Blood Knot Book Novels & Stories

20 Addictive Alpha/Omega tales in One Volume ~~~ Heat. Desire. Forbidden cravings. In the world of Alphas and Omeas, instincts rule, and once the heat begins, there’s no escaping it. A sweet omega’s first heat pushes her protective stepbrother Alpha past the edge of temptation. A young omega discovers her body’s dangerous attraction to every Alpha around her, from her brother’s best friend to the irresistible mechanic down the street. A desperate college student risks everything to seduce her cold billionaire Alpha boss for a final-year project. From brooding professors and possessive bikers to ranchers, single dads, ruthless dukes, and enemies who can’t resist each other’s sce

Honesty is your best policy, as Sawyer learned the hard way. ‘The Butterfly Knot’ wrote itself. Ironically enough a book that should have included intimate details about my own experience in a triad aren’t found in the script. (The original conclusion, long since scrapped.) Still—Sawyer, Kate, and Blythe/Nixx all managed to find one another. Their story became unique. Special, at least to me. Even if the ending isn’t how you envisioned, I hope you all have enjoyed exploring everyone’s journey with me! Please leave me a review, or comment. I'd love your final thoughts on my book.

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

"It won't come off." One just like it had formed on her inner wrist, too. Burned was more like it. A trinity knot, of all things, and originating out of nowhere. At least it didn't hurt anymore. Riley crossed the room and took a seat by his brother. "All your research books and studying didn't say anything about this?" "No." Brady swiped at a smudge of dried blood on his knuckles. He frowned as if surprised it was there.

“She would also cut herself with a silver knife when her wolf overpowered the bracelet.” Her face became pained. Just envisioning that amount of excrutiating torture was a lot to stomach. “How does a wolf overpower any amount of silver, Grandma?” She piled the pancakes on a plate, and went off to her study. It was more of a library, which was supposed to be the living room. It had quickly been taken over by books. She dug through a couple stacks - she had run out of room on the bookcases long ago - and finally came upon the one she was looking for. She dropped it in front of me before returning to the kitchen. I looked down at the book. I pulled away the cloth wrapped around it to see the co

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

“The ritual starts with your alpha. Take my knot under the moon, mate. Let it bind you deeper.” He pushed inside me in one long, powerful thrust. The stretch felt even bigger because of the blood bond. I cried out and arched my back off the furs. He fucked me deep and hard, hips slamming against me while the moonlight made his skin look like it was glowing. His knot swelled fast at the base of his cock. It pushed against my entrance and popped inside with a wet sound that echoed in the den. The thick swell locked us together perfectly.

The knots, warm and pulsing, settled within her, a constant reminder of their presence, their claim. The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths. Lucas and Jake held her close, their bodies pressed against hers, their warmth enveloping her. They stroked her hair, kissed her neck, whispered words of comfort and reassurance. The physical act of knotting was more than just a sexual release; it was a bonding, a merging of souls, a sealing of their fates.