Dbh Connor X Reader Novels & Stories

I heard sniffles; some of them might have been crying. Connor showed no hint of remorse. I doubted he had a single fiber of it in his body. He blinked as a trail of blood made a thin streak down his temple. "None of you want to see this traitor's true identity? You don't want to know if he is the enemy I have been chasing for the past decade?" Connor took two storming strides toward Raisa, who merely lifted her chin in faint disgust when he stopped with two inches between their faces. "You don't want to watch me break him? If you do, I would consider your proposal."

Ryan asked and Connor scoffed. "I am off to my room." He said and Ryan snorted. "Sleep tight." He said through the mind link. Connor pulled off his shirt and slumped down on the bed. He covered his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to pin point what was baffling him exactly. What was it? What was it? What was... That back? He does not know why he felt weird while informing the pack of their new Luna. It was as if he was doing to the wrong thing.

Where we? I took a few steps backwards and mirrorly, Damian took a few steps forwards circling around Connor whilst his eyes were locked on mine. His gaze was so hot that it burnt my eyes. They started to water. I blinked a few times to get the blur off. It looked like Damian was going to rip Connor's bones apart any moment from now. Connor whimpered with every step Damian made, his head held low. His hair had cast a slight shadow on his face. I couldn't make out his expression. Only God knows what Connor must be feeling right now. It's all my fault. I looked over to Christian and Andrew for help, they both just shrugged.

“Hell no. Are you crazy? Jax is gonna murder you.” Nora whirled on Connor, glare sharp even though her pulse was still hammering from Drew’s kiss. “It’s none of his business—” But Connor’s face was right there. Close enough that she could see a faint scar through one eyebrow, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, the heat in those blue eyes that had gone dark and hungry. He smelled like cedar and adrenaline and something that made her stomach flip.

Elias’s hand, heavy and possessive on the small of my back. The enigmatic smile of the woman who had whispered something in my ear that I couldn't quite recall. The suffocating darkness of the corridor. Then, the sudden, jarring wakefulness of the car ride here, Jaxon’s presence a grounding force beside me. I shouldn't have let it happen. I knew the risks, the tangled web of pack politics and old blood, yet the memory of him filling me. The raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes sent a traitorous spark of heat through my belly.