Canine Knot Novels & Stories

“Shit, I lost control and knotted her. I think I marked her too.” Desmond freezes for a second before his expression twists. “Did you lose your mind?” he mutters. “Well, technically, you did. But how the hell do you knot and mark a random Omega? Do you even remember who you are in this city?” My jaw tightens. The major issue here is, I have no idea what she looks like. I push myself to my feet, grabbing the jersey hanging on the door frame and pulling it on quickly. It smells faintly familiar.

“Feel that, baby? That’s my knot tying you to me, keeping my cum deep where it belongs, gonna breed you so good under the full moon, turn you all the way, make you wolf, make you luna, make you scream my name while you change with my cock locked inside you.” I whimpered, rocking back as much as the knot let me, loving how full I felt, how stuck, how owned, and moaned, “Yes, fuck, do it, breed me, turn me, I don’t care anymore, just don’t stop.” He chuckled dark, nipping my neck, grinding slow while the knot kept us joined, aftershocks making us both twitch and gasp for what felt like forever. Outside the den I could hear the pack pacing, boots crunching, low growls and muttered curses, restl

“So a knot, huh? Is it a part of wolf sex?” He puffed out a laugh. “Not normally.” He brushed back her springy curls. “A knot only forms between fated mates. Since we haven’t had fated mates for 50 decades now, it had become sort of myth.” “But here we are…locked together.” “Yes,” he said, kissing her neck. “My fated mate.” “I don’t understand it.” “I know. I’ll try to explain it all.” “What does it do? The knot.” “It increases the chance of breeding between mates and bonding.”

GISELLE Even though Waylon had made me cum a few moments ago, my walls clenched continuously, reminding me of the emptiness. It intensified my need, and yet the cruel man was denying me what I needed the most- his knot. I needed it desperately to clench around. I had never had a knot in my life before. Very few wolves had knots. Mostly, the Alphas got a knot as soon as they met their mates. None of my previous lovers had knots.

Duke Ethan saw the confusion on my face and proceeded to explain it to me. "Unlike the marking where it just entails the two of you bearing each other's scent and aura, 'the knotting' is a lot more intense." Duke Ethan began and I listened attentively. "It involves not just the man imprinting on your body, but on your wolf and soul as well."

I whisper. “What?” She asked. I knew she had questions about the whole knotting thing, and since we wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, I tried to explain. “Only lycans have what is referred to as a knot. As you can feel it swells up locking us together.” I tell her.

Selene leaned down, bit his neck hard , marking him , then whispered against his ear, “Your knot is swelling for me. Good boy. Give it to your Alpha.” Lucien could feel it , the thick base of his cock expanding, locking them together. The pressure was intense, almost painful in the best way. Selene ground down harder, forcing the growing knot deeper inside her. When it finally popped past her entrance , locking them , she threw her head back and howled. The pack answered with a chorus of howls. Selene rode the knot , short, grinding movements that rubbed her clit perfectly against him. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the swollen base, milking him relentlessly.

"Okay, that's creepy and adorable at the same time and I don't know what to do with that." "There's more." He tracks the light up the beach. The fisherman's boot. Sitting on a flat rock above the tide line, upright, laces tucked in, positioned like a display in a shop window. Next to it, arranged in a tidy row are a dog collar, a child's plastic shovel, and three bottle caps. "It put them in size order," Noah says. "It gave the boot back." "It also gave the collar back and kept the dog." Right. That.

Kane's hands, meanwhile, roughly knead the flesh of my ass, which is still connected with his knot. Kane grunts and starts spurting inside me again, filling my forbidden channel with a second charge. Dog follows immediately after. His knot forms just after my entrance, and my ring tightens around him as he starts to spurt. His howls of hot release echo through the chamber. A moment later, Truk's knot dangles inside my mouth. I have to open even more to hold it in, and my jaw aches from the exertion. His cock throbs, emptying its load straight down my esophagus.

I nodded shakily, glancing at Zelda, who didn't know what was happening then. I took two quick steps forward, but she raised her hands for me to stay where I was, "Please let me know what I should do with Blood Canine." She shook her head, "nothing." "Nothing?" I was getting a little angry. "If I just do nothing, Alpha Tristan will kill me." "You mean your mate, Akasha?" "He's not my mate, and I'm not what you say I am." She smiled at me as I came closer, whispering, "You don't think the color of your eyes is because you are of mixed breed, do you?"