Dog Knot Novels & Stories

Julie asks and Gwen claps her hands. "Ooh. Let me do it." she says excitedly. "Go ahead." Julie says. "So, boys, a knot is when a man wants to get his mate pregnant, hence Pearl's breeding comment. When he finishes, his cock swells until he's basically stuck in his mate so none of that baby making juice falls out." The more she speaks the more I feel the blood rush to my face. I'm sure I'm bright red and slightly horrified by her explanation. I look over at Jack, and he's stopped chewing, looking at Gwen as if trying to ascertain if she's being serious.

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

One of them jumped into the ditch, picked it up, and handed it to me. Fuck. They're good at fetching things. I took a glance at the rope and saw a strange knot at the end. "It's a sailor's knot, Alpha," one of the guards said. "I used to work on a boat. We have a special knot to secure the goods on board." "Are you sure about it, Lynel?" "Yes. But I'm not suggesting that I have anything to do with this rope, though." I grabbed the rope in my hand and threw the lighter back to Mick.

His other hand moved away, just long enough to shrug off his coat and wrap it around my waist. "Where was the guy with you earlier?" he suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the knot he was making. I blinked. "Guy? Who?" He paused for a beat. Something shifted in his expression. "The one... never mind," he muttered, brushing it off. I was about to utter a question again when he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style. Instinctively, I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt like déjà vu. "Next time, don’t drink too much if you can’t handle your liquor, hm?" Rome chided as we exited the place, but I was too distracted—buried in the scent of his neck—to really hear a word he was saying.

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 just know I have to keep going. “Fuck,” he says, suddenly, pulling out. “What?” I ask, stumbling away from the tree in a daze. “I’m knotting,” he says. “It only happens with a True Mate.” I look down at the swelling that bulges at the base of his cock, the one I started to feel right before he stopped. “What does that mean?” I ask. “You’ll see,” he says, pulling me back to him, a determined look in his eye. He seizes the back of my thighs, lifts me up, and impales me with his erection. I can feel a strain when I reach the knotted part at the base, and he

And when it locks, when my knot swells and he clamps down around me, crying out as he shakes beneath me, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and hold him through it. “Good,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him slowly now. “You did so fucking good, Princess.” And he clings to me like he believes it. I don’t know how many times I take him until his heat passes, but we both fall asleep with my knot still deep inside him.

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.”

I whispered. "I don't know. I've never— this has never happened before." "Never?" "The knot only happens with a true mate. With a completed bond." He pressed his forehead against mine and his breathing was ragged. "You're the only person I've ever knotted." I pulled his face down and kissed him slow and deep while his body was locked inside mine and the knot was pulsing gently with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a wave of pressure through me that was right on the edge between pleasure and too much. My body clenched around the knot involuntarily and he groaned and his hips twitched and the movement sent a spike of sensation through both of us that made my back arch.

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.