Connor X Hank Novels & Stories

But the look on Devon's face soon calmed me again, only to send the blood heating in my veins. "Oh my, I hope Hank looks at me like that." Cierra fanned herself and grinned as my cheeks heated up. I couldn't look away from him. I wonder if he knew that his eyes gave away everything? I finally blinked and when I looked again he was talking to his brothers. "Oh damn I'm jumping Connor tonight." "As if you'd have to, the man can't keep his hands off you." "You've got a point Vanessa but good heavens did you see that look? Who knew Devon had it in him?"

"What do we have here?" "Two she-wolves, boss. Both connected to Alpha Cole Grant." The tattooed man gestures at me. "But this one? She's connected to Shawn Black." The older man's eyes sharpen with interest. He moves closer, studying me with the intensity of a predator sizing up prey. Then he inhales, just like the other rogue did, and his expression shifts into something predatory. "Shawn Black," he repeats slowly. "Yes. I can smell him on you. Very thoroughly on you." His smile is cold. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hank. Shawn's business partner."

—Damn it, Maximo, tell me you didn't take any drugs or use any spells on yourself because I think I've lost you already. —If I told you what happened, you wouldn't believe me,— I said, looking at him. —Put me to the test,— Connor said, looking at me very seriously. —I had sex with Hannia last night,— I said excitedly. —Hannia, you had sex with Hannia; we are talking about Xander's sister, the one who went to Paris, that's the one? —Connor asked me over and over again. —Congratulations, I never doubted you, my brother, so she's back, and she'll be our luna?—he asked me.

“He’s fine with giving you time to think about it. But while you do, he’ll talk to his contacts and see if he can dig up information on the senator and his cousin.” I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and kiss his chin. “I know you’re both right. I guess I just need to muster up the courage to talk about it. It was already hard enough to talk to you.” “I understand.” He mutters gently before he reaches for the remote. “Until then, how about I educate you on why John Wick is such a badass?” Giving him a resigned sigh, I settle against his chest and mutter. “Put it on.” Come morning, I decide to grow a pair of ovaries and agree to meet with Jaxon. I’m slipping on my scarred combat boots whe

he said. I heard the smile in his voice as he leaned over my shoulder to twist the doorknob and push inwards. It swung open without hesitation, and I was blasted by the smell of spilled alcohol and sweat that made me wince. The guy behind me chuckled. “You don’t come to these kinds of things?” he asked, stepping around me when I didn’t answer immediately to catch a glimpse of my face. I looked up in time to lock eyes with Connor Holden. If the Sanguis Pack’s hierarchy worked like high school, then Connor was one of its golden boys: Handsome, with messy, dark blond hair and a leanly-muscled frame that never failed to attract eyes when he was training in the fields.

He uttered with a smirk on his lips as he stared at me. "By the way, you look sexy," He winked at me, and my heart almost stopped working. "Let me introduce myself to you. You may need the name to moan later," He winked at me as he stood up to his feet and covered the distance between us. "My name is Connor Hughes... Connor is moanable, yeah?" He bit my earlobe as he whispered in my ear, and my abdomen twitched as I felt adrenaline pumping hard in my body. Mr. Connor Hughes is the popular CEO of Connor Empire, a company that majors in modeling. We met at the club last night, exchanged numbers after we had a drink together, and scheduled to meet up today, and here we are now.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Connor shot her a glance, eyes sharp with contempt, then stood abruptly. He walked to the balcony and made a phone call. Within five minutes, five burly men stepped into the room. With a cold expression, Connor pointed to Hannah, who by now was writhing under the drug's influence, her body trembling, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. "Her," he said flatly. "Do whatever you want with her." "Yes, Sir," one of the men replied.

I turned to Connor with an apologetic look. “Sorry. She’s… not usually like this.” “I don’t mind,” he said calmly. “She’s interesting.” “Interesting is not the word I would use.” He chuckled lightly. Then his expression shifted slightly as he looked at me more carefully. “So,” he said. “You and Xavier. It’s real?” My chest tightened. I hesitated. Then nodded. “Yes.” I barely finished speaking before the atmosphere shifted. Cold. Familiar. Xavier. “Connor Leroy.”

“Connor, I don’t get it. Explain it to me. Why did you kill my dad? Why go after Han? What did Han even do to you?” “That old man?” Connor sneered. “Always patting me on the back like I was some damn project. ‘Oh, Connor, you’re doing so well, I’m proud of you,’” he mocked, his voice dripping with bitterness. “Han was his little lapdog. He knew too much, started sniffing around me.” “No, he didn’t. You’re paranoid,” Bella shot back. Connor laughed, cold and sharp. “The first time I saw you, changing the subject, fresh out of med school, God, you were stunning. I fell for you, dreamed about you. And then that bastard Lucas swooped in. Don’t worry, his time’s coming.”