Victor Creed X Reader Novels & Stories

“They’ve never even asked whether I wanted any of this.” Garrick’s expression softened. “Power rarely asks permission.” He bowed before leaving. I remained alone for several moments. Then footsteps approached behind me. I didn’t need to turn. “Cressida.” She smiled. “I had a feeling I’d find you here.” “You usually do.” She stepped beside me. “You look troubled.” I considered lying. Instead I handed her one of the reports. She read it slowly. When she reached the line about my blood, her face paled.

~Lyra~ I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry. Because every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room.

I grab at his tie earning a choked gasp in the process, I see his Beta shoot out of his seat but my second in command punches him back down to his seat. I squeeze tighter. “How dare you lay a hand on a defenseless woman.” My voice grows darker. He tries to speak but his airways are restricted, I losen my grip a little. “Your highness, she committed a crime.” I draw him closer and stare into his eyes, he tries to look away but I lock him place. My vampire side Draven creeps in merging alongside with lupus, my vision changes and I’m able to view everything that had happened through Ajax’s eyes.

He growls, watching as Edgar rips her dress from her shoulders, pushing it roughly down, as Evelyn grabs Edgar by the short hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to her hungry mouth, wrapping her legs around him – Victor snaps his head away, pressing his eyes closed, holding back the feral roar that builds inside his throat, every muscle in his body rigid with defiance, screaming mine mine mine. In his hand, the tumbler shatters, slicing his palm. Victor lets the pieces of glass fall to the ground, blood dripping on top of them, before turning away to walk slowly back to his house. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I crumple the flower in my fist , while not taking my eyes off him. “No man shall have the pleasure of getting gifts from Rosemary” I spit out in a low menacing voice. I turn to her , all I see is red. “And you ,bitch…” I grind my teeth while speaking to her. “ You are never to come here again….” I grab hold of her and throw her over my shoulder harshly , relishing in the scream of pain she screams out when her wounds hit against my shoulder. That night Xavier’s Pov Trigger warning!!!

She read and read, knowing that she shouldn’t. It was definitely her mom’s. Caitlin’s journal. But this was not the Caitlin she knew. This was Caitlin as a young girl. As a teenager. She was mesmerized, turning the pages. It talked of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. Her mom. A vampire. Changing. Transforming. Having hunger pangs. A sensitivity to light. Super strength. Wanting to feed on others. Just like her.

While Xander is only staring at me and smiling, Creed is inspecting every inch of my body. “He is a psychotic dog who has slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers.” “But wait, doesn't that remind you of Zeiron?” “Zeiron is a vampire, whereas he is a werewolf, thus that is why he is different.” “A werewolf?” I hear Creed sneering in the background, "I guess you're just shocked that you haven't even predicted it to be," and when I turn to look at him, he only shrugs his shoulders. If Xander hadn't said those words, I would have assumed that Creed wasn't even going to attempt to introduce himself to me.

Large gash to the head was the final culprit of death that now covered Creed with blood. “Aw, you need a bath again,” I laughed, pointing out the blood still running down his torso. His very taunt, muscular torso. I had the internet growing up. My days of doing research for books had led me to see some very handsome men in my time. Creed surpassed them all. He didn’t need some whey protein to get the muscles he had. Maybe it was the dragon in him? Creed would make a handsome husband for some lucky gal, or whatever they call them here. Wait a minute, beloved? I’ve heard that word thrown around several times with the vampire servant women. It’s someone they care about and promise to stay toget

She stumbles back, barefoot, her breathing already unsteady. “For once in your damned life, Elara,” I snap, stalking towards her as she retreats, “just—” She bumps into the wall. I close the distance and grab her by the throat, slamming her back against it. The impact knocks the air from her lungs. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” Her hands fly to my wrist, fingers trembling. Her eyes are wide, red, already shining with tears. “Y-You’re—” she gasps. “Victor, I can’t— I can’t breathe—”

Victor worshipped her breasts with slow, greedy attention , licking, sucking, gently biting the sensitive undersides, then returning to pull her nipples deep into his mouth. “You have such perfect tits,” he growled against her skin. “So full and soft. I’m going to spend hours enjoying them this weekend.” He slid one hand between her legs and found her soaking wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside her easily, curling to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her clit. Lena moaned, hips rocking involuntarily against his hand. The guilt was still there, sharp and painful, but the pleasure was stronger. Victor stood suddenly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the b