Bennet X Razor Novels & Stories

Bennett’s blood froze when he saw what the man was carrying. A taser. Dare’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned forward, his voice low and smooth. “This is my favorite part,” he murmured. “The part where I stop being polite.” “No—no, please,” Mr. Bennett sputtered, struggling against the ropes cutting into his skin. “I—I don’t know anything—” Dare didn’t answer. He took the taser from the masked man, weighing it in his hand as though it were an old friend. Then, without warning, he drove the sharp prongs into Mr. Bennett’s thigh.

I stand there until he fastens Xavi as best as he can in the adult seatbelt and pulls out of the hangar in search of our private jet hangar. Now for the moment of truth. I head back inside. Bennet is still standing there patiently waiting in a ramrod-at-ease military pose. He’s got about an inch and a half of height on me and about twenty pounds more of muscle mass. As I close the distance, it’s apparent he’s popular with the ladies with those striking looks and physique, but there’s no characteristic arrogance or swagger accompanying it … that or it’s been curtailed. If I were a betting man, I’d say, even though he’s not married, some woman has already put the leash on this dog.

Morgan asked, "Then what should we do?" Bennett sat up in bed, causing Morgan to instinctively step back. He grabbed the belt of her robe and pulled her back to him. Morgan lunged forward, almost losing her balance, but she managed to grab onto Bennett's shoulder for support. Bennett pulled her towards the bathroom, and Morgan reluctantly followed. Once there, Bennett dismantled his electric shaver and took out the blade. Morgan said, "Oh, why didn't I think of that earlier?" Bennett glanced at her, then pulled on the robe's belt before leading her back outside. He sat on the edge of the bed while Morgan stood before him.

I asked with a frown. "Rawr! Rawr! That rawr!" Bennet said in frustration. He seems to be struggling with how to explain what he wants to say. "Rawr! Mmmmmm... Urggggh..." I smiled out of nowhere. "Rawr? Well... I don't know what do you mean by that boss..." I commented. Bennet frowned. "That woman... it's her fault. She infected me with her madness," whispered Bennet's manner. Pfft.

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

Bennett nodded in understanding and with the sound of bones cracking, I knew they were about to shift to their wolf form. Bennett was the first to shift and immediately he did, a foul smell engulfed the entire hall. He howled repeatedly and instead of running off, he began attacking the guards closer to him. My eyes widened in shock at the sight of him brutally murdering the guards whose screams echoed throughout the hall. His eyes were red with anger and I remember hearing that red eyes signified a wolf gone rogue. Rogues were mangled wolves with no sense of self, they have completely lost their human side and become fully primal. Was Bennett turning rogue?

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers: “Lila Bennett has lost again! As per the rules… the entire winning crew gets their prize for the next thirty minutes!” The crowd erupted. Razor’s crew, eight dangerous, muscular underground fighters, stepped into the cage, circling me like predators. Damien watched from the front row, his eyes dark with lust and approval. Razor grabbed me first. He ripped off what remained of my tiny sports bra and shoved me down onto my hands and knees in the center of the cage. “Time to claim our prize,” he growled. He slammed his thick cock into my pussy in one savage thrust, making me scream.

Rather than let him take you, I'd rather die fighting. My eyes hurt from crying. His words, the passion and despair in his voice, make my heart ache. I'd prefer not lose him. Not in this way. Not to Victor. However, I spot a flash of movement from the darkness as the rogues push forward. A tall, strong man appears from the darkness, and my heart skips a beat. Bennet is here. He approaches us with a weapon I have never seen before, and his eyes are sparkling with fire. As Bennet raises the weapon and points it straight toward the rogues, my breath catches in my throat. Long and sleek, with flashing blue lines that shine, it's unlike anything I've ever seen. Power seemed to sizzle in the air a

His breathing became heavy and laboured like he was standing naked before a predator and sweat clouded his eyes. “Are you okay?” Kylie asked worriedly. Philip was a contestant. They couldn’t have him falling ill now. “He is fine. He has merely understood his place.” Davies guffawed. In his hands was a bag of treats. He munched on them gleefully while enjoying Philip’s misfortune. “Anyway, to answer your question, Razor is so called because of his transformation. Unlike other Beastmen who are fond of transforming as a last resort, Razor built his entire catalogue of combat techniques around his transformation. In that respect, he is very different from Davidson.”

Xander’s smile waivered, but remained just the same. “But...” Benette hesitated. “D-do you mind if I take it off?” he whispered. Xander’s eyes widen. He unconsciously looked at Mordecai who didn’t seem to have heard Benette. The older medic seemed to have lost interest on the younger mage and was currently following Ezra as she flew around. “Can you?” Xander whispered back. Slowly, Benette stepped a bit closer. His hand moved slightly over Xander’s shoulder, then up to the back of his right ear under his long red hair and round to the top of his nape.