Connor Kenway X Reader Novels & Stories

I open it and get my phone which I’ll need to charge once I find my charger. I open the screen and see a text from Connor. Connor: Hello, my twin. I’m checking up on you to see how you’re doing. I know Dad is desperate to hear that you’re okay, but he won’t call. I, on the other hand, have no such qualms about checking on you. How are you? Are you okay? Me: I’m good. Well, better than good. I’m a marked and mated woman now. Connor: And you’re happy? I know you’ve always wanted Quirin. But it’s different loving someone from afar versus giving yourself to them.

Annah's eyes trailed the shoes and slowly moved up to the face of the owner, going from the bottom to the up. Then, reality hit her as her instincts immediately told her that her dream was about to become a reality. She got the shock of her life as she almost jumped up from the bed in surprise. Her blue eyes snapped at the beautiful man in front of her, taking in his entire appearance. He was tall with board shoulders and had a large intimidating frame. His eyes were dark paired with black hair, that seemed like it was roughly combed by his noble fingers. It gave him the typical cliché alpha look from all those werewolf stories books but at the same time, there was a strong aura around him t

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

CONNOR Before he realized what was happening, Connor's erect cock was free, and Arial was sinking her sweet pussy down on him. There was a brief whimper of pain from the she-wolf as her virginity was taken, but she handled it like a pro, grinding her hips in a figure 8 as she rode him for all he was worth. If he was going to choose anyone as a Luna, it would have been Arial anyway, so forcing himself to relax and closing off any intrusive thoughts, Connor grabbed her by her hips pulling her closer to him as he thrust up like a piston.

"Tonight... your she-wolf sleeps inside my master room." "Before your boots leave for the overseas valleys, my body will let your arms use my chest as a warm bolster." Meanwhile, after my fingers hang up the phone, my eyes notice Connor has not yet returned to our master bedroom. So my feet go to look for his massive frame in the grand study room, sitting down close beside his thigh on the wooden bench. "How come your heavy eyes still aren't sleeping under the furs, Alpha?" "It seems Jordyn Knox and Jordan Reed are officially running as mates now," I murmur, leaning my cheek against Connor’s broad shoulder as my eyes look down at the heavy territory document held in his large hands.

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

He felt her breath hitch. "Open." "Open your eyes," "Look at me, babe." She obeyed, slowly opening her eyes. "I know you want this. I want this too. I want you so bad. I don't know to what extent I'm going to be able to control myself but just say the word if you want me to stop" Connor didn't wait for her to give any response before he started caressing her body while showering kisses behind her ear, down to her neck area.

I said. “Do you ever think of anything else, Woman?” Connor asked me. “No. Apparently, all I ever think about is having your cock in me all day, everyday.” I said as I pulled him in for a kiss. “You are becoming too wild to handle. How can a person be so Simple and Sweet and so innocent, yet so wild, dangerous and corrupt?” Connor asked before returning my kiss. “No one does it better than Alannah Campbell.” I answered, shoving my hands down his trousers and grabbing his huge already hard and ready dick.

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

But I’m too busy replaying it in my mind—the lazy slouch against the wall, the way his messy brown hair kept falling into his eyes, those eyes sharp and reckless and hungry when they landed on me. The way he said “Hater,” like he was tasting it for the first time. Simone opens her mouth for another snarky comment, but she doesn’t get the chance. Across the living room, in the swirl of bodies and bad decisions, Connor is watching me. There’s a cocky half-grin tugging at his mouth as he jerks his chin at the stairs—a wordless, arrogant summons. My pulse stutters, “yes” already blooming in my chest.