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

the wall, her hands reaching out to hold herself up. He spread her legs and he drove himself inside.
    They froze, as her body swallowed him. Casey had had sex plenty of times, with many different men. She enjoyed sex, enjoyed taking over, pushing them down and being in control. But with Connor pulsing inside her, his fangs bared as he gritted his teeth, she felt an animalistic desire to be taken, mounted, fucked.
    She pressed herself back, against him, and was rewarded with a low growl.
    Connor lifted her around the waist, still inside her, and dropped her on all fours on the bed. She arched her back, spreading for him.
    Frankie, the disgusting man that he was, had mirrors around the room, and Casey lifted her head to see herself reflected in one, Connor behind her. He caught her eye in the mirror.
    And then he moved. As promised, he was fast, and rough, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pushed deep inside, and she moaned. Before the sound could get farther than her throat, Connor bent over her and slapped a hand over her mouth.
    “Shh,” he said in her ear, his voice quiet and shaking. “Don’t make a sound.”
    She watched in the mirror as his hips smacked against her ass, he pulled her head back against his shoulder, and his mouth opened, his fangs grazing her neck and shoulder.
    It shouldn’t be like this, she thought; he terrified her. He wasn’t human. Yet, she felt her response building as he quickened his pace, slamming harder into her, bringing tears to her eyes from the exquisite pain of it.
    She had been very, very wrong about rough sex. Or maybe, it was the man behind her?
    It happened in a small explosion. Connor bite into her shoulder, drawing blood, and she fell apart. Her orgasm ripped through her. She bit his hand, hearing him growl in response, the sound so inhuman, and yet so sexual. She felt him tense as she came down from her climax, his own ripping through him, spilling inside her.
    Shit. They hadn’t used a condom.
    He pulled out and stepped away. Casey sat, squeezing her legs together, feeling the heat of him inside her. She should go take a bath, try to get as much out as she could.
    Instead, she touched her shoulder, and her fingers came away bloody. She stared at him in horror.
    “I didn’t bite deep enough.” His voice was ragged, spent. He buttoned himself back into his jeans and ran a hand through his hair. “You do that with Frankie, you might just convince him.”
    She’d forgotten that she was supposed to give herself up to Frankie Sway. Maybe it had been easy to do it with Connor, for reasons she wasn’t prepared to think about, but there was no way she was going to be able to do that Frankie, the murdering bastard.
    But, she nodded, not meeting Connor’s intense eyes.
    He returned the nod and left. Leaving her alone, bloodied, stinking of sex, and sick with what she had just done.
    Before Frankie could come in and start something with her, she ran to the bathroom, started the shower, tore off her shirt and boots, and climbed in, letting the hot water scald her skin.
     
    Chapter Nineteen
     
    Connor took a two-minute shower in the main bathroom, getting the smell of sex off of him. He didn’t need to alert Frankie to anything suspicious before he figured out what he was going to do. He toweled off and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
    Part of him felt sick. Part of him felt nothing. Part of him felt something he didn’t understand.
    He had sealed Casey’s fate when he’d had sex with her, bitten her. She wouldn’t turn, he hadn’t lied about that, but if the alphas, or anyone from his pack got near her, they would know, they would sense it. She could shower for days, and they would still be able to smell and feel that he had bitten her, spilled himself inside her.
    She knew about him, about his pack, and they wouldn’t let that go. He would do it himself and make it quick. Hell, he could fuck her again and kill her mid-orgasm. She could die happy.