Animal Knot の小説・ストーリー

One of them jumped into the ditch, picked it up, and handed it to me. Fuck. They're good at fetching things. I took a glance at the rope and saw a strange knot at the end. "It's a sailor's knot, Alpha," one of the guards said. "I used to work on a boat. We have a special knot to secure the goods on board." "Are you sure about it, Lynel?" "Yes. But I'm not suggesting that I have anything to do with this rope, though." I grabbed the rope in my hand and threw the lighter back to Mick.

The combination takes me apart in about six strokes, coming into his fist with his teeth sunk into my neck and his knot swelling inside me, bigger than it’s ever been, and it feels like it's never coming down. Like he's finally found a way to stay inside me forever. Then he goes still. Not the fighting-it stillness. Real. His whole weight comes down on my back. I have to brace, but I can take it. His face is in my hair. His breathing has gone deep and even for the first time in four days. "Noah." My name. But it's not the rut saying it. I turn my head as far as our position and the knot lets me and his eyes are gold.

Turning towards the voice, he watches me with a hidden agenda, gulping down a ball of saliva, I only manage to nod not having the courage to speak up. "I'm kelechi" he introduced. Stepping away from the wall, he stalks closer, moving like a gazelle, his calculative eyes holds mine captive. Feeling uncomfortable, shrinking back into my toes, I look down. Pointed animal pattern shoes come into view, black tailored pants with straight vertical lines. Humming out gently he walks away leaving me perplexed. When his gone from the front door, i look up to heaven at the white creamy ceiling. My palm are rough harden from the days of labour, squatting down my back ached in protest. A dull familiar st

Carefully, I turned the bundle over. The silver thread was tied into a knot at the center. Not a normal knot. It looped around itself three times, forming a tiny crown. My stomach tightened. Everything came back to the crown. The thing beneath my ribs stirred again. Warm this time. Curious. The silver knot loosened. By itself. Damien swore. I froze. The thread unwound slowly from the blanket, sliding over the fabric like something alive. It did not fall to the floor. It curled into the shape of the crown-and-claw symbol, then turned black and crumbled into ash.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump but he grabbed my hand and held it above my head, continuing to pleasure me with the other hand. “Inside…. now” I managed to whimper and he didn’t need me to ask twice. He removed his fingers and swiftly plunged himself deep inside me. He continued to massage my bud as he thrust in and out with perfect rhythm. Our bodies and souls forming their complete connection. Just as we both bordered on our climax an audible crack echoed through the chamber, signifying that our tether was complete. All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life.

I gasped, voice shaking, scared out of my mind, feeling only his base swell. He leaned in close, his voice a dark whisper against my ear. “Don’t you know werewolf anatomy?” I froze. “I’m knotting you,” he said, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “Knot?” I gasped, trying to turn my head, but his grip only tightened. “My cock’s going to swell inside you and stay locked for a while.” His words came out rough, though I understood clearly. “I hope you took your pills, mouse.” My eyes widened, my heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. I had read about knotting, and from what I’d gathered, the chances of conception during a knot were astronomically high—pills or no pills.

Especially if I’m still restrained. On my back, it’s easier to incline my head and look up at the ropes without yanking my joints out of place to do it. My hands dangle from purple-patterned mountain climbing rope held in place by intricate knots. I’ve done some mountain climbing in my time—hard not to when you grow up in the mountains—but I don’t recognize this knot. Fuck. I start working on the ropes, twisting my wrists and tucking my thumb in an effort to slide my hands free. Tugging on the ropes just seems to pull the knot tighter, and moving up to take the pressure off doesn’t release anything.

Which was when I discovered, it was also thrilling. My body was such a strange mix of arousal and fear as I reached for it, offering to show her first how to untie the knot, then how to retie another, a simple bond that wouldn’t slip. I showed her the two loops and how to pull the rope through, demonstrated that once the knot was formed, it wouldn’t move, then handed her the rope and urged her to try a couple of times. Unsurprisingly, she was a quick study. So, a minute later, as she quickly released the knot for the third time, I sat back again and kind of opened my hands.

So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot. She didn’t set out to be malicious. The feelings, they just developed into something that couldn’t be stopped. Overtime, Kaitlyn and Blythe knew. Sawyer needed both of them...and they wanted to be there. Together. The question of what to do when she woke up still lingered, but they hadn't crossed that bridge yet. Little did Blythe OR Kate know, they were about to.

“Do you ever hear about knotting?” With a frown on my face, I look at the two of them. “I am sorry… But, knotting? What is that?” “Err… knotting happens when the Alpha performs the s*xual relationship with their mate, and in the… Ummm, the last minute of the orgasm, the Alpha will perform knotting to the mate. To increase the chance for the mate to be pregnant.” Acacia would probably be more nervous than me when she explained what knotting is.