Dog Knoting Novels & Stories

Kylie whispered. “In this Blake Light Pack… every werewolves that have found their mate. Will put their mark on their mate's neck... but that's not at all. The werewolves and also the mate need to do knotting to form and bring out a special tattoo on the body of the mate as one of the other signs. That werewolves and mates were a pair and belonged to each other. That's why, I'm saying that our current matting process isn't perfect yet... because we haven't done that knotting yet, Kylie. And we need to do that to be able to bring out a special tattoo on your body as a sign of your ownership as my mate. And I as your mate..."

I staggered back, heaving heavily, my cock was still hard and dripping. Kael was still locked in her ass, watching me with dark eyes. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed one more second, I was going to do something I’d regret. I turned and barged out of the room, slamming the door right behind me. Author’s Note: Knotting is a popular trope in werewolf/shifter smut. When an Alpha is close to orgasm, the base of his cock swells into a large, bulbous “knot” that locks inside his partner, physically tying them together for several minutes.

He leaned down and kissed me hard, then whispered against my lips, “You took your first knot like a perfect mate. But the night is still young. The heat wants more. The pack wants more. And I am nowhere near finished breeding you.” He spread my legs wide again. His cock was already hard and ready for the next round. The other wolves moved in closer, cocks in their hands, eyes glowing with hunger. I moaned and reached for him, my voice raw and needy. “More… please… knot me again… I need all of you…” The heat had me completely now. My body was theirs. My pussy was theirs. And as Thorne pushed back inside me and the knot started to swell once more, I knew this was only the beginning of the long

My free hand moved between us, stroking his leaking cock in time with my thrusts. Riven was falling apart beneath me. His legs shook, toes curling, and body trembling with every brutal thrust. His hole clenched around me like a vice, milking my cock as if begging for my knot. The rut was burning hotter than ever. My balls tightened, the base of my cock swelling as my knot began to form. “I’m gonna knot you,” I growled against his lips, voice dark and possessive. “Gonna lock my knot inside this pretty hole and breed you full. You want that, baby? Want your alpha to pump you full of cum until your belly swells?”

Zane’s dick thickens inside me, locking us in place as he pulses, filling the condom and breathing hard against my back. Holy fuck. I freeze… my heart pounding in my ears as I try to make sense of what’s happening. Did Zane Wynter seriously just knot me?! In what world is that normal? Knotting is something that happens between mates. When the wolves take over and the primal instinct to claim override all logic. It’s how pups are made. It is definitely not how Zane is suppose to fuck me. We don’t talk as the knot slowly starts to subside. And the silence is deafening when Zane pulls out, discarding the condom in a nearby bin.

Everything becomes louder around me. Everything except the conversation I actually need to hear. I open my eyes in disbelief. “Seriously?” I exhale. Then I try again, focusing harder this time. But still nothing comes through, not even a single word. My wolf is just as irritated as I am. The urge to march straight into the clearing and demand answers keeps growing with every passing second. Instead, I force myself to stay hidden and focus, then I inch forward with one careful step. But I accidentally step on something, and a sharp crack echoes.

“Shit, I lost control and knotted her. I think I marked her too.” Desmond freezes for a second before his expression twists. “Did you lose your mind?” he mutters. “Well, technically, you did. But how the hell do you knot and mark a random Omega? Do you even remember who you are in this city?” My jaw tightens. The major issue here is, I have no idea what she looks like. I push myself to my feet, grabbing the jersey hanging on the door frame and pulling it on quickly. It smells faintly familiar.

My cheeks were burning with the embarrassment of asking a question, to which I actually already knew the answer. Knotting is a mechanism in which the Alpha glandalis bulbus swells so that it can lock the hole of its partner. The function of knotting on Alpha is to increase the number of sperm as well as keep ejaculation smooth to produce a high probability of pregnancy. “Maybe thirty minutes to an hour. It was my first time mating with a she-wolf.” Daniel smiled at little as he stroked my cheek. “Your Alpha, how long did the binding take?” he asked.

Not quite convinced Hanna steps back a little and allows Gabriela to answer, Gabriela then says in a slightly sadder tone, “It’s called knotting. It's something that happens to wolves and some other animal species after mating to ensure that the female conceives, though normally it only happens during the female's heat.” Noting the slight confusion but the importance of what she had just said and the delicate state his mate seemed to be in, Vincent decides that that conversation is better left for another time. Wanting to bring her focus back to the moment he moves slightly and groans before he chuckles, “So, my little Alpha, how long are we like this for?”

My brothers have all gathered on the sofa opposite me, literally perched on the edge of their seat, eyes wide, waiting for me to tell them what my wolf is saying. “So, Braydon hit the nail on the head with the knotting thing. It’s not exactly how it is with dogs, obviously. But the gist of it is that when we mate... God I hate that word... but apparently mating us different to fucking. It’s a claim, meant to impregnate the female and give her our scent. So we won’t knot every time we fuck, and only with our mates.” My stomach is roiling at the thought of possibly hurting Rose when I claim her. Knotting aside, there is also the bite to consider, and the sheer size difference between us. At le