Connor X Markus Novels & Stories

I braced my body for his physical impact, but his hands never actually touched me. Before Caleb could close the distance between us, a very tall, broad-shouldered man stepped directly between us and completely blocked Caleb’s path. I immediately recognized the dark hair and the massive physical build of Connor Blake, the highly respected captain of the college ice hockey team. Connor stood completely still, displaying a calm but incredibly dangerous presence that made Caleb freeze instantly in his tracks. "Is there a specific reason why you are harassing my girlfriend on the public sidewalk, Mercer?" Connor asked, his voice sounding incredibly cold and entirely steady.

Markus 's gaze shifted to my bandaged hand, and he took it in his as he frowned. "What happened to your hand?" he demanded, his glare shifting to Tristan . Despite my feeble attempt to conceal the hickey, Markus 's eyes trailed down to my neck, and his frown deepened upon spotting it. I could sense Tristan's satisfaction at his victory as Markus finally identified the mark. "Well, goodbye. See you at work tomorrow," Markus gritted through his teeth as Tristan slammed the door shut in his face. "Finally, he can stay away from you," Tristan sighed, a smirk of sweet victory playing on his lips.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

Sure enough, buried among a stack of completed emails was my application to leave the pack. His signature was right there, plain as day. The date was the same day we ran into each other at the pack administration office. That day, all of Marcus's attention had been on Clara. He hadn't even bothered to ask why I had come to the administration office in the first place. Thinking back to the sudden, unexplained tightness in his chest a few days earlier, he finally understood. That had been the moment the mate bond was severed. Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead.

she asked again, quieter, her voice laced with the strain of holding back. He leaned closer—holding that cruel inch of space—but the proximity made her skin burn, as if his essence pressed against her without mercy. “My name,” he said, “is Malachor.” The sound pierced her, not echoing but entering deep, ripping through her spine and settling hot in her chest. Elizabeth gasped sharply, her hands gripping the table as waves of sensation crashed over her—down her back, into her core, making her pussy flood with slick warmth. Her heart pounded wildly, breath ragged and fast. Terror blazed bright, but beneath it, her body arched subtly, craving the dominance he exuded, the power that restrained h

No, no, no. My vision swam for a moment, and I grabbed the edge of the bed to keep myself grounded. “They’re waiting?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why? Why would they…?” Mara gripped my hand tightly then, her own shaking slightly. “Elara… Lucius… he told the council something.” “What did he say?” I breathed, already knowing it couldn’t be good. She paused again, then finally said it. “He told them… you slept with another man.”

Liora gasped softly, her body arching into Christen’s touch, as if she could sense what was about to happen. Christen’s wolf mark seared into Liora’s skin, a bond eternal and unbreakable. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a brand that marked Liora as his and his alone. Liora’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the heat of the mark spreading through her. Her body trembled, not in fear, but in surrender, her trust in Christen absolute. “You’re mine,” Christen murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. His lips brushed against Liora’s ear, his breath warm and inviting. “Forever.”

"What I know, what Connor knows—it's about who you were supposed to be. And why someone made sure you never became her." The journal lay between us, pages spread like accusations. Seven red X marks on the map. Seven locations. I traced them with my finger—the brewery, my apartment, the pack house, the training grounds, the old archive building, the medical center, and one location I didn't recognize, deep in the forest where pack members rarely went. "This last mark," I said. "What's there?" Maya stood abruptly. "I need to call Connor. Tell him to come back early."

A pained groan escaped my lips as I sank to the ground, clutching my head. “B–bastard.” I gritted out in pain, already aware that it was none other than Connor. He stood in front of me, and I was unsurprised to see that the face in front of me matched the one I had seen in the picture a few days earlier. Connor held a wooden stick with a smug smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with malice and mischief. “So we finally meet. The famous fiance. I’m Connor. It’s nice to meet you, Jeremy Hale.” He taunted, extending his hand towards me.

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.