Jason Grace X Reader Novels & Stories

, while the dominant partner might be called a "top." I feel compelled to read more, losing track of time in my own little world, loving everything I am reading and forgetting about everything else. There is so much I don’t know that I know I will love. I just need to read through it all and make sure I know what I am doing and will be happy doing. “Food.” I jump and look up to see Jackson standing there, holding food. “I see you started searching for things you didn’t know.” He smiles, looking at the paper surrounding me and the laptop open. Shaking my head, I object.

Their bodies moved in harmony, guided by an unspoken understanding of each other's desires. With a delicate grace, Jason gently laid Zara on the bed, a soft surface beneath their entwined bodies. Their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them as anticipation pulsed in the air. As he began to remove his clothes, each garment falling away, Zara's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and pleasure.

Slowly, she turned the knob and opened the door with so much fear and hoping it wasn’t Jason. He pushed in immediately, like he belonged there, like he owned the apartment, Of course it’s Jason. Jason stepped inside, bringing tension with him. He looked the same, expensive coat, effortless charm, that dangerous kind of beauty that fooled people. With an annoying smirk on his face. But his eyes were different. He was so angry because he has been searching for Emily for a while and to a man like Jason that’s stress, that disrespect to his ego. He looked darker. Sharper. And Hungry.

But now, it's too late. However, she kind of liked the thrill. She had never realized or even given a thought to how powerful Jason's aura was. Maybe she was overthinking, or maybe she really enjoyed being overpowered by his sudden surprising and composed phase. Although, he was just a virgin himself, and wouldn't judge her. She certainly found it surprising or rather shocking how Jason did not reject the idea of sleeping with her. "I knew it, he is just as desperate to lose his virginity as I am." Grace smirks at her last thought before calling out for Niall.

But then Jason smiled, reached across the table for her hand and her breath hitched. “You're right,” he said, staring into her eyes. “This has nothing to do with business. I want to know you in a way no one else does, Anna de la Vegas.” Anna pulled her lower lip between her teeth, hating the skip in her heart at his words. Jason's gaze bore into her, a flicker of softness in them. Or maybe something that looked like it. “Not the doctor. Not the sister. Not the ill-tempered chief bridesmaid,” he added, earning a small laugh from her.

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

My head slammed against the tiles, a sharp crack echoing in my skull. “Stop resisting,” Jackson growled, gripping my chin roughly, forcing my face up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes. His breath was hot against my cheek, his tone dripping with arrogance. “I know you want me. You’ve been begging for attention all night. I can tell.” My stomach twisted. “Let me go!” He only smirked wider, his thumb digging into my jaw. “Come on, Grace. Don’t make this difficult. You’ll like it if you just stop pretending.”

“Always. Now rest, my perfect omega. The hall is ours. The bond is ours. And every jealous whisper in this academy just became the sweetest kind of foreplay.” But even as the sunlight slanted lower, turning the chalkboard gold and making Article IX gleam like a sacred promise, I felt the bond flare brighter than ever—hot, hungry, already stirring for more. Jason’s hand slid down my back, claws teasing my spine in lazy patterns, and he whispered against my mouth, “One more taste before we leave, love. Spread your legs—let me clean you up with my tongue. I want to taste how full I’ve made you.”

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

Casandra squealed; she really couldn't understand what was causing Grace to blush. Grace had tried to hide it, but she never knew Cassandra had come to study her so much. “Stop that, babe,” Grace said and chuckled slightly, while Cassandra's eye was fixed on her with curiosity, waiting to hear all that she had to say. “I am very sure you don't know his name, huh, baby girl?” Cassandra pointed out before Grace could start talking. “I really don't know much about him; all I know is that he is handsome, he has the same eyes as me, he is like a Greek god, and he is in the mood; his scent is intoxicating, like that of Car—.” Grace trailed off, saying nothing again.