Dog Knot Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

My eyes narrowed at Noah leading me into Lucifer's house and down the hall toward the black door room. "I'm not into bestiality," I exclaimed and Adria told me it's not what I was thinking. "You need Noah's knot," she chuckled and I snorted rudely and told her outright no. "I can't have any more children so his knot is meaningless," I protested yet still he held my wrist within his toothy muzzle. "Keir is telling me to tell you to take a walk on the wild side for once in your boring life," Adira tells me. I rolled my eyes and glared at the wolf.

“Well, it’s okay to be nervous. Just give us a chance, huh? Don’t judge until you’ve actually spent some time with the folks around here. I think you’ll like some of them if you give them a chance.” That didn’t seem like too much to ask, so I nodded. “Great! Oh, here’s someone you’ll like. Her name is Jules. She’s our resident story teller.” I followed where he was pointing to see a woman, a vampire, perched on a bench with a mass of brightly colored yarn arrayed around her. I saw her wiggle a pair of sticks, and realized she was knitting. Of all things, I had never imagined a vampire would knit.

“Beg for it, pretty boy. Beg for your alpha’s knot.” “Please knot me Damien, I need it, need your knot, breed me, fill my hole, make me yours…” He roared, slamming home one last time, knot popping inside, locking us together as he came, hot, thick ropes flooding my omega hole, pulse after endless pulse. The pressure triggered my own orgasm, my cock spurting between us, coating our stomachs as my hole milked his knot, pulling every drop deeper. “Mine, mate, fuck, Alex—” he groaned, hips grinding, knot throbbing inside me, sealing his cum deep. “You’re never getting away. My omega. My pretty boy.”

The guilt over lying here and letting it happen is going to keep me up for the rest of my life. Then the wind turns. Just a breath of it, swinging round off the water, and I taste us on it. Both of us. The want and the sweat and the leather of him, sailing straight up the road after the pack. A shape peels off the back. The big one. Doubling back, nose down, following the thread of two idiots who couldn't keep their hands off each other in a ditch. "Knife," I breathe. The crossbow goes flat against the bracken and a sliver of silver comes up into Noah’s fist.

I gasped, voice shaking, scared out of my mind, feeling only his base swell. He leaned in close, his voice a dark whisper against my ear. “Don’t you know werewolf anatomy?” I froze. “I’m knotting you,” he said, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “Knot?” I gasped, trying to turn my head, but his grip only tightened. “My cock’s going to swell inside you and stay locked for a while.” His words came out rough, though I understood clearly. “I hope you took your pills, mouse.” My eyes widened, my heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. I had read about knotting, and from what I’d gathered, the chances of conception during a knot were astronomically high—pills or no pills.

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."

When he stopped, I praised the Lord in my heart. "Like…um…like… to go get a rope or Mother's kneating wool?" He propped himself on one elbow as he locked eyes with me. "Then what after that?" "You knot it. What you want to knot." "Dina?" "Yeah?" Answering softly, I avoided his searching gaze. "It's not that kind of knot." "It's not?" He shook his head slightly. "But this one hurts so bad. I'm gonna die if you go too far." "You won't die. A Luna is stronger than she can ever imagine."

He vaguely remembered reading about something like that when he was doing research on wolves but he had no idea what exactly knots actually were. “Just…” Alfie buried his face in Jaden’s neck, nosing at the spot under his ear. “...some part of mating. Usually when someone like me has sex, roughly at the end the lower part of the dick swells and… gets stuck? It’s weird to explain, but it basically locks you together until a while after sex.” Jaden was surprised. Nothing like that had happened with them, so he was kind of curious. “Why didn’t that happen just now?”

I screech at this point, my finger even pointing at the kinky p*rn scene, “and this is just from one man. I have three! When the other finish, I need to deal with two more jumbo p*nises!” Zahra and Acacia surprisingly snorted and laughed so hard, Zahra even fell onto the carpeted floor. “I am sorry, but jumbo p*nis? That was hilarious?! It reminds me of the fairy that chooses a werewolf as her mate. She fainted when I told her about knotting.” Zahra said to me. She was wiping tears from her eyes. “But, dear, in all seriousness, you need to perform the knotting at least once, because it is one of the mandatory consummation for the werewolf pack.”