Wild Sin Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen Marina ran faster than she ever had in her life. The forest blurred around her as she pushed her wolf form to its limits, chasing Silvain's massive red-brown shape through Bloodfang territory. Her shadow magic, dormant for days, suddenly surged back with terrifying intensity—as if sensing the danger ahead, her hybrid abilities were forcing themselves back online despite the silver damage.

Silas~ The rut hit me like a freight train just after midnight, hours before the First Moon Hunt officially began. One moment I was staring at patrol maps on my desk, the next my body was burning from the inside out. My wolf surged forward with brutal force, flooding my veins with raw, primal need. Sweat slicked my skin. My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my pants, hard and leaking, demanding release. The scent of Elara still lingered faintly on my clothes from earlier. Wild herbs, rain, and that sweet pregnancy warmth and it only made the rut worse.

Nina rose slowly, like a ghost meeting a mirror. “You came to gloat?” “No,” Selene said. “To forgive.” Nina blinked. “Why?” “Because I refuse to carry what you tried to break in me.” She turned. Left her in silence. And outside the door… Nina cried. For the first time in her life. Forest Beyond the Packs Silas and Ethan stood at the edge of nowhere. They’d left behind titles. Crowns. Even names. Just two men scarred, mated, alive.

The desert wind was a physical blow, a wall of hot, abrasive grit that tasted like copper and old graves. Verina gasped, her lungs burning as she collapsed onto the shifting dunes, the transition from the sterile, humming metal of the Geneva Vault to the vast, indifferent Sahara felt like a violent amputation. She reached out, her fingers clawing at the sand until they found the warmth of Silas’s jacket. He was slumped beside her, his chest heaving, the vibrant, pulsing violet glow of the Symmetry link finally extinguished, leaving his skin pale and slick with a cold, sickly sweat.

Her wolf is surfacing. Selena walked past Zaden. Her fingers grazed across his ridged abs, slow and steady, trying to track the hissing sound in her head–originating from the depth of the forest. Dried leaves crumbled beneath her steady feet with each step, chorused by the leader’s pack.

One day Silas was 10 and he tried to help five females to escape from the pack, three adults and two children but one of the warriors were loyal to his father and told him what Silas was doing. His father and a handful of warriors were ambushing Silas and the females by the border and he forced Silas to watch as he killed all five of them. Silas punishment were lashings, the whip dipped in wolfsbane and made with a silver coating, making the scars hard to heal even with his wolf.

The moment the room fell back into a quiet, shadowed dark, the invisible wire in my chest gave another sharp, violent jerk. Across the Blackwater Sea, hidden deep within the unnatural fog of the archipelago, the identical frequency was pulsing in the dark. It was days away, delayed by the tides and the cold, but the connection was tightening. As Silas's breathing leveled out into the heavy rise and fall of sleep, I lay wide awake in the dark, my eyes locked on the western window, waiting for a storm that had already claimed half my soul.

“Unless… unless you’d rather she came with us, then? We could make good use of a pretty face.” Sloane let out a small, terrified whimper, shrinking back into the shadows of the warehouse entrance. Silas took a step forward, his fists clenched, his shoulders tense with barely suppressed fury. “You leave her out of this, Cain.” “Then win the race, Black Wolf,” Cain challenged, his voice hard as stone. “Or lose, and she’s ours. Simple as that.”

Like weeds springing up in cracks. Behind her, Silas shifted at last, a low growl curling from his chest. It wasn’t aimed at them, it was for her. A warning. A plea. He was telling her don’t, don’t rise to it. Don’t spill more blood tonight. But her blood was already running hot, thick with the echo of the fight. Her body still remembered the crunch of bone under her fists, the burn in her muscles, the sweet terrible high of victory. The wolf inside her howled at the murmurs, demanded silence through violence.

Looking for stability, I wrap my arms around Sin's waist, allowing him to fuck my throat. With ease, Sin digs in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat. When I get a good of the rhythm Sinclair sets for me, he goes feral, ravaging my cock, fucking me like never before, and with open mouth, I feel his balls harden and I can't resist but play with them. "Fucking temptation," Sin yells before filling the back of my throat with his cum. "Don't swallow any of my cum, Summer," he tells me and I try to do so. As much as I do, when Sin pulls out of my throat and I am dripping off his cum, he pulls me to him and kisses me fervently.