Connor Kenway Height Novels & Stories

None of these men was worth giggling over, in fact now that they had Cassie, it was time they left. “Caleb.” A booming voice that reverberated round the house caught Kennedy’s attention and she turned to the foot of the stairs, where some blond giant of a man seemed to be giving Caleb a death glare. She knew she had been using the term ‘giant’ to describe these men, but this time, this man fit the description to the T. He beat Rinaldi’s 6ft4” height by at least three inches and was anything but lean; sturdy legs reminding her of tree trunks were encased in dark jeans, those biceps he had inconspicuously hidden in a grey cotton Henley shirt looked like they could crush steel, a wide chest th

"That's the way we like it. You're small enough to fit perfectly between us." Kevin pulled his wife to him, cradling her to his chest. He was a grand total of 5'11", maybe hitting the 6-foot mark. His gorgeous wife was no more than 5'6", and he was very right that I would fit perfectly between them. The vision alone made it worth the comments about me being Tinker Bell. -

I said, surprised. The color remained in my cheeks as his eyes traveled over my small athletic breasts and the curve of my stomach, lingered on my crotch, tracked down my long legs, and finally returned to my face. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I asked, "How about you?" "Six foot three," he said. He turned to Kenny. "Your wife is fucking hot. You're a lucky son of a bitch." "Well..." Kenny said. He ran a hand over his forehead, as he always did when he was nonplussed.

His wolf glowed in his eyes, proof of how close to losing control he was. Vin looked down his nose at Connor. It was not an easy thing to do, considering they were almost the same build and height. Connor could bet Vin was an enforcer, or at least a well-trained soldier of the Ice lake pack. The man had the arrogance that came from winning too many fights. Connor was very familiar with it.

Lane says, walking up behind him and slapping my father on the shoulder. “One of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time,” my father says, smiling at him. Well, that’s unexpected. “Me too. Your pack has a completely different fighting style than what we have, Ken. It’s pretty awesome! I feel like I’m back in pup school learning how to fight all over again,” Connor says. He’s at least not limping. “You’re not the only one. Your brother is deadly,” Kelvin says to me walking in with Connor.

The man was about six feet tall—a foot taller than my dad and three inches shorter than Declan. His face wasn’t one I recognized, but I knew he was important. His salt-and-pepper hair was silver at the temples, and deep wrinkles covered his skin. Yet he stood with the sturdy back of an Alpha. His chest puffed up with deep breaths, his shoulders backed, and his head held high. “It’s over,” Connor said as he approached. “All the hunters are dead.” My father nodded, understanding this victory would come at a substantial cost. Many of our men died or were injured today. Those who survived would always carry the scars of what they had witnessed and experienced.

Kane. He was 7ft tall, with broad shoulders and an easy grace. His hair was dark, slightly tousled, and his eyes—his eyes were the most piercing shade of blue I'd ever seen, like looking into a clear winter sky. He had a strong jaw, a slight smile that seemed to know secrets, and an overall presence that was both calming and… something else. Something I couldn't name. "Killian!" Kane rose, crossing the room in a few long strides. The two men clasped hands and pulled into a brief, back-slapping hug. "It's been too long, old friend."

The outline of his thick cock in those sweatpants made my mouth water. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. I obeyed without thinking, crawling to the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of him. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Ken pushed his sweatpants down. His massive cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins bulging along the shaft, the fat head already leaking precum. It was even bigger up close — easily nine inches and incredibly girthy. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

“Your dad must be wondering why we’re taking so long anyway…” As I started down the stairs to the foyer, I realized Connor might have had so much on his plate that he hadn't even noticed the time. There were 12, maybe even more, men scattered around the room, all of them huge, wearing sunglasses and suits, but Connor was talking to the only woman among them. The first thing I noticed about her was her height—well over six foot four, almost reaching Connor's height, which was rare. She had black hair that fell in waves to her ear, where there were what looked like headphones, though I doubted they were for listening to music.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded, avoiding his gaze. Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression. I switched to a longer tape and requested, "Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway." As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6'3'' tall. I was lucky to be 5'8'' myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him. I finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit unsure.