Jason Grace X Reader Novels & Stories

That evening, after Ivy and Grace had gone to sleep, Jason went to his study to read. He started with what lay on his desk, some business journals, but soon he had put down his Reading and was looking in his drawer for something else. The object was a tattered dairy, which had found it's way to Jason. The address on the inside cover was the only bit of writing still clearly legible in Lola's old dairy, yet he kept these torn and yellowing pages and would look at them from time to time. There was nothing new to read and usually he would end up dreaming about what might have been. What might have been had she stayed with him or had he joined her in the city or joined her in Dakar.

Grace Miller. Grace Miller. He reads it again, and he remembers exactly this name because Claire mentioned her name as her best friend. Jason's sister is Claire's best friend. So that's how Jason has a connection with Claire. It was the secret she was hiding. It's very evident that the knew Jason from earlier and she lied to him clearly. . . Hope you guys are liking this story so far. Enough of his love for her till now. Now you will see his different shade for her. How will she react to his new form? Keep loving and supporting your writer. Thanks.

I had thought he would watch the girl touch him and enjoy her service. "Stop, Grace" Jason breathed, but I could swear Grace's finger grazed the front Jason's jeans. Eew, she shamelessly touched the forbidden fruit right here. Girls like her are so brave. Grace giggled "It's sexy when you are playing hard to get" I cringed. Jason should be the one using that line for her but she is the one desperately trying to get Jason to herself for the night. Not listening to Jason's earlier instruction to stop touching him, Grace pressed her finger on his chest again.

Elias’s hand, heavy and possessive on the small of my back. The enigmatic smile of the woman who had whispered something in my ear that I couldn't quite recall. The suffocating darkness of the corridor. Then, the sudden, jarring wakefulness of the car ride here, Jaxon’s presence a grounding force beside me. I shouldn't have let it happen. I knew the risks, the tangled web of pack politics and old blood, yet the memory of him filling me. The raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes sent a traitorous spark of heat through my belly.

She could barely breathe in the extreme heat and intricate ecstasy and consecutive orgasm he gave her. While Jason? Jason is a true and brave warrior. He is the type of soldier who will not go to war without being assured of victory. And that’s what he often does or rather to say he always does to her. That's why she can say, more than a word of contentment is what she has always felt every time Jason takes her over there.

He looks between Samuel and me quickly, and then smiles at him in a way that seems to convey some sort of inside joke between them. "Grace," he says, bowing again. I bow back in return."I won't explain everything to you again unnecessarily, but what you have heard is true," he continues then squeezes my hand and looks at me. "This is Grace. She is to be my mate and your Luna by the next full moon." He announces.

He figured that Liam and I hadn't sleep together before and that I didn't remember the night the boys were conceived which were like my deepest secrets. I was glad that I didn't remember though, I would have been scarred by the amount of pleasure that I probably received that night. The pleasure I received just yesterday night when we didn't even complete the process was imprinted in my mind. "Why are you staring at me so intensely? Don't tell me that you already want a taste of me so early," Jason muttered without opening his eyes and I giggled. "That twitch has already answered my question." I hadn't been thinking about that until he mentioned it but now that he had talked about it, I coul

But I don’t let him finish talking, “I kept my promise, Jason. That man won’t be able to hurt you. I think you owe me for sparing you… Yes?” We all watch in awe as Jason’s eyes glaze over with nothingness, then his head bobs slowly twice. A dumb nod, from a now broken soldier. “There’s my good boy,” I coo and ruffle his hair much like how one would pet a dog. “Go on, tell me where Ricci is hiding my husband.”

The eightieth reason I won’t be taking it. “Let me see that!” Anna continued and took the locket for me, she was mumbling somethings about the locket but I was more invested in the letter. I opened it and took deep breaths before reading the content. I knew Jason, he was very calculative, very good with his words and could get me rolling with four words, and that was exactly what he did. Emerson, let down your hair. “Damn him!” I screeched and squeezed the paper in a my hands and threw it away. I was angry. Because I understood what that meant, it touched a part of me and totally because he would even imply I gave him a chance to show me pain again.

The tone in Jason’s voice was unfamiliar to me — not cheerful, not irritated, and without the weight of his Alpha aura. “Annabelle had just got home from her date, and after their rather passionate goodbye kiss, she was kind enough to let me in,” Jessica said as casually as she could — but I could tell from the way Jason tensed that she had struck a nerve. By now, the pain I’d felt had completely faded, and I slowly rose to my feet. Without thinking, I placed my hand on Jason’s arm, and I felt the tension drain out of him. From the moment my fingers touched his sleeve, there was a constant, faint tingling. I looked down at my hand in surprise — shocked that I had actually touched my Alpha’s