Dread Knot Novels & Stories

"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.

Chapter 30: A Knotted Intrigue The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... A cool breeze greeted a rather lust-addled Conway Rollins as he kneeled before the knotting tree the scent of vanilla wafting all about as he tried his best to struggle against the extending ramifications of his rut-induced desires. His cock was now hard and pulsing as it stretched past the confines of his boxershorts aching to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned it. His nostrils flared and he caught the all too familiar scent of what he had known to have been Porter Fulton as he rounded the corner almost as entranced as he'd been by the pollen from the overbearing knottin

I didn't even know what knots felt like, and I had never seen a knot in my real life, but the burning desire I felt for a knot at that moment was utterly unmatched. "You're too weak to take my knot," Waylon told me, stroking my cheek so gently that it hurt. I heard the concern in his voice, yet the desire in his eyes was undeniable. He was holding himself back, but for what? I didn't give a fuck about being weak. All I needed was his knot. It seemed like the only solution to all my problems in the world right now. The clenching of my walls got worse, making me whimper in need.

I press him flat against the pillows, and I use my heavy weight to trap his shoulders against the soft mattress. "Get off the bed right now, Dean," I command my partner, and I keep my voice loud so he can hear me over his own lust. "You have to step back and cool your head down, because we cannot give him what he wants tonight." Dean blinks his dark eyes, and he looks down at his own shaking hands in sudden confusion. He takes a deep breath of the cool bunker air, and his logical mind finally overpowers his primal instincts. "His heart cannot handle the strain," Dean whispers in horror, and he scrambles backward off the large mattress right away. "The sudden spike in his blood pressure will

I was shaking, clawing at the floor, panting like an animal. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want to be knotted. Say you want my come dripping out of you for days. And then I snapped, something broke inside me. “Please,” I cried. “Knot me. Knot me, Alpha. . . please, I need it. . . I need it!” His snarl that followed was savage. He slammed into me one final time, just hard enough to bruise. And his knot popped inside me with brutal force, locking us together.

Antony This full moon has been unusual to say the least. None of our mates has knotted, which is strange, but I was told it is part of Draknar’s powers. He can prevent us from knotting so that we can keep going, not that I knott anyone, but our other mates usually knott one another or Knott me. I enjoy being knotted. I know not everyone is a fan of being knotted, but maybe because I am an Omega, or maybe because it makes me feel more connected to my mates, I enjoy it.

The pressure built again, unbearable. “Give me your knot,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please—I need to feel full.” Lorenzo’s control snapped. He slammed forward, forcing the thick knot past my tight ring of muscle. It popped inside with a wet sound, locking us together. The sudden fullness pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed violently around him. He roared, hips jerking as he flooded me with hot, thick ropes of cum. The knot pulsed, sealing everything inside, pressing relentlessly against my g-spot and keeping the pleasure rolling through me in endless waves.

“Dax.. fuck...harder...” He growled low, and animalistic, hands sliding to my ass, lifting me, slamming me down harder, faster. The knot pressed stretching, teasing and threatening to lock. I cried out needy, and desperate riding him like I’d die if I stopped. “Dax...please...knot me...fill me...claim me...” He snarled,,head thrown back then snapped forward, fangs grazing my throat. “Mine,” he growled. He thrust up hard,knot catching, stretching, then popping inside and locked.

he whispered, kissing my neck. He was still deep inside of me and we both had to wait until his dick returned to normal before he could pull out of me. It’s another reason why knotting is only used for your mate - you both have to stay locked together like this. Depending on the wolf, it can take hours, but it strengthens the bond. I could feel the thousand sparks dancing over my skin. “Let me see you,” he removes my top from my eyes and I wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss his lips tenderly as I feel my wolf purr, finally happy. We had been knotted.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.