Bennett X Razor Novels & Stories

Carter sends it long. Bennett takes possession like the puck belongs to him like it was handed down, inherited, untouchable. Like no one else has the right to breathe near it. I sprint to keep pace, but at the speed he’s moving, I’m not sure he even knows I exist. His focus is singular. Predatory. The net. The defense smells blood. Eyes flare wide, then sharpen. The first man lunges. Bennett slips past him. The arena falls into a stunned silence.

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.

Derrick's sword slid from its sheath, revealing the infamous Tallon Nine Swords! However, Ronan quickly countered with a Doombringer Knuckle strike, dissipating the sword energy. Derrick was momentarily surprised. "There's someone like you in Martialgarde? This is getting interesting." He sneered, intensifying his sword attacks. Ronan couldn't overpower him right away. In a moment of desperation, he shouted, "Bennett, I'm back. Come meet me immediately!" In the distance, upon hearing those words, Bennett, who was busy besieging and keeping Umbra under control, felt a sudden tightness in his chest and a sharp twitch in his eyelids.

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.”

My hand caught the wrist of my attacker and quickly figured out who it was. “Richard Bennette! You old f*cker!” A low growl ripped in my throat as I glared at him with menacing liquid golden eyes. I didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, I twisted it until he yelled in pain and let go of the blade that was in his hand. “You have to die, Samantha! You can’t stop this!” he snarled back at me with wide, crazy, evil eyes. “None of you can stop this!” “Then watch me.” I hissed at him.

"Yes, I'm here. Tabitha and I are sharing pizza." Bennett laughs into the phone making me think whoever's on the other end isn't as bad as he first expected. "I've maintained a five-foot distance between us at all times." He rolls his eyes and smiles at me. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He smiles and hangs up slipping the phone back in his pocket. Bennett grabs another slice of pizza and starts the walk to the front door. "Do you want to take the leftovers with you?" I ask. "No, you keep them."

Bennett turned toward me, looking like that was the last thing he thought should happen. “If I’m getting worse,” I told him, “then a support system outside of me will only be more important.” Bennett dropped his shoulders, like he hated what I was implying. Honestly, so did I. “Please,” I requested. Bennett broke our eye contact, grinding his teeth together. “You want me to host a guy’s night tonight for all our male cousins and Theo?” I nodded. “Fine.” He pushed off the ground to stand. “Manifest ten weapons.”

Razor leans down and kisses my neck licking over the spot where the mate mark would go. I moan and turn my head to give him more access. Razor runs his thumb up and down my nipple before pinching it. I grab the sides of the tub and hold on with all my might. Luther spreads my lower lips and flicks my clit. At the same time Razor grazes his teeth on my neck and sucks hard. It is too much. I kick my legs arch my back and scream as I cum “ Holy fuck. Yes.” I collapse back into the tub. My body feels boneless and panting. I can’t move. “ That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. And I caused it, not Aiden.” Razor said. This is his first time pleasuring a woman. He didn’t want any part of the

Bennett’s stern face. What is he doing here?

I couldn't say anything, but one of them gestured to another and they gave way to me. I looked at them in disgust as I ran towards the main hall. As soon as I entered, I scanned the place and my eyes filled with anger when I saw Bennett throwing daggers at a fake wooden wall with precision circles. With clenched fists, I took a step toward him. Bennett was shirtless, wearing only black training pants, and his chest was covered in sweat. It was obvious he had been training. Without taking my eyes off him, my full attention was on the daggers he held in his hand. My body trembled with anger as I watched him.