Benjicot Blackwood X Reader Novels & Stories

But when the doors opened, it wasn’t Kairo who greeted me. It was someone else. Tall, broad-shouldered, with coal-dark hair that fell just over his storm-gray eyes. There was something off about his scent, a strange mingling of wolf and something human. He smiled as if he’d been expecting me. “Alpha Jaxon,” he said, standing to his full height. “We finally met.” I narrowed my eyes. “Who the hell are you?” He extended a hand. “Magnus Blackwood. Strategist, tactician, and occasional opportunist.”

“Fine I will apologize “she said grudgingly. “Good girl. If you want to get a man you must know how to get him in “Sandra said as she went to her fully convinced that Serena will do as told . I can’t remain like this ,powerless and at the mercy of people.if I’m going to go after someone it must be someone higher,way higher than Jake she thought . Just then a certain man came to mind and she made her decision. Ignoring the pain in her body,she hailed a cab to Benjamin Blackwood’s place. Benjamin Blackwood is the richest man in the city . He is not just Jake’s uncle,but the head of the Blackwood Group ,a top bachelor on every woman’s list .one thing she knows is that Ben and jake hates each ot

But instead, it settled in my bones like something inevitable — something I’d been waiting for, even if I hadn’t realized it until now. I rolled onto my side, the sheets tangled around my legs, the scent of him still clinging to my skin. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my jaw, the rasp of his voice in my ear, and it made my heart ache in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying. Because he wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t going to be easy. Dominic Blackwood was a storm. A man built of stone and fury, forged by heartbreak and betrayal. And I was willingly stepping into the eye of it.

Then I felt his canines brush my sensitive skin. Instead of pulling away—freezing—I dragged him closer. His thrusts turned frantic, hands gripping me harder as he drove into me, slick sounds filling the room, the sheets ruined beneath us. If there was anyone I would ever let mark me— It would be Jaxon Blackwood. No one else. His body went rigid. His canines brushed me again, a low growl tearing from his chest before he suddenly turned me with a sharp tug, pressing me down onto my stomach.

"Smart to be nervous, though. I’ve killed people for less than wasting my time." "I’m not wasting your time." I took a breath. "I’ve got info. Blackwood defenses, patrol routes, weak spots. All of it." The coin slowed. His eyes flicked up. "And why exactly are you selling out your own pack? Bad breakup? Want my job? Or is it… personal?" I hated how he said that last word. "Dane Blackwood took a mate," I said. "Some human girl called Freya Laurent." "Aww, young love," he said, fake sweet. "And that pisses you off because…?"

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia’s scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend. Who gives a f*ck if he is the groom friend. The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me hard against the wall,not in a hard or hurtful way. My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall. I knew that hand, it had the same tattoo on the finger I saw. Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me,his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck.

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia’s scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend. Who gives a fuck if he is the groom friend. The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me hard against the wall, not in a hard or hurtful way. My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall. I knew that hand, it had the same tattoo on the finger I saw. Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me , his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

"Liam's board of directors just filed an emergency injunction to remove him as CEO. You destroyed his empire from my desk in under four minutes." "He backed me into a corner," Chloe murmured, taking a sip of the amber liquid. It burned pleasantly down her throat. "I just changed the shape of the room." Julian stepped closer, invading her personal space until the scent of cedar and gunpowder completely enveloped her. He reached out, his knuckles grazing her cheekbone. "You are a remarkably dangerous creature, Mrs. Blackwood," he whispered, his obsidian eyes dropping to her lips. "I am beginning to think I undercharged you for my protection."