Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

Selena said his name. He looked Selena in the eyes. “Be mine, Selena. For the rest of our lives, be my lover and wife.” “Ambrogio…” “Selena…” “Selena...” he muttered but couldn’t say out loud because his mouth couldn’t open. He attempted to move his body but failed once more. He attempted to move his finger but was unable to do so. To calm himself, he took a deep breath. “Selena...” he thought of his lover’s name once.

Ice had just turned and walked away from Vix that day, left her standing there. Ice knew the truth about Vix, which was that she hadn’t been with anyone except him for well over a year now. Oh, sure, the woman flirted with men and flaunted her hot little body – but that came with the territory when you waited for tips at a biker bar. When she’d told him that she was with him only, that he was all she wanted, he’d never doubted her for one second; she was honest with him about her sexual desire and her sexual history. She was also the hottest thing that he’d ever touched – she drove him crazy with want.

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.

“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.

“And you're the second in command for a charter of the Henchmen that I happen to sell a lot of guns to.” He chuckled. “Yeah, that about covers it. How did you get here?” “My parents ran a club back home. Old school. Sexist. Usual MC shit. I couldn't stand being shut out on account of having a vagina, and I definitely wasn't the club princess they thought I should be. Especially since I could do a better job than all of them combined. So, I moved here, Karma came with me, and we set up the Valkyrie.” “No special man back home?”

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

Xavier POV I walked out from the kitchen, walking out from kitchen took all the will power in me not to resist, I wanted to still go there, kissing her till she remember me, I went lying down on my bed, picking my phone, I made a call to my manager, Nicholas, he picked up immediately, "Hello Mr Knight" He said, his voice gruffy, as if he woke up from sleep,

He had nothing to show for himself yet wondered why the hell he couldn't compare to Viktor. Viktor was a thousand times more superior to Geoffrey in every way. Handsome, charismatic and hot. Geoffrey liked to think himself a savant in bed, but it was nothing compared to how absolutely generous a lover Viktor was. Most of all was his position. As the heir to the RFC, he was a full package deal. It was no wonder why girls and women desired him.

His breathing slows and his eyes search mine like he’s trying to find a joke hidden somewhere in my expression but I don’t give him one. The silence stretches again and then he lets out a small, disbelieving breath. Almost a laugh. “You’re actually serious,” he murmurs, like it’s the most impossible conclusion he’s ever reached. I don’t answer because I am and Edric Vale, human dancer of Luna Noir, lies in my bed staring at me like I’ve just rewritten his reality. He shakes his head slowly, as if refusing to let it settle. “This has to be some kind of trick,” he says softly.

Third PoV King Xavier backed off after what looked like five minutes, but these minutes were enough to take the life out of her. Her blood is burning his core, he has never experienced such a thing like this. But it is not the time to think about it. Her blood calms his nerves down and emulsifies shock in them. "Oh shit!" He speaks before immediately pulling her into his chest and picking her up in a bridal style. Water forms on his forehead as he places her gently on his bed. He taps her face while calling out her name, but she's lying there with her eyes closed and fading heartbeat.