Dog Knot Story Novels & Stories

Instead of being sated, his co*k seemed to elongate inside me. “Xandrios,” I whispered in confusion. Was he knotting me? I had heard about knotting between fated mates. You couldn’t knot with anyone else but your fated mate. Was it true? “Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.” He cupped both my cheeks in his hands and kissed me like I was the most precious one for him. It eased away all the doubts I had about knotting. He vibrated more and this time; it was on a different level altogether, hitting my G-spot continuously until fluid spilled from me, coating him more.

"You're not lucky, but you're a special case. You got pregnant before I even did the knot, and you've done a great job raising our child." Noreen blushed. "I know what a knot is. You did it to me last time." Thierry's eyebrows raised teasingly. "How did you know?" "I'll learn. You grew inside me, Alpha Thiery, almost suffocating me!" Noreen said, looking away. "Well, it's my way of expressing my love to my mate," Thiery said softly. "If there's no longer a bond between mates, or the bond is broken for whatever reason, there will never be another knot in any relationship."

The knots, warm and pulsing, settled within her, a constant reminder of their presence, their claim. The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths. Lucas and Jake held her close, their bodies pressed against hers, their warmth enveloping her. They stroked her hair, kissed her neck, whispered words of comfort and reassurance. The physical act of knotting was more than just a sexual release; it was a bonding, a merging of souls, a sealing of their fates.

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've got you. I'm right here." It was the longest two minutes of his life, filled with worry, sexual satisfaction, and guilt. He should never have allowed all part of him such active participation in claiming their mate if he knew that their combined release—the knot—would hurt her like this afterward. It had to be that because there was no other explanation. Finally, her body relaxed under his. She exhaled a loud breath before she settled into a deep, exhausted slumber. The knot lasted for an hour. He would have slept it off already, but he chose to stay awake, keeping watch over her, listening to her labored breathing. He loved watching her sleep.

“Get it out! What did you do?” “It’s the knot,” he muttered, voice strained like he was trying not to come again just from the way I was clenching. “Mates. Full bond. It happens sometimes when the wolves take over. I can’t. fuck, I can’t pull out yet. It’ll hurt you worse.”

"It's just... I'm curious if you would... uh..." Vance lifted his head to look at her. Looking concerned for what Astrid was about to ask but Astrid forced Vance to get back into the position she was once in. A huff coming from Vance as a result. So that's when Astrid just came out with it. "Would you... I... Would knot me?" Usually, knotting was only done with the two destined together found each other, but Astrid was curious. Expecting that Vance would explain how he wanted only to know his true mate as he should- but something else came out.

The knot at the base of his cock swelled bigger with every thrust, catching on her entrance until finally, with a brutal push, it popped inside. Locked. Tied. The fullness was overwhelming. Ronan ground deep, the knot pressing relentlessly against her g-spot as he came with a deafening roar, flooding her with hot pulses that wouldn’t stop. Kira shattered again, vision whiting out, body shaking in his hold. They stayed tied for long minutes, his cock still twitching inside her. Ronan licked the bite mark gently, soothing it. His body slowly softened, not shifting completely, but the feral edge eased. When the knot finally went down enough, he pulled out carefully, a rush of his come spilling

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"