Arcane Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

He strode forward, gripping the robe and yanking it off me in one swift motion. I gasped, body exposed under his heavy gaze. My breathing hitched, but I refused to move, refused to shrink. His dark eyes roamed over me, slow, possessive. I clenched my jaw, lifting my chin defiantly. “You belong to me,” he murmured. “I can do whatever I please with you.” I hated him. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Viktor’s gaze lingered before he stepped back, unreadable.

He had thinner eyes than the others she could see this close, he probably had some asian blood in his history and that somehow made him sexier to her. “me and the group wanted to invite you” he said turning a bit to show them all layed over maves bed, in practically nothing the woman touching each other softly jacob was kissing one of the girls arms as she kissed another girl. She just stared at the scene for a second then she looked back at luke “our last queen kept us at arms length, but we wanted you to be different will you join us?” luke said grabbing her wrist and suddenly her heart stopped

Then the Alpha starts kissing the Omega’s jawline, and the shell of her ear. “W-What are you doing?” Ariadne's voice is shaky. “Making you feel good,” Victor huffs. “Don’t worry. I won’t mark you. I promise.” “Oh,” Ariadne flushes. Conflict sits in her eyes as Victor slowly works her over. The Alpha wants her to come undone. Ariadne throws her arms around Victor's back. They’re so close now, with no space between them. Just two people rocking against one another. Ariadne turns her face away, focusing on the wall. Her eyes are all glittery. She likes this, why can’t she just enjoy it?

Alaric’s men surged forward to intervene, but a sharp glance from him froze them in their tracks. “Stand back!” Alaric ordered. Viktor was feral. He was on top of Alaric, punching erratically, his knuckles splitting and painting Alaric’s pale face red. His eyes were no longer as I remembered; they were unstable as he fought with the desperation of a man who had already lost everything. For a heartbeat, it looked like Viktor was actually gaining control. He was landing hits that should have broken any normal man. But Alaric just smiled through the blood.

"I'm Anne. This is Victor. Thanks for inviting us." I blinked. "Oh. Uh—yeah, of course." "Hello, I'm Aureliano Rivera," he said politely, offering a hand. Anne nudged Victor with her elbow and suddenly the monster next to her turned into Prince Fucking Charming. "Victor Blackwood," he said, flashing that politician smile that made people forget he was probably hiding a body somewhere. Aureliano tilted his head. "Blackwood? Was your father Francis Blackwood, by any chance?"

Viktor asked opening the rope of her cuffed hand and dragging her behind the couches. she didn't say anything looking at him while Xavier keep shouting, Viktor looked back then lean close to her face making her looked away. "Did you hear that.... I love this..... that pain, his begging is healing my pain...... but this is not enough....... I WANT MORE" Viktor said the last part in between his teeth. Before anyone could get the time to think anything, Everyone on heard the sound of glass breaking and at the same time the sound of Xavier scream at the top of his lungs.

​Jake reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear. ​"You deserve to actually have some fun," he murmured, his gaze dropping directly to my lips. ​He leaned in. I didn't pull away. I closed my eyes, letting the completely normal, teenage moment happen, desperate to feel something that didn't belong to Vance. ​"What the hell is this?" ​The dark, incredibly dangerous voice sliced straight through the quiet night. ​Jake jerked back instantly. My eyes snapped open, my blood running completely cold. ​Vance was standing at the edge of the firelight. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides, and his dark eyes were completely, violently lethal.

My fingers dig into his kiss trying to urge him to go faster, but he keeps his steady rhythm. Pulling away from my lips, Damon looks at his brother. “I think she wants more.” Victor smirks but doesn’t answer. Instead, he flips us, so I am in charge. Damon settles behind me, toying with my clit as I ride his brother’s cock. Sparks fly between us, and stars burst behind my eyes. Victor comes with me, digging his fingers into my hips, calling out my name.

Lira gulped it down, savoring the cool, salty load, licking her lips clean. Not satisfied, she pushed him onto his back. "My turn to ride." Straddling him, she sank down. Her pussy engulfed his cock. "Watch me bounce on this vampire meat." Her ass clapped against his thighs, tits jiggling as she ground hard. "Ride it, slut. Milk my cock with that hot cunt," Viktor said, one handon her hips, the other on one of her bouncing tits, squeezing it hard as he thrust up. "You're mine now. No truce can stop me from owning this body."

He wanted her to be his, but in the most revolting status possible: a helpless stepmother. "You chose the money, didn't you?" Xavier hissed against Elara’s lips, his voice thick with a mixture of rage and lust. "Now, feel how cold that money is while you sleep beside a living corpse." Xavier’s large, calloused hand slid up Elara’s thigh, hiking the thin silk dress up to her waist. Elara tried to squeeze her legs shut, but Xavier’s strength was insurmountable. He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk.