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

enjoying letting Frankie fuck me, and you seem to think you’re an expert. Show me. Fuck me now and let me practice.”
    He smiled, his amusement irritating. “I already did.”
    “That was not a fuck.”
    “I’m not Frankie.”
    “No. He disgusts me. But fear and disgust are close enough, right?”
    “You’re afraid of me?”
    “Of course I am. You’re a werewolf.”
    He frowned. “Shifter.”
    “Whatever.”
    His eyes searched her face. She did all she could to appear calm, but her heart was racing and she knew he could hear it.
    “Sex is a deep thing, Casey. You don’t want to go giving it out to just anyone.”
    “Sex is unimportant,” she said quickly, beginning to lose her nerve. “The only thing that matters is acting like I enjoy it. If I can do that with you, then I can do it with Frankie.”
    “Ah,” he said, understanding lighting his eyes. “We’re both monsters.”
    “So?” she said, the wall holding her up as her knees trembled.
    For a moment that lasted forever, Connor stared at her, his eyes probing hers, their blue-green depths deeper than the sea, his thoughts just as unfathomable.
    Finally, he cocked an eyebrow.
    “Should I shift first?” he asked, and his fangs slid out.
    “No!” she didn’t yell, but he got the message. His fangs slid back in, and he laughed.
    “Very well.” He reached for her belt and began to loosen it. The button and zipper on her jeans followed, his hands gentle enough to lull into her into a sense of safety. “You’re sure?” he said.
    She took a shaky breath, meeting the heat in his eyes with her own. “Just get it over with.”
    He grinned and leaned toward her. She froze. His breath was warm in her ear when he spoke. “You’re supposed to act like you’re enjoying it.”
    Shit. They’d barely started and already she was a scared mess. Still leaning against the wall, Casey yanked Connor’s belt off and unbuttoned his jeans. She hesitated only a moment before sliding her hand into his pants and finding him, hard and huge.
    His growl in her ear did odd things to her. On the one hand, she was terrified he would shift and devour her, and on the other, his voice sent heat into her belly and all she wanted was his mouth on her.
    “Better,” he said. “How should we play this?” His hand slipped inside the back of her shorts, cupping her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks. “Slow and sensual or fast and rough?”
    She was having a hard time catching her breath. “Fast,” she said, her voice breathy. Frankie could back in at any moment and then they’d really be fucked. “Make it fast.”
    “You got it.” He yanked her shorts down over her boots, leaving those on, and opened her shirt. He glanced down at her unmoving hand in his jeans. “Do better than that, love.”
    She squeezed him, feeling him throb in her hand. His breath caught, and a smile ghosted his lips. “Come on, Casey” he growled. “Convince me you want it.”
    She slid her hand up and down, milking him. He shook his head, glaring at her. “I’m not convinced.”
    “What the fuck do you want from me? I thought I was supposed to be giving up control? Let him have his way with me?”
    “All right,” he said, and he pushed her thighs apart. She gasped as he thrust his fingers into her hard enough that he lifted her feet off the ground for a moment. “Your turn, Miss Keene.”
    He pumped his fingers hard and fast. She matched his rhythm, coaxing a quiet groan from him. Triumph made her smile, but it didn’t last long.
    Connor bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and she jerked in his arm. She arched back, swallowing her moan. If he kept that up, she thought, she would come just from his tongue on her breast.
    As if he could read her mind, Connor lifted his head, his grin devious. His fingers left her, and she whimpered. When he smiled she saw his fangs, four of them, huge and sharp. Fear spiked through her, but she had no words as he turned her so she faced