Viktor X Reader Arcane Novels & Stories

You taste salt, rain, him. Luka makes a rough noise from the dresser. “Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s good at that.” Viktor pulls his thumb free with a soft pop. Wipes it across your cheek, like he's marking you. Then he grips your chin, firm, tilts your face up. “You’re not cold,” he says quietly. “You’re turned on.” You can’t deny it. Your nipples are aching points under the shirt. Your thighs are slick not from rain. Your clit is swollen, pulsing with every second you stay untouched.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

It was Possession.The air around him became colder "Mine". The word slammed violently into Ariana's chest though nobody had spoken. Her breathing stopped Impossible , Mates were blessed by the Moon Goddess then Why would the ruthless Lycan King ever be connected to someone like her? Kael stepped closer ,One step, Then another Until he stood directly before her. Everyone watched silently , Terrified. Kael reached out suddenly, gripping Ariana's chin gently but firmly. His thumb brushed softly against her skin, yet the action felt more dangerous than violence.

Viktor cried, which I hadn't fully expected, though by now perhaps I should have the controlled version of him had quietly stopped being the only version some time ago, and this seemed like exactly the kind of moment the other version had been saving itself for. "Names," Camille said, eventually, once the room had settled into the particular hush that comes after the largest thing that's ever happened to you turns, briefly, ordinary. "You two have had nine months and I'm fairly sure you've discussed nothing." "We discussed plenty," Viktor said. "We discussed nothing," I said. "We discussed the studio wall extensively. We did not discuss names." Viktor looked at the two of them. Then at me.

I stood up to my feet, ready to leave, with the help of my right hand clutching onto the table on my right. "I am Zion, " He forwarded his hands. "Lucia Felix Greyson, " I extend my hands to touch his hand, grazing my fingers across the palm of his skin and I watch my hands fit small into his hands. When he wraps his hands around my palm, giving it a firm squeeze I feel a shiver run down my spine, sparks flying in my stomach, feeling giddy when I meet his amber eyes. Those eyes telling a thousand words in silence, a brief gasp leaves my lips as his eyes travel down to my parted lips, I inhale his scent locking my eyes with his many emotions crossing his eyes within a fraction of seconds.

Her truly blinding blood. King Xavier blinks multiple times, fighting his lust. He immediately looks away, rashly holds her arm and starts to drag her out again. He does so to protect her, protect her from himself. "You know you're a monster," "Yes I am." He replies, his voice is evil. "YOU KILLED RILY AND YOU ALMOST KILLED JACK!" King stops all the way up. Killer! I killed Rily! Monster! Murderer! These words start to rule his mind and he drowns in the flashback of how Rily died.

His pants were not like the regular ones, as the materials used were all carefully chosen, but after more than a minute, I finally succeeded in pulling them off. I watched, entranced, as his cock dangled in front of me. He was rock hard; his dick was nothing more than a long, veiny shaft that promised to give me nothing but pleasure. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and licked off the drop of pre cum that was on the tip of his dick. “Zira,” Ronan growled as a shiver rocked his body the moment I held his cock in my hands. I had read about this in a book, and bless the moon goddess, I was eager to try this out.

The very first time I laid my eyes on him, I never thought I would end up loving someone like him. But everything changed when I met Alec. The chief of vampire council and my mate. My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

“How does it feel knowing the first two fantasies I read about you are now dripping out of your greedy cunt?” My breath hitched. Fresh heat flooded my cheeks—and straight to my core. I pushed myself up on shaky elbows, the memory of his thick cock grinding deep inside me while I could barely move still burning hot in my mind. “You really read every single one,” I whispered. “Every depraved word.” Victor’s lips curved into a slow, dangerously sexy smile. He reached down and lazily stroked his cock, spreading our mixed juices along the veined length. “Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her fa