Animal Knot

"He is the only true heir to my throne. I must take him back." That day, the Alpha King descended upon our remote little pack with his royal soldiers. He pointed at Jasper—the man I had saved a year ago in the wilderness, my fated mate—and with those words, he shattered my entire world. I remember feeling this tight knot in my chest, because I'd always known Jasper was different. When I'd saved him from falling off that cliff last winter, I could feel something about him. I guessed it was his Alpha blood, but I wasn't totally sure back then. Now, his secret was out in the open. And me? I was still scrubbing dishes in the corner, because that was an Omega's duty, while everyone else cheered and celebrated. But Jasper… he stayed calm. He looked the Alpha King dead in the eyes and said, “I’m taking my pup Liam and Amelia back to the Shadowfang pack.” Yes. Amelia. Not me. In my last life, only their favorite she-wolf, Amelia, also the Beta's daughter, got to leave with them. When I broke down and asked Jasper why, his answer was cold and simple: “Her status suits me better than yours.” And just like that, my mate and my pup abandoned me. But this time—when Jasper spoke those same words again—under the mocking stares around me, I took a deep breath, forced a smile, and whispered my blessing: “Oh, well. I wish you both a happy future. I still have work to do.” I had already made up my mind. I was gonna work hard, save enough money, and get out of here, start a fresh life somewhere else. But tell me this, if I was so unworthy, then why, after I finally walked away, did he come begging me to return as his Luna?

Jordan Carter has made a career out of defending the kind of clients everyone else is afraid to touch—without ever crossing her own line. So when a sealed, high-dollar retainer lands on her desk tied to Mercer Holdings, she expects a rich man’s mess and a clean paycheck. Instead, she’s driven through gates and cameras to a fortress of “security” men who watch her like prey, and introduced to Maddox Mercer—cold, controlled, and dangerous in a way no suit should be. A body has surfaced on his land: a violent trafficker killed in self-defense… and then buried. The district attorney, Silvia Smith, isn’t just looking for a conviction—she’s building a task force meant to destroy the entire organization. Jordan’s job is to keep the pack out of prison. Maddox’s job is to make sure she and her team doesn’t learn enough to ruin them. But the deeper Jordan digs, the more personal it gets. The dead man’s name is tied to her father’s “wild animal” case—the call that ended his life and left her with questions no one would answer. Forced to live on Mercer land “for security,” Jordan finds missing footage, rehearsed stories, and an internal traitor with a grudge sharp enough to burn the pack down from the inside. Maddox can be her greatest threat… or her only ally, if she can survive the pull between what she feels and what she knows. Because if Jordan exposes the truth, she can win the case—and destroy him. If she protects him, she’ll become complicit in a secret that was never meant to survive daylight.

In a world where werewolves and vampires roam freely among humans, Lyra is a lonely, resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York City. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, in order to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather and a gang leader, who has decided to make her his possession. In her race to win her freedom, she crosses paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by those eyes, is she really making the right choice by taking this injured beast home? Didn't she just bring the big bad wolf back into the fold? I saved a dying beast from the gutters of New York, never expecting him to be my salvation—or my ultimate undoing. Lyra has lived her life in the shadows of her sadistic stepfather, Carlos, a man who treats human lives as currency. Her only hope was a desperate escape to the north, a dream that felt possible only when she found a wounded, brindle-furred wolf. She nursed him, shared her meager meals with him, and felt an unbreakable bond forming in his intense, steely gaze. But the beast wasn't a dog. He was an Alpha—a powerful, non-human Lord who reclaimed his throne and left Lyra behind without a second glance. Now, captured by Carlos and thrown onto the auction block for the city’s supernatural elite, Lyra is just a "lot" to be sold to the highest bidder. As vampires and shifters place their stakes on her life, she realizes the world is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Will the Alpha who discarded her return to claim his debt? Or is Lyra destined to be a broken plaything for the monsters in the dark?

