danger. He slams me down onto the bed, cradling the back of my head to keep it from hitting the headboard. Then his weight pins me, thick and heavy, pressing me into the mattress like gravity itself wants to join in.

At least I wasn’t being pushed off. “Jace Whitmore.” A smooth voice called out. I strained my neck to the side to find a tall beautiful dark haired woman standing with one hand in her pocket; a small smile on her face. “Gianna,” Jace answered coldly, “what are you doing here?” “I came here with Nomi. I’m his date.” “Oh.” I’d never seen Jace be cold to someone like this. Other than Taser of course. I could feel an undertone of tension that she masked well behind her friendly smile. Her eyes went over me.

Runa asked excitedly as she felt him lick on her mark. “I always wanted a daughter named Nicole. It’s my grandmothers name.” Ace said with a smile as he noticed her shivers. “Nicole it is.” Ace carefully flipped her around, her belly on the soft covers. He touched her exposed back since he had already ripped off her shirt. “So sexy.” He mumbled as he took his jeans off. Runa glanced to him with a grin and she watched him take her shorts leaving her in her lacy underwear. “Lacy? My god woman.”

My eyes opened as I slowly withdrew my body from his. “But what if Kairo comes back?” I asked in a soft voice as I stared at him. A smile tugged on his face, something that reached his eyes and showed his deep dimples. He looked happy, and my heart somersaulted in my chest. Jace is really handsome. His hand cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb against my skin before he stood up and headed for the door. He only had his sweatpants on, and looking at his perfectly muscled back made heat rise inside my stomach that I couldn’t help but lick my lips.