Wild Sin Novels & Stories

The silence in the lodge was taut, an empty circle of a frenzied, desperate mated hunger. Sorin paced back and forth in front of the mirror, the blood red of lace she wore was a raw slash of color against the muted colors of their bedroom. The werewolf in her, a beast of instinct and blind hunger, paced restlessly within her. It was this frustration that had led her here, to this deliberate act of seduction. She was tired of the silence, tired of the soft kisses and holy, near-sacramental sex that left some part of her soul starved for the brutality they had lost.

The transactional wedge was still there—the five million dollars he had paid to put me in his bed—but when his amber eyes locked onto mine, the mate-bond pulled so hard it made my breath catch in my throat. "I am strong enough to break Silas’s neck," Killian whispered, his grip tightening on my fingers. His skin was rough and hard, the thick claws at his knuckles retracted but ready. "But the wolf inside me is different now. It does not want to run the borders, Vespera. It wants to hunt everything that breathes on this peak." "You have to control it," I said. "I am controlling it," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "For now."

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

I ordered, stepping up and walking out of the office room. I knew what was triggering my bloodlust to overtake my senses—her being with another man was unacceptable for me and that was taking me to add a major sin to my life book. I rolled up my sleeves as I reached the last wing located in the west. I jogged down the stairs and waited for my dumbass bodyguard to reach me and I would quench down my killing thirst. I knew it was wrong but it looked nothing as compared to what my little one was doing to me.

Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak, pussy-whipped idiot like my brother. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and took another long gulp, letting the burn slide down my throat, but it did nothing to kill the painful throbbing in my cock. I tried desperately to shove her smirk, her naked body, and that pussy out of my head… but the more I drank, the harder it became. Fuck it. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my hidden folder until I found her videos. What the fuck am I doing? Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert.

I was too stunned to react and all I could think was what the hell was wrong with this man “After that,” Orin went on, his voice turning colder, “Silas changed. Started dating women—fucking good pussies and I thought it would make him straight again.” He clicked his tongue. “But we both know the truth, don’t we? You come along, and here he is, protecting a filthy wolf like you, fucking it and….” He shook his head in disgust. “You’re the reason he’s going to fall back into it all. His blood is too thick to resist it for long but he will be cleansed again.”

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

Gunner waved them off and growled. “I order you” he demanded, his voice echoing through the air. “All of you, get your squad and clear the area”. He used his Alpha command. They couldn’t refuse him now, even if they wanted to. Unfortunately though, we gained Whiskey’s attention. She flung her right arm out, catching a small brown wolf mid jump. Avoiding its chomping teeth, she threw the wolf effortlessly, sending it soaring back to crash into one of the cabins. I followed the wolf with my eyes and winced as it hit the structure and crashed through the wall. When it didn’t come back out again, I turned and snarled at Whiskey. She was looking back at me with what I can only describe as a look

female—a silver prize with the mark of the Priestess. Three shadows emerge from the brush on the far side of the clearing. They are ragged, scarred wolves with eyes the color of stagnant water. Silas leads them, his muzzle grey with age and malice. He doesn't see me in the shadows; he only sees the silver wolf standing over a fresh kill. “A stray,” Silas’s psychic rasp echoes through the clearing, oily and invasive. “A beautiful, unranked stray with a feast to share. Move aside, little moon, and maybe we’ll let you keep a bone.”

and that only he can restore order. Then the second part. This was the part that made my skin crawl. Silas isn't just killing leaders; he’s enslaving everyone else. To ensure the votes for the new security laws go his way tonight, he has spiked the water supply at the summit with a specialized chemical primer. Tonight, he plans to use me. As the "White Wolf," my roar has a unique frequency. Silas is going to hook me up to the Citadel’s massive transmitter towers. When I roar, it will carry a Global Pheromone Pulse across the city.