Dog Knotting Novels & Stories

Breathing hard. “You okay?” Jax nodded. Tears pricked his eyes—not pain. Relief. Overwhelming. Ronan started moving—slow rolls at first. Deep, steady. Jax wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back. Met every thrust. The knot swelled more—catching at the rim on every pull-back. Teasing. Promising. Jax clawed at Ronan’s shoulders. “Knot me.” “Not yet,” Ronan growled. “Want you to come first.”

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?"

They needed to be knot, they're not sure if it will cause pregnancy since no one was in heat or in rut, and then to mark each other to fulfill the bond and free HiVi from its first mate. Rikko prayed that the first mate of HiVi will still be able to distinguish reality and illusion, for he knew breaking the mark can make the other party delusional and imagine things that are not existing anymore, and think of things that never happened before. He stopped moving his hard meat in circles after the knot succeeded and he was marked by HiVi, Rikko rolled down changing their position, putting HiVi on top, to make it easier and make the latter feel comfortable. "Take a rest, I don't know how long t

“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?” “Yes, please. Kael, knot me, breed me. ahh!” Riven sobbed, his voice breaking beautifully. I fucked him even harder, the wet slapping sounds growing louder and more obscene. My knot swelled fully, stretching his rim as I forced it inside with one final, deep thrust. “Fuck… take it— take my knot!” I groaned loudly as my knot locked inside him. Riven cried out sharply, his body seizing up as the thick knot stretched him wide. The moment it popped in, I started grinding deep, short thrusts, pressing my knot firmly against his prostate while I str

"Stupid." "Not stupid," he said. "Expensive. Keep it until it buys something you want." He tapped the coil with his boot. "You're going to saw through that with feeling. Go untie something that won't resent you for it." I let him take the bowl, my hands suddenly useless for carrying anything but rope and grief. I walked forward into the bow's small privacy and sat with a short length of line, making knots and unmaking them until the moon looked a little bitten. Bowline. Sheet bend. Two half hitches with a stopper. The Carrick bend my tutor had called pretty, and Jas had called a good way to die if you tied it for show.

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."

Every thrust, every knot, every bite felt like the pack was carving their claim into my soul. Thorne watched the whole time, stroking his cock and making sure each wolf followed the ritual. When the last wolf had knotted and bred me, Thorne stepped forward again. He laid me on my back in the center of the circle and climbed between my legs. His cock slid easily into my messy, cum-filled pussy. “This is the final knot of the ritual,” he said, voice rough with hunger. “The alpha knot under the full moon. It will seal the bond forever.”

I just know I have to keep going. “Fuck,” he says, suddenly, pulling out. “What?” I ask, stumbling away from the tree in a daze. “I’m knotting,” he says. “It only happens with a True Mate.” I look down at the swelling that bulges at the base of his cock, the one I started to feel right before he stopped. “What does that mean?” I ask. “You’ll see,” he says, pulling me back to him, a determined look in his eye. He seizes the back of my thighs, lifts me up, and impales me with his erection. I can feel a strain when I reach the knotted part at the base, and he

In the center of cords was a Celtic nine knot that had Siobhan’s luckenbooth and then the Urquhart and Saints emblems on either side of it. Knuckles wiped away tears from Nessie’s cheeks. “It’s perfect, lass. Oh, I love me girls.” Nessie said softly. “You’re a lucky woman, sister.” Ciara said moving Knuckles hand to Nessie’s. “Blessed by the goddess, blessed by love and blessed by me.” She draped the flat knot over their joined left hands and wrapped the remaining cords artfully around their hands and wrists three times. “I bind these two, she to he and he to she. By power of three, so mote it be.”