Razor X Bennett Novels & Stories

The memory of Bennet and Xane fighting and rolling around on the gym floor kept replaying in my head, like some kind of fucked up highlight reel tagged best incident of the day. What the hell had Bennett said to make Xane snap like that? I'd seen Xane angry before, although I had pretended not to notice, because he normally recovers fast when Ryder or Kael push him to the edge— it was the controlled kind of anger that made his eyes go cold and his voice drop to something dangerous, before he would turn and face me with a grin, and a tease to make my heart skip. But today? Today he'd been absolutely furious, the kind of rage that made people do stupid things. And Bennett had been the cause.

"If you agree to become my partner, I'll free everyone from Naesbrey Fortress. I understand, Umbra, that you have high standards. But with Talonclaw's assistance, I'm close to uniting the eastern plains and becoming its supreme ruler. I believe I'm deserving of you," Bennett declared. Although his son was near Umbra's age, Bennett had always desired her beauty. Now that a golden opportunity presented itself, Bennett wasn’t about to let it pass by.

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.

Bennet into the living room, unsure of what other storms would hit me today. *** ** * The phone on the wooden table vibrated briefly, its screen lighting up with an incoming message from Hazel. Jonah Bennet, who sat with his jaw clenched and a purplish bruise at the corner of his lip, looked down at the line of text on the screen. His eyes widened instantly. He immediately stood up. However, before he could leave the table, a large, heavy hand landed hard on his shoulder, forcing him back down. "Hold, Bennett," Coach Muller growled, his red face betraying a rage that hadn't subsided since last night's incident. "You two, talk."

"You gotta come down to St. Xavier's hospital right now. It's Eden, she's done something to herself, I don't know what happened. Just come fast." Bennett didn't say anything else and ran out of the gym and straight outside. He didn't have time to call his driver so he just hailed a cab. He tried to maintain calm but the heartbeat in his chest was going too fast for him to stay calm. He kept urging the driver to drive faster, but the traffic kept getting in the way.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as I was dragged back into the steel cage by two massive fighters, my body already bruised and leaking from the previous fight. I had lost again… deliberately. The opponent, a brutal, tattooed beast named Razor, stood in the corner, sweat glistening on his scarred muscles, his cock already hard and thick as he stared at me like fresh meat. 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!”

“Why not? They took Xavi and then handed him back like he was just a game piece on their chessboard. What’s to stop them from trying it again when they did it with impunity.” “You said this Bennet guy is in charge now. He seems decent enough, I mean, the fact that he risked angering one of his own to return our son says a lot about him. Not to mention when he testified in court to get justice for the Pakistani guy. I mean, he sounds like a pretty stand-up guy. Don’t you agree?” He turns sharply toward me and starts to speak, but then turns away and sighs in resignation. “Yeah … he does.”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

The next morning, Hoyt was chowing down on the breakfast Bennet had snagged for them. "Bennet, you're a lifesaver. Just let me get back on my feet, and I'll make it up to you, promise." Bennet just chuckled and kept mum. Xoan limped in, snagged a fry, and plopped down at the computer, face blank as a slate. Hoyt dabbed at his mouth and frowned. "What's with the limp?"

So is a steady hand. After the meeting Tomas caught up to me. He walked beside me through the workshop where tails were pinned and hems were stitched. “You moved the room,” he said. “You did something with their fear.” “I moved myself,” I said. “They will watch. We will use their watchfulness.” He hesitated, then lowered his voice. “There is word about Xander. He has been meeting with vendors who usually only supply to Moonshine. He is gathering his own team. If the Bennetts decide to hit back, it might be with money at first, then men.”