Warning: 18+ only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo and young adult erotica. This is an erotic compilation containing stories of irresistible fun, steamy, filthy and naughty stories. Get ready to be intrigued and feel the ultimate excitement . ******* I pulled her p*ssy lips apart and just stared at how pretty and pink she was. “So fucking hot,” I growled and spat directly on her swollen, little clit and watched my saliva drip down her slit and toward her ass. Melanie inhaled sharply and shook her head, whispering, “No. I don’t want this.” I chuckled darkly. “Your body tells another story.” She gripped my head, ripping my ball cap off, and tried to push me away. But she was no match for my strength and how much I wanted to suck on her cunt. I wanted to make Melanie come all over my face. I wanted to force an orgasm from her so she cried and hated herself. “Sweet, soft little p*ssy,” I murmured against her now soaked pussy and dragged my tongue through her slit. I nipped at her swollen clit, causing her to moan and cry and curse me out. I latched onto her clit again and sucked it in hard and deep. Her scent and flavor drove me crazy. I growled like a wild animal as I ate her out. This moment, this woman made me feel frenzied. I wanted to devour her. She kicked and pulled my hair, tried to scratch my face, and told me “no” and “stop” in between her moans of pleasure.

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death? On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible. Wait a minute! She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her. On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being. This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic. How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck? "Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face. Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something? 'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her. ***** He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human? Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?

He is darkness and I am his light. At least that is what he says when we are together. However, come morning light he is someone different, someone cold that I don't recognize and he is hers instead of mine. Though our bodies call for each other under the moon, our hearts aren't meant to be during the day. He is my mate, the one the moon goddess has specifically chosen for me out of the millions of wolves that roam the earth. But he will never be mine since he is in love with her. She is the princess of our kingdom and he and she have been promised to each other since long ago. Therefore, I can only yearn for him during the day and greedily accept him by night. What happens when fascination turns to obsession and obsession turns to possession? Meet Gale, a young omega from the Fire Rose pack. She is an orphan that grew up in the military and she is the second in command to Chance, the alpha heir of her pack and her mate. Though they are mates, Chance believes in duty and has chosen to ignore their bond and marry the princess of the kingdom of Langley, a prosperous land that deals in herbs and stones for healing and magic. Though Chance has rejected her, he can't seem to leave her alone. During the day he is a responsible and cold leader. But by night he is a wild animal that can't keep his hands off of Gale. What will happen when Chance's fiance finds out about his secret affair? Will Chance be able to forget his promise to another to listen to his heart or will he and Gale forever just be a secret?

“I’m going to split you open on my cock right here on this table,” he snarled, fangs grazing the frantic pulse in my throat, “and knot you so deep my daughter and every wolf in this pack will smell me dripping out of your ruined little cunt for weeks. Tell me you want that, babygirl. Beg Daddy for it.” I was shaking, slick running down my thighs, clit throbbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Yes… please…” His massive hand clamped around my throat, squeezing until stars burst behind my eyes. “Yes what, little human?” “Yes, Daddy,” I choked out, voice breaking. “Ruin me. Breed me. Right fucking now.” --- I never should’ve stepped foot in Ireland for my best friend’s Christmas wedding. Not when I’ve spent months on my knees in the dark, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning her father’s name like a prayer. Alpha Cassian Blackthorne. Ruthless. Feral. Old enough to be my father...twice over. The monster who makes empires kneel and wolves beg, the wolf who could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist… and the only man I want choking me with his belt while he forces every thick inch down my throat. He’s forbidden. He’s depraved. He’s looking at me now under the blood-red Christmas lights like he’s already tasted my surrender. And he has one holiday wish... To hunt me. Break me. Fuck me raw and bloody until I’m addicted to his knot. Until I’m carrying his pup and wearing his bite like a collar. This Christmas, the Alpha isn’t asking permission. He’s taking his naughty little human pet… And I’m already dripping for the day he finally snaps.

