Private Sins : A Collection Of Steamy stories (Erotica)

The forest was too quiet.

Lila shouldn’t have taken the shortcut. She knew that the moment the trees closed in around her and the last streetlight disappeared behind her. Her phone had died twenty minutes ago, and the only sound left was her own breathing and the soft crunch of leaves under her boots.

She picked up her pace.

That was when she felt it.

Eyes.

Not the small, curious kind. These were heavy. Focused. Hungry.

Lila spun around, heart slamming against her ribs. Nothing. Just darkness and the thick scent of pine and rain.

“Hello?” she called out, hating how weak her voice sounded.

No answer.

She turned back and started walking faster, almost jogging now. Her pulse was loud in her ears. Every instinct she had was screaming at her to run.

A low growl rolled through the trees.

Lila froze.

It wasn’t an animal sound. It was deeper. Rougher. Like it came from something that knew exactly what it was doing.

Then she heard the footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate. Getting closer.

She ran.

Branches whipped across her arms as she pushed through the trees, lungs burning. She didn’t dare look back. She could feel him behind her — whatever he was — closing the distance without even trying.

A hard body slammed into her from the side.

Lila hit the ground with a sharp cry. Before she could scramble up, a heavy weight pinned her down. A large hand locked around both of her wrists and dragged them above her head. Another hand gripped her jaw, forcing her face up.

Golden eyes stared down at her.

They glowed in the dark.

The man — no, the *thing* — above her was massive. Broad shoulders, dark hair falling over his forehead, a sharp jaw clenched tight. His body radiated heat, and the scent of him (earth, rain, and something wild) flooded her senses.

He leaned in close, nose brushing against the side of her neck as he inhaled deeply.

A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest.

“Mine.”

The word was rough. Final.

Lila’s breath stuttered. “Get off me—”

He growled again, sharper this time, and pressed his body harder against hers. She felt him then — thick and already hard against her stomach.

“You ran,” he said, voice dark with something close to pleasure. “You shouldn’t have run.”

His free hand slid down her side, rough palm dragging over her waist before settling on her hip. His thumb stroked the bare skin where her shirt had ridden up.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmured against her throat. “Didn’t think the moon would give you to me this soon.”

Lila’s heart was racing so hard it hurt. She should have been terrified. Part of her was. But another part — a part she didn’t want to acknowledge — was reacting to the weight of him, the heat, the pure dominance pouring off him in waves.

He pulled back just enough to look at her face again. Those golden eyes were darker now, almost black with want.

“Name,” he ordered.

She swallowed. “Lila.”

His mouth curved, slow and dangerous.

“Lila,” he repeated, tasting it. “I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming — deep, hungry, and completely in control. His tongue swept into her mouth like he already owned it, and the hand on her hip tightened hard enough to bruise.

When he finally pulled away, both of them were breathing hard.

He stared down at her with raw hunger.

“You’re not leaving this forest until I’ve filled every part of you,” he said quietly. “Understand?”

Lila’s voice came out shaky. “Who… who are you?”

His smile was all teeth.

“Your Alpha.”

**Chapter 1** 

*(Continued)*

Lila’s heart was still slamming against her ribs when he said it.

“Your Alpha.”

The words settled over her like a weight. Heavy. Final. Like something that couldn’t be argued with.

She stared up at him, breath shallow. His golden eyes didn’t blink. They just watched her — hungry, focused, like he was already deciding how he was going to take her apart.

“I don’t have an Alpha,” she whispered.

His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but there was nothing soft in it. “You do now.”

He shifted his weight, pressing her deeper into the damp earth. The forest floor was cold against her back, but his body was burning hot. Every place they touched felt like it was branding her. His chest against hers. His thick thigh pushed between her legs. The hard length of him still pressed firmly against her stomach.

Lila tried to twist away, but his grip on her wrists only tightened.

“Stop fighting,” he said, voice low. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

“Get off me,” she snapped, even though her voice shook.

