Free Dogfight (Alpha MC: The McKinnon Brothers Book 1) by Alana Hart, Allison Teller

shoulders and neck like a boxer’s. And to know that that body contained the kind of power a werewolf must possess was terrifying.
    “You can’t leave,” he said simply, meeting her eyes with his cold ones.
    “Why not? What do you care?”
    “I don’t. But, Frankie will catch you. And if you run, he might call in more of his men to help find you. I have a job to do and it doesn’t include a fight with his entire crew. Just Frankie, and any witnesses.”
    She stared at him, comprehension darkening her thoughts. “Me?”
    He only stared at her, his eyes unreadable.
    She glared at him. “If you’re going to kill me anyway, why not just let Frankie do it? Why not kill me now?”
    She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
    “All right,” he said and started toward her.
    She backed away, into the wall. Connor reached her, and wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. Was she going to die now? All because of her stupid, bleeding heart. Who was she kidding? She was Casey Keene, and she wouldn’t go down without a fight.
    She dropped her bag, ready to take him on, but Connor grabbed her hands and squeezed her throat a little tighter. His face was close to hers and she watched, in horror, as his fangs slid into view.
    “Not ready to die?” the growl in his voice was more prominent, deeper and less human. He released her, but stayed close, too close. “Don’t worry, I haven’t decided if I’m going to kill you yet.”
    “Why not?” Shut up, Casey, she thought.
    He shrugged. “The alphas will demand I kill you, and I’ve never disobeyed an order. I’ve been feeling rebellious lately.”
    “Really?”
    He smiled down at her. “Maybe. Maybe I’m hoping you’ll try to convince me.”
    It took her a moment to catch on, and when she did, an actual spark of hope flared in her. It made her sick, but if she had used sex to gain access to Frankie’s life, she wasn’t below using it to save hers.
    But he laughed, the sound quiet and deep. “You want to live?”
    “Of course I do.”
    “Then it’s not me you have to convince.”
    She glanced out the window, wondering where Frankie had got to and hoping he never came back. “I can’t.” Her voice sounded small.
    “You have to. He’ll kill you if you don’t.”
    She glared at him. “Why do you care?”
    His eyes bore into hers, searching for… what? He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t. But I went to a lot of trouble to get you here. Would be a waste of my time if you just gave up or got caught running.”
    He didn’t care. Why would he? She didn’t care about him. She was going to leave him here at Frankie’s mercy. But he wouldn’t have been at Frankie’s mercy; he was a fucking werewolf. The man could handle himself.
    “Tell me what to do,” she said, resigned.
    “No more fighting?”
    “Just tell me.”
    “Act like he’s the only man you’ve ever loved and let him fuck your brains out.”
    She frowned. “You are so tactless.”
    “No room for tact in sex, love.”
    She looked at him quickly, the endearment catching her off guard, but his face was a mask of indifference.
    “It might not work.”
    “No, but what else can you do?”
    There was no way she was going to be able to do this. Faking it when they were miles and miles away, so far from the horror, was easier than faking it when the scent of death hung in the air.
    Connor stood before her, watching the thoughts run through her head. Was he really a werewolf? Who was she more afraid of, Connor, the monster who seemed to, for whatever reason, be trying to help her, or Frankie, the murderer, the psychopath?
    Even without his fangs, Connor sent fear spiking into her belly. Or was that something else? But she hated Frankie. Connor was myth. Frankie was real evil.
    She could die if that’s what Frankie decided. Maybe Connor could help her.
    “Show me,” she said.
    “Pardon?”
    She squared her shoulders, meeting those eyes. “I have to pretend I’m