Jason Grace X Reader Novels & Stories

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

he replied. "You only act nice when others are around; don't you think that hypocritical?" Grace scoffed. Jared smiled and leaned forward. "I get what I want when I want it, and it's no concern of yours how I do that," he said. "I guess there are exceptions to that when it comes to Jason North," Grace muttered, adding, "especially with the new information I have." She stood up and picked up her bag, smiled at him, and turned to the door. She knew the bad blood between the two, and she didn't care if she had to use it to her advantage.

I arch my back, unable to control the overwhelming need for him as he continues to explore every inch of my body with his touch. "Jason," I say again as he pinches my sensitive flesh, his movements becoming more urgent and intense. The pleasure builds within me, reaching a crescendo as I give in to the intoxicating sensation of his touch. "Cum for me, Kiera," he commands, his voice low and demanding. With a final shudder, I release into ecstasy, my body trembling with pleasure as he holds me close, whispering words of adoration in my ear. I was breathing heavily, my heart racing, as I basked in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. But Jason is not done yet. He pulls back slightly and l

I’ll give him the courtesy of a choice, something he never gave me. He reads the question in my eyes in mere seconds. His eyes do that thing again, flickering between him and his wolf. I wondered for a split second if his wolf was as gray as mine, or if he was worse. Because from that, Jason’s hand slides up from my hips, to my waist and under my breasts. My breathing hitches the higher he gets. I’m panting by the time he grazes the underside of my breasts. Keeping my hips still becomes harder and harder when the need to clench my thighs arises.

Okay" Jason stopped kissing me and instantly pulled down his trouser while I pulled up my skirt "Fuck" Jason whispered as he squeezed my ass cheeks for some seconds before pushing in the startler. He used his left hand to pin my head to the table and placed his right hand on my waist "Ah" I moaned as he started ramming his cock deep inside my pussy "Oh... Lexi" he growled "You're going to be the death of me. For real" I raised my pussy higher and I growled as he hit my G-spot "Oh shit... I'm coming"

The smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man stood in front of my bed, leering down at me with a disgusting flare of lust in his eyes. "D-dad!" I stammered, dropping the book to the floor and scrambling up the bed to hide myself under the covers. He bent down to retrieve the book, licking his lips as his eyes glossed over the page I had been so enamoured with seconds earlier. "Now, now" he murmured, looking back up at my trembling body, "don't play shy now. No good, innocent girl would be looking at a book like this. What were you planning on doing, Grace, if I hadn't walked in?" his eyes raked my body through the covers with undisguised desire. "I hadn't realised you were that

Back to the present, after staring over my reflection in the mirror one last time, I grabbed the food pack I'd prepared this morning–chicken casserole, his favorite. Today would be different. I was sure of it. The drive to Blackwood Empire took fifteen minutes. I hummed a reggae tune under my breath while tapping at the steering with excitement. When I got to his office on the ninth floor, his secretary looked up, startled. "Ms. Lila, I don't think he's—" I walked past her and pushed his office door open. Jason sat at his desk, a glass in his hand. Eyes red, hair messy, heavy bags under his eyes. What the heck?

Jason blinked once, slowly. His body was still on fire from her touch, blood still pulsing hard from the feel of her straddling him. Her panties were soaked against the thin fabric of his boxers. Her hair framed her face like a halo, her lips slightly parted, and whether from exertion or anger, he couldn’t tell. But her eyes… Her eyes were cold and dead. “I don’t have a mistress,” Jason said carefully, his voice low and controlled, thinking fast. “You know that.”