Dog Knoting Novels & Stories

It would be unusual if he didn’t know my stage name. “I won’t drop my hand,” I insisted, my chin clenched. I would rather die than allow this man to take away the one thing I held dearly. “It seems you have no idea what I do to my pets when they bore me.” “I’m not your pet!” I said sharply. “I’m not a dog you can just put a leash on and claim it as a pet!”

he whispered, kissing my neck. He was still deep inside of me and we both had to wait until his dick returned to normal before he could pull out of me. It’s another reason why knotting is only used for your mate - you both have to stay locked together like this. Depending on the wolf, it can take hours, but it strengthens the bond. I could feel the thousand sparks dancing over my skin. “Let me see you,” he removes my top from my eyes and I wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss his lips tenderly as I feel my wolf purr, finally happy. We had been knotted.

What if she finds out I’m letting my stepfather destroy me like this? Damien flipped her onto all fours and mounted her like a wolf. His massive ten-inch cock slammed balls-deep into her soaked pussy in one thrust. He railed her with brutal, deep strokes, balls slapping her clit, claws pricking her wide hips and drawing thin lines of blood. “Feel that, baby girl? This cunt was made for Daddy’s knot.” He knotted her twice in that position, flooding her womb until her belly bulged slightly. Then he pulled out and claimed her ass — stretching the tight ring around his girth while fingering her pussy. The dual sensation made her squirt again, soaking the sheets.

Antony This full moon has been unusual to say the least. None of our mates has knotted, which is strange, but I was told it is part of Draknar’s powers. He can prevent us from knotting so that we can keep going, not that I knott anyone, but our other mates usually knott one another or Knott me. I enjoy being knotted. I know not everyone is a fan of being knotted, but maybe because I am an Omega, or maybe because it makes me feel more connected to my mates, I enjoy it.

But all annoyance fled, replaced by open-mouthed shock, as I reran the search without any filters. Okay, so somehow I’d made it twenty-five years without ever knowing that alphas had…a knot. A knot? I read the description I’d found on one of the many websites that had popped up, my eyes widening and widening. Because, what, the evolutionary biology powers-that-be had sat down and said, “You know what? Alpha cock just isn’t big enough. Let’s make it get even bigger once it’s in there. Huge! And also, since alphas don’t already have enough advantages in size and strength and everything, the knot’ll keep their mates from getting away. In case they’re still conscious. LOL!”

" She frowned and stomped in. Knox let loose a particularly blood-curdling growl before lunging forward. I grabbed his collar before he could reach Ruthie, who screamed and backed up, almost toppling down the porch steps. "What is that!?" She pointed at Knox. "My new dog, remember?" "I know, but he's huge! And he has so many sharp teeth. And he tried to bite me!" Ruthie wailed. "Quiet, Knox." He shut up. "Ruthie, you just startled him. I should have put him in his crate. I forgot he didn't know you."

The idea was fun at first but it wasn’t anymore. "Ease up." Knox's voice came from behind me. "You're gripping too hard." I loosened my fingers, but they were still shaking. It had been shaking since we left the cabin. Since I woke up this morning with his… Stop. Don't think about it. "Loop it first," Knox said. "Then the anchor. I twisted the wire, trying to remember the steps. "You're not listening." "I am." "Then why are you making a bracelet instead of a snare?"

Without saying another word, he pulled away and reached for one of the instruments displayed on the table. "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe." Zena's heart sank to her stomach as Knox reached for for a collar decorated with spikes around it. He proceeds to trail his fingers across the other tools littered on the table, landing on a 9 inch nail. Zena swallowed hard the lump that had gathered in her throat as she watched in horror. Her countenance did a 360° when Knox glanced back at her, his darkened eyes glowing with menace. "How about we start off easy? We have the whole of your life to explore every single tool on this table." He declared, putting aside the tools in his hand and grabbed a whip ha

I don't move. "Specific spot." His hand comes up and touches his own neck, the muscle where it meets the shoulder, like he needs the map to say it. "Right there. It's called a claiming bite. It's not a mark. It's not a hickey with better PR. It binds you. Both of you." "For how long?" "Life." The refrigerator hums. Nothing else in the house moves. "There's no undoing it. No walking it back, no divorce, no oops. Wolves mate for life if they choose to. The bite is how. You do it once, and it's done."

“Knotting is…um, well... it’s um—” Avery wasn’t sure why Ian kept stuttering as she demanded an explanation, but it turns out he was just too embarrassed to say it. “Remember when I said werewolves also have an animalistic part to them? It’s like that. It’s simply the alpha’s, you know… genitals swelling in their mates during copulation to keep their seeds in and thus increase the chance for conception; it can go on for hours, sometimes days. It mostly happens during an alpha's rut, which is the equivalent of an omega’s heat.” Then he went ahead and gave her a textbook definition.