Canine Knot Novels & Stories

“Stop getting fucking big! Do you want to tear my insides?!” “I… I don't know what's happening!” I confessed, leaning close to him. I couldn't tell how to stop this. I'd never knotted in someone before, though I'd heard about it. An alpha male, only knots in the one he would spend the rest of his life with, and I'd never found that person. Not only that, but the urge to knot only came during our rutting seasons, and I wasn't in any fucking rut. Which would mean… I peered down at Aithan who was still thrashing in pain under me, looking like he was a few seconds from sending me on a path to meet my ancestors.

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”

I prefer carrying her anyway, so this works for me. ‘You said we would only knot her sometimes. Does that mean we can control it?’ I ask my wolf, hoping I won’t put her through that again so soon when I finally get my hands on her how I want to. It’s weird referring to my wolf and I as ‘we’. It was always me, and him. Two separate beings, but now it’s starting to feel like we are united, especially when it comes to Rose. ‘We will knot her and crave her when she is ovulating. Her hormones will very literally drive us mad with the need to breed her. The claiming knot is a one off.’ He tells me, his thoughts seemingly somewhere else.

A double knot. I'd heard about them but never experienced one—when a wolf's knot swelled so large during mating that it essentially created a second point of pressure, a second lock that made separation completely impossible until it deflated naturally. It usually only happened with true fated mates, when the bond was strong enough and the compatibility perfect enough to trigger that additional response. And it was happening to us.

I felt so stuffed and claimed, and I came again just from the pressure of the knot rubbing against my g-spot. Cane kept grinding into me, short, hard thrusts that made the knot tug at my entrance and press against my womb. “Feel that?” he groaned. “My knot is so deep inside you. You are stuck on my cock now. You are going to take every drop when I come, and then I am going to mark you so everyone knows you belong to me.” I was a shaking, moaning mess under him, my body overwhelmed with pleasure and the slight pain from how big he was. Cane pounded me with the knot still locked inside me, grinding and thrusting until I came one more time, sobbing and crying out his name.

Right, they use those during mating season to make sure that the males don’t mark the female they are using during this season. “Can I have one too, please?” I asked before Zurig walked back and he nodded, getting another one before closing the drawer. The collar is made so thick that the k-nine’s can not reach the neck if the male goes to mark her. Mine is thicker than Sandy’s. Probably because Zurig has bigger teeth than normal guys.

Caden said he was very excited when his owner said he will train him, but upon arriving at the place the other was talking about, his claws which he had never once used after he had accidentally hurt his owner is again stretch out trying to cling and remain to his owner's clothes, refusing to let go.

Alexander's POV I watched Summer's eyes widen at my question, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Knotting was sacred among our kind—the deepest connection an alpha could form with his mate, and often led to creating new life. "Are you sure?" Summer whispered, her fingers tracing the contour of my jaw. "That's... that's a big step, Alexander." My wolf, Orion, pawed restlessly inside me, desperate to claim her completely. Through our connection, I could sense her wolf Aurora's reciprocal desire, but also something else—a shadow of old pain that never quite disappeared.

“No, she’s not. She doesn’t belong to us, and she’s someone else's mate.” My wolf snarls, then, with a huff, he goes silent. Good, I can do with some silence right now and dealing with an obsessive wolf wasn’t at the top of my list at present. I lay down on the cool grass in front of the cave, breathing out a sigh and wondering what the fuck is going to happen now. When we fucked, I am pretty sure I felt myself knotting her, but how the fuck can that be? You’re only meant to knot and impregnate your mate, no one else. Not even a casual sex fest can cause a male wolf to knot inside of a woman not deemed his mate.