Dog Knotting Novels & Stories

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!”

I needed a life? Lucien patted me not to worry. He led me to a tree, the breeze eerily quiet except for the storm's roar, which seemed to vibrate through the walls and into my bones. “I got some surprising stuff,” he pulled his hand into his pocket, getting some ribbons and I wondered. “What for?” My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed with the wind out here, as he wrapped them around my wrists, tying them loose but firm enough to remind me of my surrender.

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.”

"And the... the Knot? Can that happen with a human?" Maya let out a short, sharp laugh. "It can, but it’s rare. A knot is usually a response to a Loba’s heat. Since Alessia doesn't have a wolf-cycle, Vincent’s body won't feel that specific biological 'trigger.' He’ll have much more control than, say, a certain blonde rebel who can't even look at his mate without his heart skipping a beat." "Hey!" Félix protested, though his blush deepened.

His hands splay over my tummy. I think for a second and answer, “A lock. I felt a lock deep in my pussy.” Jaxon lifts his head, and when his eyes drop to me, they flicker and make my stomach clench. “In the werewolf world, it’s called knotting—the actual knotting. It’s like the peak of bonding, when an Alpha locks his cum inside you.” His hands press into my stomach, and something moves inside it. “It was a form of me bonding with your innermost self, some sort of mating ritual. But guess what?”

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.”

She pulled it free with two careful fingers. It was a short length of cord, braided from dark wool. Knots had been tied along it at even spaces. I counted them and my stomach turned over. “Nine knots,” Briar whispered. “And look, Mom. The ninth one has been cut. Clean, with a sharp blade. Not frayed. Cut.” “Nine beats and a wait,” Kieran said slowly. “Nine people in a ring, and one who let go.” “Eight dots in the chalk,” I said. “Nine knots in the cord. One cut. They are all saying the same thing.”

So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot. She didn’t set out to be malicious. The feelings, they just developed into something that couldn’t be stopped. Overtime, Kaitlyn and Blythe knew. Sawyer needed both of them...and they wanted to be there. Together. The question of what to do when she woke up still lingered, but they hadn't crossed that bridge yet. Little did Blythe OR Kate know, they were about to.

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I laughed. “No, Becca, it is not. The rest of us, well it’s just normal sex. He doesn’t knot every time either. Only when he wants a baby. A sure thing though. Everytime he knots will produce a child. The problem lies there. Only his mate can survive his knot. It would kill any other woman.” She nodded and sighs. I chuckle. “What are those?” I chuckle. “Piercings. So much for not looking huh?” Her face turns red.