Connor X Gavin Novels & Stories

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************

He sees me before Cain but he’s already got questions of his own. “Mathew Connor was asking directions to your house in town earlier, why?” He has to crunch on glass before he comes to his senses. I watch his eyes widen in horror. “Mathew Connor?” Cain asks. “Who the fuck is Mathew Connor?” I have no idea who Mathew Connor is. No idea at all. “He was in my books a few years back,” Brian says. “From a broken family in Gloucester, a nasty piece of work. Violent.”

Unexpected change in POV'S here, but it's necessery for what happens next. Please bare with me dear reader. Xoxo LISA'S POV It's my turn,” I said. Smiling down at Gabby as she totally wrecked. I meant it. Her husband's, Connor's eyes went dark as he pushed off the armchair. His cock swung as he walked. Thick and hard and leaking a bead of precum that stretched into a thin string before snapping. Then he reached the bed and lowered himself over me.

Connor frowns and locked gaze with Xander inside the packhouse. Play along! Xander commands him through mind-link. Xander, it’s a capital crime pretending to be the alpha prince! Connor argues. I permit you! I’d rather not! Connor declined. Xander sighed. Fine! Do as you please! “Alpha prince?” The man called still holding Connor’s hand in a handshake. Connor blinked and return his attention back to the man. “I’m alpha Derek” he touched another man standing by his left hand side. “This is my beta, Matt!”

Gavin comforted all the influential and wealthy guests with his calm voice. Ryan suddenly chuckled. “Dad, just tell them the truth. Now that Gavin has shown the cloven hoof, he’ll appear together with his gang this time. We can jump at this opportunity to round them up in one fell swoop.” The living room echoed with his eerie laughter, causing more people to feel uneasy for no reason. “Minister Mead, are you sure you’re infallible?” Finn approached Gavin nervously. Gavin glowered at him. Before he could speak, a commotion suddenly arose behind him.

It couldn’t have been on purpose… right? “So how’s the wrist?” Davis asks, scooching over and patting the spot beside him on his bunk. We’re all getting ready for bed after a long day of training, which I missed half of due to my injury. Boyd’s bunk is across from mine and Davis’, and Connor has the bottom. We got to know Connor a little better at the bar on Saturday and it turns out he’s a really nice guy. He’s from Reid’s pack in Stillwater. Connor’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, facing us, and leans forward a little to watch as I sink down next to Davis and extend my wrist forward, twisting it around.

Some brushed it away on the harshness of the overhead lights; others assumed it was the excitement of choosing his life mate; his Beta and Gamma knew the truth, though, and stood silently beside him in solidarity. "Arial O'Connor...Vengence pack, Narelle Cortez...Moon Valley pack, and Phoenix Grimmer...Howling warrior pack, if you would do me the honor of allowing me an hour each of your time, I would like to get to know you better, everyone else. Thank you for your time; please enjoy our hospitality for the night and catch up with friends. Thank you." Realizing that the bile was, in fact, going to exit his throat any second, Connor shoved the mic at the closest person he could see and bolte

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

“Too late. You’re smiling at your phone like you’re in a N*****x rom-com.” “I’m blocking you.” “Mhm. Sure. You adding him back or what?” I tap accept before I can overthink it. “There. Happy?” “Very.” She stretches and hops off the bed. “Alright, I’m brushing my teeth before I pass out. Try not to fall in love before midnight.” “No promises,” I mutter. “MAXIME.” She leaves laughing while I sit there staring at my phone like an idiot. A second later, Connor posts a story—shirtless locker room selfie, damp hair, cocky grin. Of course he does.

As soon as we approached the large group of men, a very tall young man with messy blonde hair and a highly friendly smile separated himself from the team and walked directly toward us. "It is incredibly nice to finally meet you in person, Megan, because Connor has absolutely not stopped talking about you since yesterday afternoon," the friendly blonde man said happily, extending his large hand toward me. "My name is Liam Hayes, and I am the starting goalie for the team as well as Connor's best friend." "It is very nice to meet you too, Liam, and I am glad Connor has such a supportive friend on the roster," I replied politely, releasing Connor's hand briefly so I could shake Liam's hand in a