Binding Knot Novels & Stories

They didn't understand what that truly meant though, just that they would be connected to their mate, or chosen mate forever. I knew that it was much more complicated than that. Yes, the souls were bound together, but it was the connection between the two souls that truly immersed them together. The best way to describe the way the marks, or soul binding ceremony worked is with the very real knot that is used in witch ceremonies. The knot binds the souls together, but the more connection the souls have, conversations, touches, caring for one another, sex, each of those interactions created their own knot, within that knot. Like taking each rope, cutting them just a tiny sliver to loosen a th

“That’s good. The knot will take better that way.” He blinked up at her, throat dry. “The what—?” She snapped her fingers. The vines tightened again—this time around his thighs, spreading him open even further, pulling his hips into place. Another set of tendrils slithered around the base of his cock and balls, knotting themselves into a tight, pulsing ring that throbbed with its own magic. The pressure made him gasp. It didn’t just bind him—it forced more blood into his cock, swelling it past what should’ve been possible.

The mere thought of that annoyed him. The top was a sheer bralette with crimson lace cups edged with delicate scalloping; it had thin spaghetti straps. The matching panties were in a thong style with a high-cut waistband; the front had a tiny teasing triangle of lace that barely covered anything. Especially him that had a boyish dick. It would definitely slip out from the supposed triangle coverage. The back was a slim string that would clearly vanish in his ass once he wore it. The sheer stocking clipped to a garter belt, the suspender dangled down. Rory thought he had wasted time looking and admiring the set until Nicholas voiced it.

“I don’t care who your employer is. I’m leaving this city and I want nothing to do with anyone connected to my past. Step aside, please.” The two men exchanged a glance. The second one sighed softly. “We were hoping you’d cooperate. This would be much easier if you came willingly.” Before I could react, the first man moved with surprising speed. His hand shot out, pressing something sharp against the side of my neck — a needle. A cold rush spread through my veins almost instantly. “What—?!” I gasped, stumbling backward. My legs turned wobbly, like they were made of rubber. The world around me began to tilt and blur at the edges. “No… please… don’t…”

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The coarse jute rope hissed as he wrapped it around her upper arms, binding her wrists together before weaving the cord across her chest, securing the knots across her sternum. The Takate Kote instantly pulled her shoulders back, forcing her breasts forward and thrusting her spine into a sharp, arched posture. Without breaking his rhythm, Elijah took a second length of rope and began the Futomomo. He looped the rope around her upper thighs, pulling them wide and securing the knots behind her knees, binding her legs so her center was permanently, brutally exposed. It took a few minutes of silent, highly skilled work. The tension of the knots was firm, precise, and expertly tied to avoid cutti

“Yes. It felt as if something was blocking my vision, a shield that prevented my magic from revealing the other half of the bond. And without the owner in view, it bled back into Makena, making it appear as though she was the royal instead.” She folded her arms, her voice tightening with frustration. “I have never encountered that before. When a wolf mates with a royal, I can always see the royal through the wolf. But this time the bond came to a dead end… and not only that. It was too strong on her side, too… strong enough to suggest a fated bond.” “What? But mates don’t exist… the mate bond doesn’t exist anymore.” Ren said, and Astrid said she knew, but she felt it in her. She said she had

His voice was hoarse, intensely stern. Stunned by his words, I laid still until he was on me again, causing my hips to arch closer to his face. "Annie..." he warned between my legs, smacking my ass. His breath was warm, and the sound of the words sent vibrations through my core and caused me to twitch involuntarily. Saying nothing, he went to the nightstand and came back with Velcro attached to lengths of rope. "What the hell is that?" I gasped. He responded with few words and even less of an explanation. "I told you not to move."

I laugh. “I guess I just want a chance to hold you closer,” Kole admits. So, we dance to the tune of the birds under the pink buds of the trees and it is magic. This is fairytale stuff. This is the kind of thing I never thought I’d experience with anyone, especially not with a rouge. “This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before,” I admit. “It is,” Kole agrees. “This bond between us… It’s magic. It’s special.”

The world seemed to disappear as we stood looking at each other. Athina stirred restlessly inside of me, the pull between me and Logan became almost unbearable. Without thinking, I reached out to touch him. As our skin touched, it was as if time stood still and a golden string of light that only we could see appeared between us. It connected us. It was so delicate, yet it pulsed with a force that took the air out of my lungs. Logan’s eyes widened, “You…” The bond, the mate bond was official. It was no longer just a feeling, it was real. Undeniably real.