Silco X Viktor Romane & Geschichten

Lori served the dinner and all the foreplay was forgotten as we stuffed our faces. "I want to thank you again for your suggestion, it worked and I owe you," Vlad said firmly to Viktor. Viktor grinned and said that he would be rewarded later for his knowledge and glanced all gooey eyed at my son. I pulled Silvar's hand and dragged him into the pantry. "What is going on with you and Viktor, don't feel ashamed, just be honest," I mumbled softly and he smiled. "He might be my pereche, I feel it in my heart, it goes crazy when I'm next to him and he's going to teach me things tonight," he told me excitedly.

"Okay– then go ahead and ask your question. We can't afford to waste any more time than necessary. As I said before, we discovered a big threat to the pack's security and since you all are in charge of keeping the pack safe, I called this meeting to find out from you, the security officers, ways we can tackle the genesis of the problem." "Okay, I'll make it quick then. Uhm– my name is Silvester. I'm a warrior but I'm patrolling the south under Elder Silas. And I must confess that I was surprised when Victoria announced inside our telegram group that we can trust you!–" He scoffs and snickers

Ready for the kill. She turned and looked at her master, with eyes full of flames. Viktor slowly walked up to her, taking control of her mind. He let his fangs elongate, piercing Saphira's skin and starting to take her blood. Saphira kicked and screamed, trying to stab him with her knife. He easily flung the blade across the room, hearing the clanging as it hit the wooden floor and smashed into the corner of the room, leaving a trail of Emma's blood.

acting as a poison to their void-tainted essence. Victor was a pillar of icy precision. He had discarded his tuxedo jacket, his white shirt sleeves already stained with the grey soot of dissipated drones. He fired the silver-core pulse pistol with surgical rhythm, each shot hitting the "core" of a Void-Eater just as Kael flushed them out of cover. "Julian, they’re funneling toward the center!" Victor shouted over the hiss of evaporating shadows. "Silas is trying to bait your Nova! If you release it all now, you’ll collapse the floor!"

Confident. Torchlight shifted. Shadow over my cell. I looked up. His Ice blue eyes. Cruel smile. Back already. He's ready to start. I held his stare. No fear. No pleading. "Viktor."

** I smiled despite everything. “You’re making a mistake,” I told Viktor. “Damien Voss is still alive. And he’s going to enjoy tearing you apart when he recovers.” Viktor raised his gun. “Wrong answer.” Before he could fire, I dropped to the ground. Gunfire exploded from the shadows behind me. Rico had disobeyed orders and brought men anyway. Chaos erupted. I rolled behind a container and came up shooting. Viktor roared and charged at me with two of his men. I shot one in the knee. The other tackled me hard, slamming me into the ground.

Sierra protested. Her linebacker-looking friend stepped in, squaring her shoulders. "Dude, seriously, that is so creepy. Walk away." "She's mine." I glared at the friend, who widened her eyes at my soldiers surrounding us. I turned to Sierra. "Isn't that right?" Sierra eyed me. "Like cattle? No thank you." "Come on," I drew her further away from her protective friend. "I can get you to VIP and we can have more privacy-" "Stop it!" She wrestled her arm free. "I don't think you understand that I don't want to talk to you right now."

Then, Vikor’s hand suddenly leaves Alessio's nipples and travels south until he unbuckles his belt and draws down the zipper of his pants to release his already erected cock. Viktor wraps his gloves hand around it and Alessio lets out a pleasured hiss. “You're already so hard for me, kitten,” Vikor whispers lowly beside Alessio's ear before biting at his earlobe. “Please…don't,” Alessio pleads once more as he clenches the sheets tightly and that's the thing he says before everything goes totally blank.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.