Viktor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

When the intensity finally ebbed, I collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and panting, my body still twitching with little sparks of pleasure. Viktor lifted his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with raw need as he looked up at me from between my thighs. He wasn’t done. Viktor lifted his head from between my thighs, his lips glistening with my arousal, eyes dark and heavy with lust. He crawled up my body slowly, pressing soft kisses along the way until his face hovered above mine. His voice was low, rough, almost hesitant. “Can I… get inside you?”

Aurora knelt before her, worshipping the swell with her tongue while Viktor watched with hungry calculation. Sophia met his gaze. “You want to rule with us? Then prove your blood belongs here.” The ritual began as a dangerous negotiation through flesh. Viktor stepped forward first. He cupped Sophia’s pregnant belly with surprising reverence, then guided his thick cock to her lips. Sophia took him in slowly, savoring the new taste as she sucked him deep. At the same time, Marcus claimed her pussy from behind with long, deep strokes, careful of the growing life inside her. Aurora was taken by Viktor’s son, a handsome, ruthless man named Lucian Voss, while Damien filled her mouth.

“Dates don’t make sense. You can’t have been in business meetings in the 1800s Viktor. What the fuck are you?” He stood up slowly and came behind me, hands gripping my hips. “You already know the answer in your gut. I’m not like other men. I’ve walked this earth for centuries. Blood keeps me young, and power keeps me alive.” My heart pounded but my pussy clenched hard around nothing. I should have been terrified. Instead I was getting wet again. “So you drink blood… you kill people. And I just let you cum inside me like a stupid slut.” Viktor spun me around and lifted me onto the big wooden desk, spreading my thighs wide. “Not stupid Raven. Hungry, just like me.”

“Aaron is probably dead. No, not probably. He's dead.” The words slammed into her like a physical blow. Her blood ran cold. “You’re lying…” she forced out. Viktor tilted his head, amused. “Why would I need to lie?” He inched closer, crouching enough that she could see the gleam in his eyes. “You don’t think I can do anything I set my mind to?” She shook her head, parted her lips to refute what he just said, but the words refused to leave her throat.

Milena~ My first kiss. Did I just experience my first kiss? With whom and what? This must be a nightmare. Sucking in my breath and my eyes squeezing, my lips move slightly, feeling the lips again. It isn't a dream. Someone’s lips are on mine. With the scent; woodsmoke and patchouli surrounding me, and if I’m correct, the one who violated my lips is Alpha Vladimir. For the first time in my life, I desire to be wrong and wish it wasn’t the monster.

I plead. “I Xander Stone…” he chest heaves with another cough as he pauses. “Hereby reject you Tika Heather as my mate…..”. The pain that hits my chest this time takes my breath away. I am unable to hold him of give him comfort as his body contorts and his back bows. Our screams fill the air and it feels like something inside me shreds to pieces. As my dragon howls in my head my senses are blinded as everything goes black.

His chest rumbled with a growl that had me clenching my thighs together. I felt my clit throb and could very well feel the wetness in between my thighs. But his words had my heart slamming in my chest. He was going to fuck me? I hear the sound of a door opening before Xavier enters. He closes the door with the back of his foot but did not bother to lock it. Suddenly I'm on my two feet and I reach over quickly to grasp his arms seeing as my legs oddly felt like jello. My eyes connected with his red eyes and all I could breathe out was his name.

My fingers lit with flame. “Who are you?” I demanded. He didn’t answer right away. He walked through the paused battlefield like he owned it. Like time was his pet and war his playground. And maybe it was. “Isn’t it obvious?” he finally said. “I’m the one you’ve been waiting to fight. The shadow behind your losses. The hand behind your grief.” “You’re Viktor.” He bowed slightly. “And you are exactly as they said you’d be. Fire and storm. Beautiful rage.”

Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputation for nothing.

The heat seeps through my thin shirt as he pins me there with his body, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Get off me,” I snap, shoving at his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead he leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You smell like him. Like sex and gun oil. Did he fuck you after the torture room? Did you come while my man was still screaming?” Disgust rolls through me. I turn my face away. “Unlike you, Dante doesn’t need to kidnap women to get laid.” Viktor chuckles, pressing his hips forward so I feel how hard he is. “Maybe I just like the ones who fight back. Makes it sweeter when they finally beg.”