Connor Kenway X Reader Novels & Stories

I confirmed, letting his casual way of addressing me slide. Sometimes it irritated me to be reminded with every sentence that I was the one in charge and my loyal warriors knew that. She was a good-looking woman and I knew concern for her unborn offspring would make her compliant. I could keep my dick wet with her in the absence of Rose, starting now. “Please … ” “Open wide,” I told her. “You’re going to deep throat me and swallow my cum.” Her shriek of outrage was music to my ears. * Connor’s POV

Beneath the familiar trace of Lena was something I hadn't noticed before. Wolf. Not fully. But enough. I stepped closer. She immediately straightened. “What are you doing?” “Checking something.” “I don't like being checked.” “I know.” I reached for her wrist. She let me this time. The second our skin touched, the bond surged. A pulse moved through me. Not mine. Hers. For a fraction of a second I saw what she had seen. Dark water. Trees. A woman running through the rain. Then a flash of silver eyes.

“We both know you’re not going to. Because I can smell how wet you are from here, sweetheart. I can see the way you’re pressing your thighs together. You’ve thought about this. Fantasized about it. Wondered what it would be like to get taken by men who know exactly what they’re doing.” “I – ” “Connor’s a boy.” His free hand slides up my bare thigh, beneath the hem of my sundress, and I should push him away, I should scream, I should run – but I don’t. I don’t move. I barely breathe. “He fumbles around, gets himself off, leaves you wet and frustrated. Right?” Fuck. His fingers find my panties. Find the soaked fabric. Find the undeniable evidence of my body’s betrayal. “Jesus Christ,” he breat

An awkward sensation keeps on crawling from the nape of Connor when looking into his dark brown eyes. It is saying too many unresolved questions from his head. Connor’s hands are crawling from his abs up to his jawline—cupping each of it firmly. His touches are sleek from the way he seduces his collateral husband. “I am also looking for a partner. . . Nonetheless, you are not the one I am aiming—“ He stops from uttering his words when the lips of Connor crashes onto him. Like the soft duvet—his lips are not the way he tastes before. The CEO is speaking the truth when he said he is liking him in the first place. Even his eyes are widening in shock.

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

She gave a rueful smile in the end. “I second her,” I told Ty. “If Daniel and I were to end even after a few months or so, it’ll be pretty hard for me to deal with too.” I wrapped my arms around Ty from her right while Ken did so from the left. “So don’t worry about it anymore. I’m pretty sure Connor won’t come near you anymore, especially after he sobers up and realizes what he’s done-“ “Yeah, that’s something I wanted to ask too,” Ken interrupted. “Has he been physically violent with you before this?”

She asks. "You know I did," Ken confesses. Ken tilts his head back, and they go on an intense, passionate show of affection in front of Connor and me, hands reaching across chests, lips locking, and tongues touching—the works. Watching them does something to me...I admit, and I risk glancing at Connor, but he has his head buried in the files that Ken gave him. Groaning inwardly, I take my seat again. "Get a room you two," I grumble.

She held my face in her hands and lifted my chin so I looked her in the eyes. There was a determined set to her jaw and a tiny sparkle in her eye as she opened her mouth and said, “I, Haven Kenway, accept you, Wesley Stone, as my mate.” I dropped my forehead to rest against hers as I took in a shaky breath, tears pooling in my eyes. My hands came out of my pockets and my arms wrapped around her, pulling her into me, clinging to her like I was a drowning man and she was a raft. Her arms came around my neck and I breathed in her scent, her scent that told me she was mine.

He'd read about omegas whose bodies rejected their bonds so violently that it caused heart problems, liver failure, systemic breakdowns. Or— *No. Don't think about it. Don't even let the word form.* But it was there anyway, lurking at the edges of his consciousness. The other possibility. The one he'd been refusing to acknowledge. Around 3 PM, Kieran grabbed his phone and texted Maya: "Love you. You know that, right?" Her response came within seconds: "Of course. Are you okay? That's weird even for you." "I'm fine. Just wanted you to know."

The man had no idea yet how acquainted I was with his daughter. There were a lot of glaring reasons why I should not keep fucking the girl, but there were also a lot of reasons why I should. Keira was the most assertive woman I had ever met and it was attractive as hell. I did not know how much longer I could keep my professional life away from my sex life, but the line between those two aspects was getting really thinner with each passing day.