The dormitory entrance downstairs is completely blocked. After squeezing to the front row, a he-wolf from the physical training camp next door points and whistles at me. "Look, that's the Luminian vixen. She's famous for being a notch-collector and will do it with any Alpha." My bed is strewn with rotten meat and animal entrails. On the wall, the words "Harlot", "Floozy", and "Tart" are scrawled in bright red lipstick. Jessica Cobb, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheer captain, holds up her phone. "Girls, I really don't want to expose her, but she's just filthy," she says with a face filled with contempt. "She's worse than a dog in heat. On Monday, it was the little hottie with the six-pack abs in his Ferrari. "Wednesday, it was the mature Alpha who reeks of cigars and has eyes that look like they want to devour you in his Bentley. Yesterday, it was that old gentleman with the monocle who's into domination in his Rolls-Royce." She shoves the photos right in the faces of the surrounding women. "Clearly, she didn't come here to study, but to find a sugar daddy." Despite the crystal-clear pictures showing me in those cars, I can't reveal that the men with me are my obsessively controlling older brother, my hot-tempered uncle, and my great-uncle. Respectively, they are the Alpha King of Lumin, the Chief Justice, and the Chair of the Elders' Council. The surrounding male werewolves burst into laughter, their eyes roaming over my thighs. "Hey, Luminian doll, how much for one night? I'd like a taste of you too." They have no idea that these men they're fantasizing about as my sugar daddies are actually the werewolf elders they can least afford to mess with in this lifetime.

Abandoned as a newborn on the edge of rogue territory, the female lead never knew a mother’s touch or a father's protection. She was raised among outcasts—rogues feared and despised by the werewolf packs. Though life was brutal, it was all she knew. Despite their coldness, she learned to survive, hunting like a shadow and fighting with a ferocity that belied her soft features. But one truth haunted her every breath: at nineteen, she still hadn’t shifted. No wolf. No bond. No howl. To the rogues, she became an oddity. An embarrassment. A burden. Whispers turned into suspicion. Some claimed she was cursed. Others swore she was human. But her instincts screamed otherwise—especially under a full moon, when her body trembled and her veins burned with an unknown power. Everything unraveled when a visiting beta from a powerful pack, known for his cruelty, sensed a faint bond and tried to claim her. When she rejected him publicly, his pride cracked. In revenge, he spun a web of lies, calling her a witch, a traitor, a danger to everyone around her. Without a trial, the rogues chose exile. But they didn’t stop there. To appease the packs and protect their own hides, they sold her. Chained like an animal and dragged into the world beyond the rogue borders, she was labeled a slave, her identity erased. She was passed from master to master; beaten, starved, and silenced. Yet something inside her refused to break. With every insult, every chain, her soul burned hotter. Stronger. And then, one night, in the deepest hour of despair, her wolf howled. The world will regret what it did to her. Because she is no mere rogue… She is the Luna fate forgot and the one destiny has been waiting for.

I've been in love for six years, but my wedding has been called off 99 times by the man who claims to love me most, the mafia boss, Daniel Reed. The first time is on a private island off the coast of Sorellia. He promises me a secret wedding. But an hour before the ceremony, he gets a call saying that his new assistant, Emily Jennings, has been taken by a rival family. Without a word, he leaves me behind and sails off into the night. The second time, we're standing at the altar, exchanging vows. His underboss then leans in and whispers, "Emily's in trouble." Daniel tears off his boutonniere and walks out without looking back. Emily has been kidnapped again—this time, near the border district. He leads an armed raid that very night while I'm left behind, becoming the laughingstock in the mafia's VIP lounges. No matter when I schedule the wedding, Emily always ends up in danger. And Daniel always runs to her without hesitation. Eventually, I realize I will never win against the reckless Gen Z assistant who constantly drags him into chaos. After the 99th cancellation, I decide to break up with him and disappear from Valemont. I move out overnight, erase every trace of myself, leaving nothing behind. But I never expect him to go completely mad. He shuts down the ports, searches every villa, and unleashes his entire family's intelligence network just to find me. His eyes burn red like a wild animal on the edge of collapse. "Elara," he growls, "just give me one more chance."