Viktor X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mmm, as you wish.” His tongue flicked up my clit and I arched my back as I yanked his hair. He hissed but flicked my clit left and right as he thrust two fingers into my pussy. I wailed aggressively as he fingered me while his tongue drew circles on my clit. I wriggled under his touch but he didn’t let up. Another finger slipped into my ass and I cried out. “There’s my girl. Look at you taking what I give you. You like this, don’t you baby?” Viktor asked.

Viktor said finally. Great, he can talk. I was beginning to think the speed wasn't getting under his skin. He let out a breath and turned to face me. “You think this is helping?” “It’s helping me,” I muttered, my grip around the steering wheel tightened as I increased my speed. Viktor leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing. “I need to know something,” he said. “Why did you pair Xena with that bastard Alpha? You know what he is. You know what he does.”

Viktor noticed the fact her nipples had hardened from the soaking water and the pale skin of her stomach was showing where the top rode up. She isn't breathing, you know, Viktor prompted. Fuck I can't just walk away from this even though I'm a killer, not one like this. I placed my lips upon hers and breathe, my huge hands resting on her chest pushing downwards. She choked and gargled and lucky me got a face and mouth full of fetid river water, right to the back into my throat for my troubles. Should have just rolled her over and given her stomach a light kick Viktor grumbled.

He strode forward, gripping the robe and yanking it off me in one swift motion. I gasped, body exposed under his heavy gaze. My breathing hitched, but I refused to move, refused to shrink. His dark eyes roamed over me, slow, possessive. I clenched my jaw, lifting my chin defiantly. “You belong to me,” he murmured. “I can do whatever I please with you.” I hated him. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Viktor’s gaze lingered before he stepped back, unreadable.

The First stumbles, shock flickering across their face. "Impossible," they breathe. "Your power... it's growing." "Because I'm not fighting alone," I say, feeling Victor's presence surge through me. "I never was." The chamber erupts with a deafening crash. Stone shatters, dust explodes, and through the chaos, I see him. Victor. His wolf is fully unleashed, his eyes blazing with golden light, his claws extended and dripping with the blood of whoever dared to stand in his way. "Arielle!" His voice is raw, desperate, filled with relief and rage.

My moans can be heard, but I don't care. Xavior pulls away and looks me deep in my eyes. "Victoria" he purrs my name. The intensity sends waves of pleasure to my core. "Victoria, you are mine" he pecks my lips. "And only mine" he places another gentle peck. I feel like im on ecstasy with the way his deep rich voice speaks to me. He gets up and walks to the bathroom. The fuck? I hear the bath tub being filled. I sit on the bed a bit mad at the fact that he left me so high and dry. The water stops and he comes back with his shirt off.

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at the waiting court and his parents. “Lady Viktoria of Ezorona has been born.” He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t really call her Lady since she was a dhampir, but he hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for doing this just this once. His father scowled before storming away. His mother patted the sides of his arms and whispered that there was always the next time, but Victor knew there wouldn’t be. This was the only chance the saints had given him. Viktoria’s POV

" 'Thor Quinn.' I type his name in the G****e search bar. The first thing that grabs my attention when the page opens is the photo of a powerful-looking man dressed in all black, walking up the stairs of what looks like a government-owned building. Despite my heavy heart and the anger simmering within me towards the person who allegedly murdered my father, I couldn't help but note to myself how fashionably elegant and attractive he looks. God, Victoria! How could you think that about the man who is a suspect in your daddy and Alpha's demise!? I quickly scroll up and begin reading under the heading 'About'

My eyes moved helplessly over him the broad expanse of his shoulders, the defined lines of his chest and stomach, the narrow hips disappearing beneath the soaked black fabric clinging to him far too perfectly even his tattoos no longer frightened me the way they once had. At first, the flames inked across his skin and the violent imagery hidden inside them had seemed monstrous but now they felt like pieces of him. Viktor was terrifying but he had never terrified me and he caught me staring. Gray eyes locked onto mine instantly and a sharp breath escaped me, and I looked down at my book so quickly it almost hurt. “You pretend to read,” Viktor said calmly. “But every morning you watch me inst

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.