Canine Knot Novels & Stories

Rachel’s sharp eyes quickly caught on to the problem. The rope around the dog’s neck was too tight, cutting off its air supply. The rope was thin, almost embedded into its skin, hidden in the folds of its neck. “We need to loosen the rope around its neck!” Rachel said. Aron noticed the rope too, and frantically tried to untie it, but in his urgency, he only tightened it more. Seeing his method wasn’t working, Rachel quickly took a key from her bag, attached to a small knife. “This might hurt it, please hold the dog still. I’ll cut the rope.”

Their blood, their history, and their choices flowed through my chest, meeting in the center of the silver wolf-scar. "She can't swallow it," Ronan shouted, his voice echoing inside my own skull. "The bond is too heavy!" He was right. The Star-Wolf was a creature of singular hunger. She was used to consuming isolated souls and thinned-out pack threads. But this Trinity Knot was a paradox. It was a fated bond and a chosen bond, a prince and a rogue, a healer and an orphan, all fused into a single, unbreakable knot. I saw the Star-Wolf flinch.

Well, one day, I might be if I decide I want to die out of boredom. "Not to worry, mate, we thought of a way to protect you during the day. The camp stays up while the sun is out, and we return home after it settles," the dog next to me speaks as if he can read my mind. Wait, can he? I furrow my brows, and he chuckles, leaning closer to whisper, "Not yet. After I mark and knot you, then yes, and vice versa. You will be more than welcome to get in my head as you please; I have no secrets to hold from my mate."

I’m not sure if I want to mention the missing knot or just go straight to telling him how much I just enjoyed what he did to my body, so I cut myself off and just let out a contented sigh as I kiss the top of his arm. “I didn’t knot you because you're pregnant, Killer; it's not a punishment or me holding back. My wolf won’t allow it while you have precious cargo on board; it could hurt the pup and neither of us will risk that.” Gideon explains softly as he places a soft hand on my small bump; he applies just a little pressure, which makes me giggle and slam my thighs together. I can feel him leaking out of me. It should gross me out but instead I’m tightening my core in an effort to keep eve

“No. Well not really. When he finishes, typically the male would pull out, but knotting is when he stays inside and his wolf comes forward.” “And...” the suspense is killing me. “His cock swells at the base, like a wolfs, or dogs. That is what a knot is. It locks the two together, keeping his cum inside, keeping them connected, building the bond between the human sides and the wolf sides. It can be intense, especially with an Alpha. Back in our grandparents’ days it was considered a fact of life, something to be endured by females, as were many things. But believe it or not, males are much more enlightened now.” He winks and chuckles, trying to lift the mood, but I’m still stuck on being stu

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a good omega. Made for breeding." He crooked his fingers, found that spot inside, and Kai's back arched.

He could tell. He returned to the cabin. Darkness had fallen. Snow was coming down. He crouched in the doorway and watched it. Gray Wolf lay at his feet, head resting on his boot. The white cloth on its right foreleg was wet with snow. He unwrapped it and wound a dry one in its place, torn from his own sleeve, gray-white. He wrapped it better this time. Not because he had learned, but because he remembered how her hands had done it. Two loops down from the knee, two loops up from the ankle, a knot in the middle. He tied a knot. Too tight. He undid it. Retied it. Looser. There.

“It will be uncomfortable at first, but then it should ebb away, and it will go down.” He laid them on their sides; the position he’d knotted her in wasn’t ideal for comfort, but he was able to maneuver them easily. “That’s a first,” Kenzie said after a couple of minutes of silence. Viper’s knot did not always inflate, and when it did, he’d made sure not to knot her. It would deflate as soon as it popped when it wasn’t locking him to someone. However, he wanted to for the mating season. “Do you dislike it?” he asked.

I whispered. "It will feel better in this position. I'm sorry," he whispered, running his fingers up and down my back. "Knotting is so fucking weird," I said as I looked at him. "We're like a bunch of dogs joined like this." Miall chuckled as he kissed my forehead. "It's a way for you to get pregnant; only Lycans can knot with their mates." "Pregnancy itself is already painful, so why should making a baby also be painful? I should've mated with a regular wolf," I said, and his chest rumbled as he growled. "I'm joking."