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

those last moments all he wanted was to put his mouth between her legs and taste her.
    He’d told himself as he leaned over her that he’d done it to help her. Frankie wouldn’t be nice if he decided to use sex to find out who Casey really was, and Connor was positive Frankie would use sex. Rough, angry, painful sex. Much more so than the generous orgasm Connor had just given her.
    But truthfully, he’d done it because he wanted to. He wanted to stick it to the alphas. He wanted to break through her control, shut her up. He wanted to feel her come. And he had. Being what he was he felt things more deeply. He’d felt her heart as it swelled. Felt the desire on her skin, the fear when his fangs emerged, pricking her delicate skin.
    That had been an accident. It had been a while since he shifted, and for a moment he lost control. But she wouldn’t know any better.
    He dropped back into his own seat, wiping his fingers on his jeans, leaving her to fix herself.
    For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the roof. And then she pulled the handle, the seat jerking her upright, fastened her belt and rebuttoned her shirt. He could still hear her heart racing, but now it was from rage, not lust.
    He shouldn’t have done that. Once Frankie got a hold of her, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Frankie believed it was Casey who’d been hacking into his computer, at least until Connor found the evidence the alphas needed. If he managed to finish the job before Frankie killed her, then she could go on her merry way, doing whatever it was Casey Keene was out to do.
    But, if Frankie got to her before Connor could get to him… well, he could at least hope it would be quick.
    Casey crossed her arms and glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”
    “I’ve heard.” He kept his eyes on his mirrors.
    “Why’d you do that?”
    “Because you let me.”
    He felt rather than saw her face flush.
    “I didn’t let you.”
    “Didn’t hear you telling me to stop.” He met her eyes then. Hers were bright green, like new foliage in the beginning of summer. He liked them, and he didn’t want to. Right now they were narrowed at him, anger coming off her in waves.
    “What if Frankie decides to use sex on you ?” she spat. “He’s not picky about gender. He could try to rape you into telling him why you’re really there.”
    He grinned. “Did you want to give me a taste of what he might do to me? I doubt you could handle it, but I’m more than willing to let you try.”
    She pressed her lips together. “You don’t care if Frankie fucks you?”
    “Why are you so interested? Did you want to watch?”
    She was fuming, but trying so hard to keep her cool.
    “Is that what turns you on? Watching two dudes go at it?”
    Her face flushed, and her heart beat faster. Connor grinned, enjoying himself. Until he glanced in the side mirror. At the same moment a roar like thunder shook the car.
    Two motorcycles pulled in front of them, two behind, and a black van. He could see Ronan in the passenger seat.
    “Shit.”
    Casey stared around wide-eyed. “This is your club?”
    “Stay put,” he growled and got out, leaving her in the car.
    It was hot outside, the air singeing his skin. The bikes’ guttural roar ceased as the riders climbed off. Ronan O’Neill stepped out of the van, his white hair tied back with a leather band, his handlebar mustache and beard reaching his belt. For a man in his eighties, he was fit, built like an ox, and tall. Connor was tall, but Ronan made him feel like a child.
    Connor went to the bikes in front of him first, where his brother Aidan was coming toward him. Emmett , his cousin, was there as well. He embraced Aidan. Behind him, two riders pulled the tire from the van and got to work attaching it to the trailer.
    Aidan was taller than Connor. Somehow, both his younger brothers had grown to be taller than him, but he could still beat the shit out of them if he needed to. Aidan pulled his