Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

Who else was here with her? “Hector was supposed to keep her safe, alpha. It was his punishment for questioning his orders. He had to live in this dungeon with this devil, yet he never complained even once…” Oxey looked out of it. His gaze wasn’t focused, and even as he stood up, his steps faltered weakly. He blamed himself for the young warrior’s demise. “How could she just rip his heart out of his chest? How could evil run so much in your blood?”

"My name is Lux Argevent, I am twenty seven, soon to turn twenty eight. I am the Alpha of Death's keep. A pack sealed off from beyond here." It didn't really occur to me at first, but when it did I had to ask again. "Death's keep, like THE death's keep. The one rumoured in myths?" He shook his head with an amused grin, revealing his unnatural fangs. "My pack is no myth. I assure you." My fingers disentangled from his, I stepped back. Hit with a blow to the chest. It explained his eyes, it explained his build, it explained his scent. "You're, you're of forbidden descent aren't you?"

I screamed, body rigid and slick with sweat, but he craved more. He withdrew, lips trailing kisses up my torso, ripping off my bra to free my stiff nipples. He latched onto one, sucking greedily, pulling fresh moans from me. One hand kneaded my breast; the other gripped his cock, stroking its throbbing length, tracing veins as pre-cum beaded. But he stopped me, seizing my wrist with a growl: 'Not yet, Cherry.' His voice was rough—he wasn't done.

Victor growled lowly, his voice a gravelly, bedroom-rough purr that vibrated straight through her skin. "I... I was just getting up," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly under the sheer weight of his intense, predatory gaze. Victor didn't reply. Instead, his dark eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt. The fabric was parted at the top, exposing her pale collarbones, and the hem had risen significantly, leaving her long, creamy legs completely bare. The physical awareness between them rushed back into the room, thick, suffocating, and incredibly heated.

“I only bring what was found. Surely it should be investigated.” Adrian’s glare bore into Aiden. “And what do you say, son? You were there. You saw the rogues. Did they not wear the Veyron crest?” Aiden froze. The room waited, silent, every gaze a blade. He remembered. He had seen the crest. He had felt the rage twist inside him. He had doubted. But he had also seen Dante fight them with everything he had. Seen him bleed and seen him bandage Aiden’s ribs after, his touch steady, his eyes burning with conviction.

His tone reminded me of an instructor's, a tone you take when scolding an inept pupil. "It's—" And then I remembered a quote. In one of Athelia's books, that phrase stuck in my head, in my eyelids. Men live only to bring pain upon others. "You're bleeding." Pandora's defeated murmur broke my chain of thought. "What?" Viktor asked, sounding more surprised than pained. She approached him, lightly touching his torso. I hadn't noticed the blood stain expanding beneath his winter coat. He flinched when her fingers touched a hard spot.

Hundreds of warriors crashed together, their combined weight sending violent tremors through the courtyard. The chaos was absolute. Yet none of it penetrated our focus because we trusted them. Creed and our warriors would hold the line. A vampire lunged toward Vladimir's blind side, desperation driving him forward in a bid to aid his king. Creed struck like lightning, intercepting him mid-stride. The collision was catastrophic. Bone splintered. Air exploded from the vampire's lungs in a strangled shriek. Its body folded around Creed's shoulder like old parchment paper, then rocketed backward with such violent force that it plowed through two companions, all three crashing into the tide of wa

“With you. Always.” Relief and dark pride flooded his face. He kissed me brutally, tasting of blood and possession, then handed me a fresh magazine. We positioned ourselves at the choke point. When the blast door finally gave way, Victor stepped through the smoke like a demon. The brothers faced each other — mirror images of power and cruelty. Victor smiled at me, eyes dropping to my belly. “There’s my beautiful breeder.” Damien roared and opened fire. The final battle exploded around us.

By the time Jasper realized what was happening, I was well on my way to being raped in the alley behind the building. I’d seen enraged vampires fighting while with Evan and Peter, but I’d never witnessed a battle such as the one that occurred that night. Not only was it a fight for possession of my body -as I later learned that, by vampire law, the victor of a battle over a woman had the right to possess her- it was a fight to the death.

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