Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

She wondered how anyone could remain so angry at him, when he sounded so helpless, so genuine and his words even though she knew they were fake and might be borrowed words from a book, made her core throb and her body shivered. As she dived into the dangerous Waters of imagining the immense pleasure, the thought of being truly loved by a man like Xavier will bring. A man who chose you not because he didn't really have a choice or not because of lack of willingness from the female department because she had seen how much influence he had on their senses. "I__" "Everything about you is so perfect. You have no idea. You want to eat all thirty pancakes, fine. It is even sexy." She chuckled light

“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.”

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.”

Hell, I never kissed anyone either, much less a guy. Ilya’s kisses head towards my neck and when he gently brushes his lips against the nape of my neck where you would claim your mate, an intense shiver of desire shot up my spine. I groan, my cock now hardened to steel in my slacks. He peels himself from me and leans his head back, that smile on his face looking as gorgeous as ever. “Fuck, Viktor, you have no idea how much I’m trying to hold back right now,” he says, breathing out a sigh. “But I have to hold back because I need to speak to your brother.”

Viktor asked opening the rope of her cuffed hand and dragging her behind the couches. she didn't say anything looking at him while Xavier keep shouting, Viktor looked back then lean close to her face making her looked away. "Did you hear that.... I love this..... that pain, his begging is healing my pain...... but this is not enough....... I WANT MORE" Viktor said the last part in between his teeth. Before anyone could get the time to think anything, Everyone on heard the sound of glass breaking and at the same time the sound of Xavier scream at the top of his lungs.

“As I said earlier, you walked into my territory uninvited. That alone costs blood. Name your price or leave before I name it for you.” Viktor drops his arms. His eyes shining with the same hunger they always had. “The Volkov girl and the doctor. I want them both. A clean deal. Hand them over and we stay friends.” I taste the lie the second the words leave his mouth. It sits heavy on his tongue like cheap vodka. He does not want the women. He wants more than flesh. He wants weakness. He wants to cut me deep where the whole world can watch the blood drip slow. He wants to see me bend.

Viktor didn’t let me rest for long. After our shower, he carried me back to the bed and laid me down on my back. His blue eyes were dark with fresh hunger as he spread my legs wide and settled between them. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve had every part of you again,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He pushed his thick cock back into my pussy in one deep thrust. I moaned loudly, still sensitive from all the previous rounds. Viktor fucked me with slow, powerful strokes, his hands pinning my wrists above my head.

“You were cocky and arrogant. You still think you could protect everyone.” Graham moved with him, matching his steps. His claws were out. His body was tense, but grounded. “I’ve grown since then,” he said quietly. Viktor smiled. “Oh, I know. I’ve been watching you from the shadows. Every win and every loss and every time she cried for you, I saw it.” He pointed at me without looking. I flinched but Graham didn’t even glance up. “You talk too much,” he said. Viktor’s grin widened. “Still impatient. But that’s fine. I’ll talk while I beat you.” And then he lunged.