Viktor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

Viktor Viktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing a

Valentina’s POV I leaned closer, until my bare breasts brushed against his chest. The closeness stirred something primal inside me. His scent was faint but still lingering, it hit me like wildfire. Dark, earthy, masculine. Ryker but his body didn’t move. I pressed my lips against his collarbone. Softly. Tenderly. Then again, more firmly. “Feel me,” I murmured against his skin. “Your mate. The one you dragged into this hell. If you want to survive, then claim me like you always swore you would.”

Stars danced in my vision. I gasped, clawed. “LEAVE ME!” I choked. And then—chaos. Guards stormed in. Torches flared. Shouts filled the dungeon. They tore him from me, chained him again. But his eyes? They never left mine. And his words— “I will ruin you… in ways you’ve never imagined.” They sank into my bones. I stumbled out, chest heaving. But my lips curled. Because now… I had woken him. And Xavier Rheon Valerian was mine to burn.

“The fucker has been hiding the fact that he’s been mated to a man this entire time.” “It’s normal, Kai-” Caterina starts, but Kai interjects. “Fuck that! He shouldn’t be ashamed of who he’s been mated to! Viktor was never ashamed of who he was!” Kai cries, raking an annoyed hand through his hair and taking this way too personally.

Pulled Victoria’s face down until their foreheads touched—helm to helm, steel kissing steel. She mouthed back—slow, deliberate, so Victoria could read every shape: *Not trapped.* *Protected.* She pointed to the rift—now a shrinking scar no wider than a doorway. Then to herself. Then to Victoria. Then she pressed her gauntleted hand flat over Victoria’s heart—right where the armor covered the place that should beat but never did. *My turn.* Victoria’s breath hitched—silent, but Raven felt it in the way her shoulders shook. Raven leaned in. Pressed a fierce, armored kiss to Victoria’s lips—brief, hard, full of promise.

I liked good guys, slow sex, soft kisses, slow romance and all the kinds. Viktor seemed to be the complete opposite. I wanted to be a bad girl. Teasing him and doing all the things he wouldn’t even expect. I was just being stupid, letting these romance novels I’d been reading since I got into this house get into my head. Viktor and I were from different worlds. Even if we’d fucked, nothing serious would ever happened between us. Yet, I wanted something to happen… even just the fucking. Viktor was a cold hearted bastard. He’d never truly love anything besides his money and his empire.

His lips parted mine with a demanding intensity, his tongue tangling with mine, tasting of coffee and unadulterated dominance. I melted against him, all the terror and grief about my mother transforming into a wild, consuming fire. Instead stopping him, I let my restraint go, listening to what my heart and body was demanding since I first met him. My hands slid up his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as I begged for the friction, pleaded to drown in him. Viktor groaned against my mouth, a deep, rough sound of pure satisfaction. He pulled away from me, but only to bury his face in the crook of my neck.

No matter if he irritated her and how much he claimed to hate her, despite knowing he had an obsession with her. He was persistent in the beginning and ended up getting what he wanted. Ruining it all just like that. Then he lost her. And she fell in the arms of another, Angelo. My heart ached at the thought. She had him and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much hatred I spread, I'd still be the villain. As much as I am the villain, I am too the victim. As heartless as I seemed, I wasn't numb. I felt.

My life so far had been interesting for being a low-life vampire trying to protect the Weak human. “Viktor is in the Force, doc. He read a lot about you. He might be a fan as well.” I smirked, while both of them widely grinned. It looked like they were meeting their soulmates. Falling in love at the first sight would be the completely wrong suitable term for their moment like this. “I might be I am, Viktor. I’ve been reading about all of your achievements in the Force, especially when dealing with the rogue vampires…” the doctor seemed excited but he had to be disappointed when Viktor who didn’t like to be on the spot had to spill the secret,

Without hesitation. Khaelon's eyes flashed. Jacob met his stare without backing down. "What I do has nothing to do with you," he said quietly. "And whether I talk to Vida or not is my decision." The silence between them became suffocating. Neither man looked away. Neither yielded. And for the first time in years... Jacob Morgan openly defied Khaelon Dravik. Over a girl.