Dread Knot Novels & Stories

“More grip. Holds better. Still soft enough that it won’t leave marks unless I want it to. Good for longer sessions where comfort matters.” Another knot, this time on her other wrist. She felt herself settling into the sensation—the gentle pressure communicating something words couldn’t express. You’re held. You’re mine. You can stop fighting now. “And this is jute.” The rope he pulled down was rougher, more textured, the kind of rope you might see in an old ship’s rigging. “Traditional. Used in Japanese bondage for centuries. It bites. It marks. It demands your attention in a way the others don’t.”

I felt him swell, thicken at the base, and something hot and firm pressing against my entrance, stretching me wider. A knot A flash of panic—then blinding pleasure drowned it. He came with a roar, thick spurts flooding me. The knot locked us tight. Every twitch of his cock sent fresh aftershocks ripping through me. I clenched again, smaller and sharper, milking him. He pressed his forehead to mine. Breath ragged. Sweat slick between us. “Shit,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to knot you. Not the first time.” I laughed shaky, and breathless. “Don’t apologize. That was…”

She had unknowingly held her breath for fear of being found out. She left her hiding place and walked into the kitchen. She stood rooted and unable to move her feet. She felt a huge burden on her shoulders. Her inside twisted into a knot. Never in her life had she imagined to see Tina this way. She was looking lost as she absentmindedly picked up the remnant of the broken ceramic bowl. “ Ouch!” She groaned in pain. She brought her index finger close to her face and cursed under her breath seeing the deep cut.

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."

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

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I was running through the dark forest, branches, and bushes scratching against my arms and legs as I pushed through the foliage. The sound of crunching leaves and rapid footsteps to my right had me looking over, only to see Chris. I stumbled when I saw her, the small nagging in the back of my mind telling me that it wasn't real because she was dead. But, that didn't stop the dread weighing my stomach down. I knew someone was chasing us. I didn't need to see them or hear them to know they were there. The tickle in the back of my mind from their close proximity had the small hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

“Take every inch. This cunt was made for me. To take my cock. To take my knot.” His knot. The word sends a fresh bolt of lust straight through me. The ultimate claim. The thought of him swelling inside me, locking us together… “Knot me,” I beg, the words torn from somewhere deep and primal. “Please, Alpha. I want it. I want your knot. Breed me.” His eyes flash with pure, molten gold. His rhythm becomes frantic, desperate. I can feel him swelling, thickening at the base. The stretch is incredible, a burning, perfect fullness.

His chest pressed my back. I pushed back, taking him fully. "Mmm" He straightened and thrust faster. The knot swelled bigger, popping in a little then out, driving me wild. "Ahh yes" My third came suddenly from the stretch. I shook hard and moaned loudly. He slowed and ground deep, circling his hips. The knot pressed, constantly stretching wide. "Ready for it" he growled low. "Yes," I moaned. "Knot me." He thrust hard once, and the knot pushed past my entrance, popping in full. The stretch burned perfectly and locked us together.

She was wearing a silk robe and holding a tablet, looking like she had been awake for hours plotting her next social move. "You need to wear the blue tie," Helene said without looking up from her screen. "I'm not wearing a tie." She finally looked at me and sighed. "Dante, please. It is your first day at Cross Industries. You need to look like you belong there." "I don't belong there. Harlan forced me into this job so he could keep an eye on me." "Harlan gave you an opportunity," she corrected sharply. "Do not throw it away just because you want to be stubborn. You have a seat at the table now. All you have to do is play nice."