He leaned down until his mouth was right beside her ear. His breath was warm. “Say that again.”

She swallowed. “Get. Off. Me.”

A dark, pleased sound rumbled out of him. “Good girl. I like it when you still have fight.”

Then he moved.

In one smooth motion he dragged both of her wrists higher above her head and pinned them there with one large hand. His other hand slid down her body, rough palm dragging over her ribs, her waist, then lower. He gripped her hip hard and yanked her against him so there was no space left between them.

Lila gasped.

She could feel every thick inch of him now, grinding slowly against the soft place between her legs. Even through their clothes, the pressure made her stomach tighten.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s what you do to me. One scent. One look. And I’m already hard enough to hurt.”

His nose brushed along her jaw, then lower, inhaling her like he was starving. When he reached the side of her neck, he opened his mouth and dragged his teeth over her skin — not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to make her shiver.

“You smell like fear,” he said against her throat. “And something sweeter underneath. Like you already know you’re mine.”

“I’m not—”

He bit down.

Not gently.

Lila’s back arched as a sharp spark of pain mixed with something hotter shot through her. A soft, broken sound left her mouth before she could stop it.

He groaned like the sound pleased him.

“There it is,” he rasped. “That little noise. I want more of those.”

His hand left her hip and shoved under her shirt. Warm, calloused fingers skimmed over her stomach, then higher, until he was cupping her breast over her bra. He squeezed once, rough and possessive, before tugging the cup down and finding her bare skin.

Lila’s breath stuttered.

His thumb dragged over her nipple, slow at first, then harder. The sensitive peak tightened under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching just enough to make her hips twitch.

“Sensitive,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

He pushed her shirt higher, exposing both breasts to the cool night air. For a moment he just stared down at her, golden eyes almost black with hunger. Then he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

The heat of him was shocking.

Lila’s hands jerked against his grip as his tongue flicked over the tight peak, then sucked hard. He wasn’t gentle. He used his teeth, his tongue, the wet heat of his mouth like he was trying to mark her from the inside out. Every pull sent a pulse of heat straight between her legs.

She hated that her body was reacting.

She hated that the more dominant he became, the wetter she got.

When he switched to the other breast, she couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped out.

He lifted his head immediately, eyes locked on her face. “Again.”

“No—”

He sucked harder this time, and the sound that left her was louder. Needier.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he growled. “Trying so hard to stay quiet. Don’t. I want to hear what I do to you.”

His hand left her breast and moved down her stomach, fingers working open the button of her jeans with practiced ease. The zipper followed. Then his hand was sliding inside, past her underwear, and straight between her legs.

Lila’s whole body tensed.

He groaned the second his fingers touched her.

“Soaking,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re dripping for me already and I’ve barely touched you.”

Two thick fingers dragged through her wetness, spreading it, teasing her entrance without pushing inside. He rubbed slow circles over her clit, watching her face the entire time.

Lila bit down on her lip hard, trying not to make another sound. Her hips still lifted toward his hand like her body had stopped listening to her completely.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She didn’t.

His fingers stopped moving.

“I said look at me.”

Slowly, she forced her eyes open. His golden stare was waiting for her — intense, hungry, and completely in control.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now keep looking at me while I make you come.”

He pushed two fingers inside her in one slow, deep thrust.

Lila’s mouth fell open on a silent cry. He was thick, stretching her, curling his fingers until he found a spot that made her thighs shake. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her with his hand — deep, steady strokes that filled the quiet forest with the wet sound of how soaked she was.

“Already clenching around me,” he said, almost in awe. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

His thumb pressed down on her clit at the same time his fingers curled again, and the dual pressure made her vision blur. Heat was building fast, too fast, coiling tight in her stomach.

“I can’t—” she gasped.

“Yes you can.” His voice was dark silk. “You’re going to come on my fingers like a good girl, and then I’m going to ruin you with my cock. Understand?”

She shook her head, but her body was already trembling.

