Novel & Cerita Dread Knot

“I’m your little fucktoy. I’m your filthy, wet, cum-soaked girl. I’m your best friend’s daughter’s best friend, bent over your bed and begging for your knot.” He slammed in harder. I choked on my scream. My pussy fluttered like it couldn’t handle the stretch. His cock was swelling. I could feel it. The knot. The pressure. The growing thickness of him locking inside me. “Please, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please knot me. Please stretch me open and lock me full. I want it. I need it. I want to feel your knot throb inside me. I want to be stuck. I want to feel you explode so deep it fills my womb.”

The men's eyes glazed over, they were mind linking, shortly after they opened the door and pushed Venus in. She shivered, her wolf was in a frenzy, and her heart was about to beat out of her chest, she didn't dare look up. Dante sat in his chair, his Beta, Knox, sat in the chair in front of him, as they discussed pack matters. Knox was a scary man to most, he was 6'2 with oozing muscle, defined features, and mahogany-colored hair, his brows were thick and there was a light scar running across his right cheek, it only added to his frightening allure. His eyes were a sharp color of metallic grey, it looked striking against his tanned features, and his thick beard, women craved his attention, h

as he kept eating we three hurried to free our self, I was unskilled but managed to lose knots on my feet’s “Jasmine…” I turned up and saw Draco hard already loosen his knot but how come he did it so fast … I looked above his shoulder and saw burned knots in his place ‘Off.. Course he was a dragon after all’ I thought to myself however he didn’t burned my knot but tried to loosen them like normal human “What are you doing, burn them, we don’t have time” I said but he ignored my words, second later I was free, Draco turned to thief and helped him too, once we all three were free I turned up and saw hunger ghost was staring at us with crimson blood mixed with his saliva kept dripping down from

“Shit, I lost control and knotted her. I think I marked her too.” Desmond freezes for a second before his expression twists. “Did you lose your mind?” he mutters. “Well, technically, you did. But how the hell do you knot and mark a random Omega? Do you even remember who you are in this city?” My jaw tightens. The major issue here is, I have no idea what she looks like. I push myself to my feet, grabbing the jersey hanging on the door frame and pulling it on quickly. It smells faintly familiar.

She obeyed after a brief second of hesitation and fear. Collecting the bundle of 5 mm blue jute rope on the table, he unbound it. Kayla had seen the rope the moment she came into the dungeon, and had known he’d tie her with it. Of course she panicked inwardly at the thought of what he’d do to her, yet she tried not to further give away her fear. She closed her eyes and gulped the moment she felt the hardness of the rope around her wrists behind her back.

But this was more, the ritual demanded unity. As they thrust in sync, knots swelling, the air thickened with energy. Kade's knot popped first, locking in her pussy, hot cum jetting deep. Ronan followed, forcing his into her ass, the chain beginning as their knots pressed through her walls, linking. Darius pulled from her mouth, shifting to straddle her back, his knot seeking her pussy alongside Kade's. The stretch was divine agony, two knots in one hole, Ronan's in the other, their bodies forming a tangled knot of flesh. Lila screamed around the pleasure-pain, her body yielding as Darius's knot wedged in, completing the chain: Kade and Darius knotted pussy-to-pussy through her, Ronan's ass k

She watched how he regularly drummed and bounced his legs while talking to Harvey. He was terrified of Harvey. She only knew they weren’t exactly close, but to be scared just from his name alone—this was more than fear; it was getting to trauma. Rory shrugged when she didn’t say anything. He pulled out a loose knitted sweater and black jeans. “I guess you look simple and still good.”

My stomach knots. The line inches forward. Sweat and fear stick to us. Cries from ahead get louder..begging, pleading, and I don’t dare lift my head. I hear someone say “discard them” like it’s nothing, then the drag of bodies. My insides tie in knots. What will they decide for me? If I die here, my son will suffer. That thought hits like a knife and I sway. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t cry. Crying won’t help. I just wish to blend in, to be invisible.

I’m determined to do this, the overwhelming trembling of my body going into shock is slowly creeping up from my toes, so I need to be quick. I’ve never restrained a person this way before, but sheer fear and adrenaline has me looping his hands behind his back and tying as tight as I can a multitude of complicated knots. I don’t care if I cut off all circulation, the feel of his rough skin is making me recoil internally, the stench of his musky body is choking me, but I keep tying the cord hoping that this will be enough.

I can't leave the trials, and they can't withdraw me not without a war and we can't face a war right now. I begin to feel the shift. That slow, tightening stretch inside me that tells me what’s coming. His knot. I whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders, not to stop him, but to hold on. He’s not being careful. He’s not thinking. He’s choosing. My head falls back as the pleasure inside of me builds high, Just before it locks in place, Dagen’s voice shatters through the clearing like a whip crack. “No!” he snarls, voice sharp and commanding. “We agreed, no knotting until the end, until we all—”