Dog Knotted Novels & Stories

"You know your dogs aren't the only ones that dig trees around here." "Shhh," said Porter looking around as if her saying Conway's name would summon him. "There's nothing going on just some odd wolf stuff." Embrey smirked knowing all too well the rumors about The infamous Knotting Tree in the woods almost as much as the wolves had. Porter's cheeks turned red as he saw a flash of Conway Rollins's naked body in his mind before focusing on his sandwich once more. He had not been able to deny his attraction to the hulking brute for himself but he was determined to do so around anyone else with Owen Clark to consider.

But the dog didn't seem to be in pain. Kyron flipped through the air. He used the rock wall as his footrest, then he jumped right over the giant dog's nape and slashed its head so that it rolled onto the ground. Kyron landed proudly on his two goat-like legs. He grinned arrogantly. "Looks like it's quite easy to defeat this monster," said Kyron proudly. The dog's body did not fall to the ground but remained stiffly upright. “Wait! Something off!"

Anger burned through my veins. As I turned to him, Cheyenne pulled her fist up to her mouth and coughed not so discretely, "Mark's girl." Trent's eyes went wide, and he immediately dropped his hand, but it was too late. He had woken the beast. I had warned him not to touch me, and as a human being, I deserved to have that request be respected.

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."

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.

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.

"Yea...I know. Its ok...I'm ready." For the next 5 minutes he hammered into her circling his hips to stretch her a bit more so when he swelled she'd be capable of withstanding the large knot that would form near the head of his cock, locking them together indefinitely. He wanted her to orgasm right when he knotted, that way it would be more pleasurable for her. This would be the first time he'd ever been able to knot inside a female. Any other woman he'd been with he had always worn a condom and pulled out before he knotted. This was something special between mates only, something he and his brother had saved jist for their destined one.

“Because I just caught her playing with Heath in the changing pavilion. There she was, bouncing on him on a bench. Only thing is she’s gone and messed herself up and found Heath can knot her. So the two are stuck out there for a bit. I can’t wait to hear Tyler and her father about this.” Jules closed her eyes, shook her head repeatedly and laughed herself silly. “I know she’s our friend but she’ll get what she deserves, but does Heath deserve her? He’ll have his hands full with her.” “Heath’s a good guy and I’m not sure he has the personal stamina to keep up with her.” “Well, if he can knot her, then someone thinks he can.” She pointed to the heavens when she said this. It was true. Knotting

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.

" I ordered Doni. I fumbled around in my luggage until I found something that resembled a dog collar but was wider and had four large "D" rings on it. It was secured around Doni's neck by me before being padlocked. Doni's body started to tremble, possibly out of excitement, as I could obviously see.