Blood Knot Movie Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Feral Knotting Under the Moon and Rival Bites That Claim Deep The massive knot at the base of Lucas’s cock throbbed deep inside Damien, locking them together on the forest floor. Every slow grind of Lucas’s hips forced another thick spurt of hot alpha cum into Damien’s already overflowing guts. The pressure was intense, the stretch burning in the most addictive way as the knot swelled even larger, sealing every drop inside.

"Sophia, find the suture kits in the black bag. And the alcohol." For the next hour, the world shrank down to the space of that narrow mattress. I didn't stop to think about *how* I knew what to do. My fingers just moved on pure, unadulterated instinct. I cleaned the jagged edge of the bullet wound, wiping away the dark red smear from his ribs. When I took the curved needle and the black thread from Sophia, my hands didn't hesitate. I pierced the skin, pulling the edges together, tying the knots neat and tight, just like I had seen someone do a thousand times before in some distant, blurry memory.

Everything disappeared, time stood still, the tangles and spark floating around the cluster, tangling through my skin, it pulled and dragged like a magnet towards mental, leaving only a defenceless body. I stood still, with those eyes on mine. The feeling made me afraid, it was unreal. Shaking my head rapidly, I tried desperately to regain my wits. Silence dragged for what seemed like hours, I stood there unsure, not really thinking but just breathing, I had no idea where I was, if I was dead it was still unproven. He stood staring with those cold eyes, I looked away unsure.

At the same time I said that, the wolf man said, “This isn’t the man who lives here.” Blair turns to him, her brow furrowed deeply as she frowns and asks him, “Are you sure?” He nods his head, “Positive. I’ve never met this man before. I know the other guy.” He tilts his head to the side as he looks over Blade and says, “If I had to bet I would think you’re one of the Ambrose brothers… probably the scary looking one that I’ve heard so much about.” Normally a comment like that would make Blade smirk, but he doesn’t stop glaring as he says, “Blade Ambrose, and you are?”

To put out my raging fire before it consumes all in its path? The naked arc of suspended arrogance slashed through the quiet air like a tomahawk aimed at a bone. By the time it brutally reconnected with the floor in a blistering implosion of net and ball, Oakwood's whole roster had slouched and broken, with the last shreds of pluck and pride torn away.

Chapter 30: A Knotted Intrigue The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... A cool breeze greeted a rather lust-addled Conway Rollins as he kneeled before the knotting tree the scent of vanilla wafting all about as he tried his best to struggle against the extending ramifications of his rut-induced desires. His cock was now hard and pulsing as it stretched past the confines of his boxershorts aching to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned it. His nostrils flared and he caught the all too familiar scent of what he had known to have been Porter Fulton as he rounded the corner almost as entranced as he'd been by the pollen from the overbearing knottin

It was so much different from this horror but I became a victim. He looked at me sobbing helplessly and stripped before him and he smirked wickedly. “Spread your legs and pleasure yourself." "I… I can't." My voice cracked. I had cried so much that my voice was sagged. In an instant, he raised my head with the tip of his gun. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, Pretty face. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW." --- Part One: Knots & Tie. ‘I am a Victim.’

She cozied up to Malcolm, looking at him with a love that was almost too intense. However, right in the middle of the ceremony, as Malcolm and Elaine were crowning James and the excitement was at its peak, everyone's phones buzzed with an urgent alert. [Under the laws of the werewolf community, the severance of the bond between Alpha Malcolm and Luna Mila is official. As of noon, they are nothing to each other.] Malcolm had not even checked his phone, still tucked away in his pocket, but the whispers and sidelong glances from the crowd sent a wave of panic through him.

Someone hit the back of my head and I slowly lost my consciousness. I woke up, sitting on a chair and tightly tied to it. “Finally… you’re awake.” “Who are you?!” I shouted at the mystery person in front of me. Based on her physique and tone of voice, I guessed she’s a woman. Who would it be? “Aw… you didn’t recognize me, Honey? You’re hurting my feelings.” She acts like I know her. Who is she? My body stilled, eyes widened when she removed the cover from her face. What the f*ck… this can’t be…

Dull shrieking emitted from behind the gag as she struggled to release herself from the ropes; all her muscles stood out sharply pressing against the cords. "I've got you." I knelt down next to her and tried working the knots out with my fingers. "I've got you. Hold still." My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely hold onto the rope. The knots were secure and Cameron’s struggles only tightened them. And people were shooting all around us. Dying. The dull thuds of bodies hitting ground. "Please." I was in tears now, pulling against the ropes with increasing desperation. "Please, please, please come loose."