Dread Knot Novels & Stories

Noah "If you fidget one more time," Dax murmurs, "I'm letting them eat you." "I'm not fidgeting." "You've checked that crossbow four times. It was loaded all four times." Two hours crouched in the same patch of wet bracken, close enough that the heat rolls off him into my side, which is its own specific punishment. The quarry road runs below us, a pale scar of gravel between the rail cut and the treeline.

“Don’t stop. Knot me. Fill me. Make it go away.” Kael snarled and slammed forward. His knot forced its way inside me with a wet pop. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but it grounded me. I came hard, walls clamping down around him as he roared and flooded me with hot, thick pulses of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. His forehead pressed against mine. “I won’t let it take you,” he whispered fiercely. “I don’t care how many times I have to knot you. I will keep you full of me every single hour if that’s what it takes.”

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

The knots, warm and pulsing, settled within her, a constant reminder of their presence, their claim. The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths. Lucas and Jake held her close, their bodies pressed against hers, their warmth enveloping her. They stroked her hair, kissed her neck, whispered words of comfort and reassurance. The physical act of knotting was more than just a sexual release; it was a bonding, a merging of souls, a sealing of their fates.

I press my lips together tightly so I don’t cry out in pleasure with my own release and wait for Gideon’s knot to latch onto me. “Shit, sorry, Luna.” I barely hear Brandon as I hold my breath. Gideon is sweating like a melting man above me but no matter how long I wait, the stretch from his knot doesn’t come. I rock my exhausted hips against him in an effort to get his knot to come out but Gideon just sighs with contentment and rolls himself to the side, so we’re both laid on our backs and looking up at the ceiling. I can’t quite catch my breath; my legs seem to be stuck to the damp bedsheets. I should be completely satisfied but all I can think about is the knot that didn’t come. It terrifi

He licked slowly along the shell of my ear, then down the side of my face, gentle and possessive as his knot continued pulsing inside me, pumping more cum with every throb. “So good,” he whispered breathlessly, lips brushing my skin. “Taking my knot so well… such a perfect omega.” We stayed like that for what felt like forever — locked together, breathing hard, his big body pressed against mine. The knot kept us tied for about fifteen minutes, every small shift sending sparks of overstimulation through me. I could feel myself leaking around the seal of his knot, a mix of his cum and my slick dripping down my thighs. When the knot finally started to go down, Dex carefully pulled out with a we

I whispered. "I don't know. I've never— this has never happened before." "Never?" "The knot only happens with a true mate. With a completed bond." He pressed his forehead against mine and his breathing was ragged. "You're the only person I've ever knotted." I pulled his face down and kissed him slow and deep while his body was locked inside mine and the knot was pulsing gently with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a wave of pressure through me that was right on the edge between pleasure and too much. My body clenched around the knot involuntarily and he groaned and his hips twitched and the movement sent a spike of sensation through both of us that made my back arch.

“Feel that, baby? That’s my knot tying you to me, keeping my cum deep where it belongs, gonna breed you so good under the full moon, turn you all the way, make you wolf, make you luna, make you scream my name while you change with my cock locked inside you.” I whimpered, rocking back as much as the knot let me, loving how full I felt, how stuck, how owned, and moaned, “Yes, fuck, do it, breed me, turn me, I don’t care anymore, just don’t stop.” He chuckled dark, nipping my neck, grinding slow while the knot kept us joined, aftershocks making us both twitch and gasp for what felt like forever. Outside the den I could hear the pack pacing, boots crunching, low growls and muttered curses, restl

knotting, I recalled that from a book father never allowed me to finish due to the explicit images in them. Knotting happened between mates and chosen mates, it held them together for a while before releasing them but the purpose of doing so was one that I still hadn't learnt about so my knowledge of it was rather small. I didn't think it would happen to us since we hadn't mated yet or maybe it happened even when mates hadn't formally formed their bond yet but I was too tired to think much of it and soon fell asleep. I was soon woken up by movements that made me moan softly with pleasure.

His hole was also pulsing around the knot jammed up his ass like some twisted reminded that yes, he had been fucked and fucking knotted By Zane. Zane, the man he hated. Zane, the man he was related to by blood. His stomach churned, and bile crawled up his throat. But nothing came out except a strangled sob. He wasn’t an Alpha anymore. He wasn’t anything, but a sobbing little Omega, whimpering around a knot he didn’t even remember asking for. Wait. The knot was still fucking inside him. “Get. The fuck. Out of me!” Asher roared, his voice shaking as he tried to wriggle out, only to bite back a hiss. The knot shifted inside him, stretching his sore, swollen muscles. “Shit–!”