Benjicot Blackwood X Reader Novels & Stories

“Come on then. Show me the great Blackwood, or are you only good at sending others to do your dirty work?” That got to Blackwood, his eyes darkened, his calmness slipped for the first time. He inhaled sharply, his chest rising, while his fists curled into a tight ball, but then, he exhaled, forcing himself back into control. Jace smirked, he knew he had touched the nerve he wanted. “What’s the matter? Afraid to get your hands dirty? Afraid the big, bad Blackwood might bleed?” “You’re walking a dangerous line,” Blackwood growled.

turning into grey rectangles of censored data. Silas Blackwood stepped in front of Kaelen, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the weight of the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a wolf sizing up prey, but the gaze of a critic looking for a flaw in the prose. "You’re the 'Reader'," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that resonated through the "Mate Bond."

I blushed a beet-root red when I saw his gaze rake over my chest and back to my face before he laughed. “Are you always like this?” “Like what?” I wheezed, only able to concentrate on the way my nipples were brushing tauntingly against his hard chest. His breath sent tingles up and down my spine when he spoke and my eyes hooded over from wanting. I wanted the brutal Blackwood Alpha…there it was! The man was rumored to have killed so many wolves and humans that he had a giant castle in the middle of the town all to himself. “So…innocent,” He whispered and I flinched when he tucked a loose strand of my red hair softly behind my ear, his gaze holding mine meaningfully.

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

I felt him swell, pulse, then he pulled out, spilling his release across my stomach. I lay there, shaking, tears streaming down my cheeks. Blood smeared the sheets beneath me, the proof of what he had taken. He stood, chest heaving, then grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he wiped me clean, his voice calm, almost cold. “Thank you little wolf. But I, Alpha Harrison Blackwood, reject you as my mate.” "W-what?" Agony ripped through me like claws shredding my heart, even if I haven't rode down from my climax. I doubled over, gasping, every nerve screaming in pain at the rejection.

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

She stilled mid-page, her eyes locking onto a detail she almost would have skipped if she had been moving any faster. “…hold on,” she said quietly. Both Mark and Damian looked up immediately. “What is it?” Mark asked. Quinn didn’t answer right away, her gaze scanning the line again as if confirming it hadn’t changed. “Blackwood transferred schools when he was sixteen,” she said finally, turning the file slightly toward them. “Small town. Not mentioned anywhere else in his profile.” Damian stepped closer, leaning in to read. “Which town?” Quinn turned the page fully. The moment he saw it, something in his expression shifted, subtle but noticeable.

Standing behind her was a guy who didn't belong in high school halls, he looked older, hardened, his tall frame in an oversized black hoodie pulled low. But beneath the dark cotton, his face was visible, jagged cuts and purple bruises lined his jaw, and his eyes were hollow, sunken, and burning with unblinking intensity. Elara shrank back against the lockers, her heart sinking into her stomach. "Um... hi?" "My name is Blackwood.." he said in a raspy whisper. "But you can call me Black." "Okay... My name is Elara.." she stammered, her skin crawling under his gaze. "But I... I really have to go."

It’s heaven, it’s hell, it’s everything sinful and divine wrapped into one. It's everything that the devil does. “Open your eyes, little bean,” Jace commands, his voice thick with control. I force them open, my vision hazy with pleasure. “Look down,” he instructs, his thrusts deepening. “To the road.” My breath catches in my throat. From our vantage point in the dark hotel room, I have a clear view of Blackwood. I can see my office from here. I swallow, hoping nobody is inside, hoping nobody can see me.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.