Blood Knot Movie Novels & Stories

Mark growled. "SOME ROGUES MANAGED TO INFILTRATE IN OUR PROGRAM AND DISAFFECT IT JUST IN TIME FOR THEM TO SLIP IN!" One of the operators yelled. "How irresponsible of you purple moon!" Elbert of green moon yelled accusingly. "It was in no way our fault. Any system could be pirated." Eric of purple moon defended. "Silent!" Tomramas yelled. They returned back to watching the screen. "The black werewolf grabbed Ethan by the neck lifting him up high." He managed to swing his foot hitting his violently in the face, the wolf let go as he staggered backward.

Two gunshots echoed through the room, and everything seemed to stop for a second. I watched as two lifeless bodies hit the floor in my periphery, letting their red body fluid seep onto the hard, cold floor. A pair of black converse ran up to Mark. Mark pulled and ripped at the rope as hard as he could to break free as quickly as possible. As soon as Mark got to his feet, our savior turned, and I found myself staring at Jessie from where he stood between myself and Mark.

Susanna asked, trying to figure out what Izzy was talking about and trying to figure out what significance a knot had. "Their thing, you know, down there. They put it inside you and move it in and out really fast. Once they're, you know, done, it gets even bigger. Painfully bigger. It's called a knot. At least that's what Cliff called it, knotting me. It stayed for thirty minutes. I couldn't move, I just had to lay there with him inside of me, waiting for it to go away." Izzy's eyes filled with tears as she stared at the water in front of her. Kate and Susanna looked at her in horror, listening to what she was saying but not fully understanding.

Breathing hard. “You okay?” Jax nodded. Tears pricked his eyes—not pain. Relief. Overwhelming. Ronan started moving—slow rolls at first. Deep, steady. Jax wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back. Met every thrust. The knot swelled more—catching at the rim on every pull-back. Teasing. Promising. Jax clawed at Ronan’s shoulders. “Knot me.” “Not yet,” Ronan growled. “Want you to come first.”