He leaned down and bit the side of her neck again, harder this time, just as his fingers thrust deeper and his thumb rubbed faster.

The orgasm hit her like a wave.

Lila cried out, back arching hard off the ground as pleasure ripped through her. Her walls clamped down around his fingers in tight, pulsing waves. He kept working her through it, growling low in his chest like the way she came for him was the best thing he’d ever felt.

When the shaking finally slowed, he slipped his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean while staring straight into her eyes.

“Sweet,” he said quietly. “Just like I knew you’d be.”

Lila was still trying to catch her breath when he released her wrists. Before she could even think about moving, he sat back on his knees, grabbed the waistband of her jeans and underwear, and dragged them down her legs in one rough pull. He tossed them aside without looking.

Then he reached for his own belt.

The sound of the buckle opening made her stomach flip.

He shoved his jeans down just far enough. His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip. It looked almost angry, flushed dark and so hard it curved slightly upward.

Lila’s eyes widened.

He noticed.

A slow, dangerous smile pulled at his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”

He hooked his hands under her knees and dragged her closer until her bare thighs were spread wide around his hips. The head of his cock dragged through her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness.

Lila’s breath hitched. “Wait—”

“No.”

He pushed forward.

The stretch was intense. He was bigger than his fingers, thicker, and he didn’t stop until he was halfway inside her. Lila’s hands flew up to his shoulders, nails digging in as a broken sound left her throat.

He gritted his teeth, jaw tight with restraint. “Fuck. You’re tight.”

Then he thrust the rest of the way in.

Lila cried out.

He filled her completely — so deep it stole the air from her lungs. For a second he just stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against her neck like he was trying not to lose control.

“Mine,” he rasped. “Say it.”

She shook her head, eyes burning.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard enough to make her whole body jolt.

“Say it.”

“I—ah—”

Another rough thrust. Then another. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against hers, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the dark forest. Every time he bottomed out, a low, animal sound tore from his chest.

“You’re going to take every inch,” he growled against her mouth. “And you’re going to come on my cock while I fill you up. Then I’m going to do it again. And again. Until your body knows nothing else but me.”

Lila’s second orgasm built faster than the first. The constant deep strokes, the way he kept grinding against her clit on every thrust, the raw dominance in his voice — it was too much.

“I can feel you getting tighter,” he said, almost breathless now. “You’re close again already. Do it. Come for your Alpha.”

The words pushed her over.

She came with a broken cry, walls spasming hard around him. The climax was deeper this time, longer, pulling a guttural groan from his throat as he fucked her through it.

The moment her pulsing slowed, he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, hips pressed tight against hers. She felt him throb inside her, thick and hot, and then the first pulse of his release flooded her.

He came hard — growling against her neck, body shaking as he emptied himself deep inside her. Pulse after pulse of heat filled her until she could feel it starting to leak out around his cock.

Even then, he didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried inside her, breathing heavily, one hand still gripping her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

After a long moment, he lifted his head and looked down at her. His golden eyes were softer now, but no less possessive.

“You’re not going home tonight,” he said quietly.

Lila’s voice was hoarse. “You can’t just—”

“I can.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “And I am. You’re coming with me. To my pack. To my bed. And you’re going to stay there until I’ve fucked every last bit of resistance out of you.”

He finally pulled out of her, slow enough that she felt every inch leave her body. A thick trail of his release followed, sliding down between her thighs.

He looked at it with dark satisfaction.

Then he stood, pulled his jeans back up, and reached down for her.

“Get dressed,” he said. “Or I’ll carry you like this.”

Lila stared up at him, body still trembling, thighs sticky, heart racing.

She should run.

She should scream.

Instead, she slowly reached for her jeans with shaking hands.

Because somewhere deep inside her — in a place she didn’t want to look at too closely — she already knew the truth.

She wasn’t leaving this forest the same way she entered it.

And the Alpha watching her with glowing eyes had no intention of ever letting her go.