Dog Knots Novels & Stories

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.

"Damon! What are you doing?!" He was knotting me?! My mind screamed. How far gone was he? An Alpha shouldn't knot an Omega—not unless they were mated, or at the very least planning to get married. It was an unwritten law of the packs. The chances of pregnancy after a knot jumped to a staggering seventy-five percent. "Relax...Milaya" he whispered against my ear, his voice so low that I didn’t even register the nickname. I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I pushed at his arms. "Damon!"

Her whole body seized, clenching around the knot, and the clenching made him growl again, a sound that shook the bed, and his cum kept coming, pump after pump of hot liquid filling her while the knot held everything inside. They lay there. Locked. His body on hers, heavy, hot, fur against her skin. She could feel his heartbeat through the knot, through his cock, through his chest. Too fast. Too hard. Too many chambers. "How long?" she asked. "The knot. Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty." "Thirty minutes?" "It goes down." She laughed. A breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "I'm stuck on your wolf cock for thirty minutes." "You said you didn't care."

Smack in the middle of the page is an article titled 'The Knot: Myth or Reality? I blink at the screen, my brain tripping over the words. 'The Knot - Rumoured to be a unique feature of male werewolves in both folklore and popular fiction, the knot is said to form at the base of…' Nope. I force my eyes away and scroll the mouse until I hit the bottom of the page. This is stupid. That is just a weird site for people who dream about shirtless wolf-men claiming them under a full moon. It's got nothing to do with Thorne. Nothing to do with me.

His knuckles whitened around his glass. I stepped closer despite myself, drawn like a moth. “Duty. Right. That’s why your scent spikes every time I’m near you during my cycles. That’s why you growl at anyone who looks at me twice.” I reached out and poked his chest. “Admit it. You get off on controlling me.”

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.

My knot starts swelling and the moment Noah feels it he pushes back into it, working himself over it before it locks in with a stretch that has both of us shouting. He comes from the pressure it creates inside him, his whole body seizing around me, too good and tight and warm for me to resist coming with him. I empty into him in pulses that go on and on while the strap creaks and the pine rail finally, quietly, splits. We snort out a quiet laugh, too satisfied and languorous to say anything about it now. I get the cuffs off him, still inside him, still joined. His wrists are slightly chafed where the leather bit when he strained closer to me. I press a gentle kiss to each of them.

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.

He seemed both sheepish and embarrassed. I wiggled my hips and felt it. "Are we locked together?" He nodded. "There's a knot in your dick?" He nodded again. "I'm sure you can break it," he said carefully, "but it would be pretty painful for me." "Uh, okay." There's never been a knot before. What was this all about? He read my expression. "The werewolf gets a knot when he makes love. I don't." He kissed my neck. "So let's just enjoy this time that we have, um, locked together."

My legs shiver, my body in a state of uncertain pleasure. My wolf is at the peak. She has never felt this rush of emotions before. She is finally getting what she wanted. When I'm satisfied, I finally release his head and he stands. He's still fully dressed, why? I must do something about it. I go down on my own knees before him, ready to be blessed by him. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his boxers. His cock is already very hard and turgid.