Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

Viktor Viktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing a

I gave him a soft smile in return. Silence fell again. It was the kind of silence that came before something exploded. Viktor narrowed his eyes at Knox. “Your mate brought back my mate and child, but I won't forget that you killed them. So, the next time I see you—” he said, his voice dropped. “I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Knox didn’t even blink. “You kidnapped my pregnant mate. So if I see you first, I’ll rip your heart out.”

He groaned against my flesh, the vibration intensifying everything, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Just as release hovered within reach, he pulled back. Standing, he freed himself from his trousers, revealing his long, rigid length that was heavily veined and flushed with need. He spun me around, bending me over the sleek console table so I faced the mirror. The reflection showed everything: my flushed cheeks, my breasts pressed against the cool surface and my ass raised in open invitation. Viktor rubbed the broad head of his cock along my slick entrance, coating himself in my arousal. “Watch,” he ordered, fisting my hair gently to lift my head. “Watch me take what your agency sen

I cry out as the heat rises another notch. Viktor leans back in and this time plunges his tongue into me licking and lapping as if his life depended on it and my mates bring me to a climax that makes my legs shake and toes curl. I moan and cum and as I collapse back onto the bed, I feel the heat dissipate, but it doesn’t totally leave me. I might need to let them penetrate me. But can I do that? “I’ll get us some water. Rest,” Viktor says. He comes back with water then he kisses me and Orion each tenderly .

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.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

Sergei and Zoya followed, both of them smaller but faster. Dmitri waited until all three were in wolf form. His wolf burst out with all the rage and pain and frustration he'd been holding back since dawn. Black fur. Amber eyes. Larger than all three of them combined. Viktor attacked first,Dmitri caught him mid-air, jaws clamping around his throat. He threw Viktor into the stone wall hard enough to crack the ancient rock. Viktor didn't get up. Sergei came at him from the left. Dmitri spun and raked his claws across Sergei's face, blinding him. Sergei yelped and stumbled back, blood pouring from the wounds.

His mouth latched onto Raphael’s throat, sucking brutal hickeys as his hands pried Raphael’s legs apart. "Do you even know what the fuck you’re doing?" Xavier hissed. "I hate you," Raphael spat, breathless. "Then why do you need my cock to satisfy your little hole?" Xavier’s fingers found his entrance... wet, pulsing, desperate. He slid two fingers inside with terrifying ease. "It’s already so wet." "Dripping like a virgin bitch in heat," he growled. Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance.

“We barely do anything anymore.” Lukas blinked once. “…what?” “You heard me.” “Viktor—” “No seriously,” Viktor snapped, voice louder now. “You touch me like I’m made of glass lately.” “That’s not true.” “It IS and you know it!” Viktor laughed once under his breath but it sounded frustrated more than amused. “You used to look at me like you wanted to consume me.” and Lukas stared at him in utter disbelief. “We literally had sex a few days ago!”

and turned back to reach for the switch at the bottom of the stairs, and of course bumped again into Mr Tormentor-in-Curls. As his hand reached out to hold me steady, near my waist where the cami rolled up again, I thought I heard him gasp, or did I imagine that? I wasn't sure, as my body went into a hyper mode and gave an involuntary shudder, the moment he touched me. Because Vic never touched me. Ever. Ever since I knew him, there were many times when I patted him or smacked him (depending on my mood) but he always maintained his distance, something that impressed as well as irritated me.