I Want To Be Knotted Novels & Stories

It just needs a good hold. Picking at the knot to my loop of rope, I unravel it. Irritatingly, the soaking in the water, or maybe the subsequent drying, has shrunk the cloth a little and the knot has tightened. It would do my soul good to curse and fling the wretched thing against the wall, but resisting my own temper, I work away at the snarl of tattered cloth and frayed threads until it unravels. My thinking is frayed too... Dehydration?

However, Kenith didn't even look like he was listening because he went on with his accusation, "I'm the bad guy because I decided to give you a good life with Big Joe and Marcel who does nothing for you, you open your legs for him?!" "I don't know what you're talking about?" Arianna cried out. The trees were freely flowing down her cheeks now. As if God finally heard her prayers, he released her jaw but he moved to her scalp instead. Kenith clutched a fistful of her hair, tangling his hand with it, and pushed up her face so he was looking down into it. Arianna didn't know which one was worse now, the jaw or the hair. Her scalp was tingling in pain and her hand moved to his grip in her hair,

I winced in pain, clenching my teeth while I applied the trick, dislocating my thumb so it would be easier to release myself from the knot. The same trick I used whenever I was locked and forgotten for days in the attic. In no time, I was able to untie myself from the knot, ignoring the searing pain that exploded all over me. It felt so surreal how this happened. I've dreamt of this for days. I've prayed for this. It was so unbelievable. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs as I undid the knot from my legs. My fingers shook as a wave of fear and excitement crashed within me.

“Mine.” Another aftershock hit and I moaned into my arm. Knox wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me upright as much as the lock allowed, my back to his chest, both of us still joined. In the mirror I looked wrecked and glowing. His hand covered my throat, not squeezing,. “Next time I knot you,” he said against my temple, “it’s going to be in our bed for hours. I want to feel you shake apart on it until you can’t remember your own name.”

Maeve's POV Older omegas were nothing but lies. They spoke about knots like they were just things that locked you and your alpha together so he could knock you up. They were always so prudish about it, and God, I wished they’d told us the truth. I'd felt Declan shoot his seed inside me, and it had triggered a series of mini orgasms in my pussy, but when his knot locked us together, it was like I was on drugs.

I staggered back, heaving heavily, my cock was still hard and dripping. Kael was still locked in her ass, watching me with dark eyes. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed one more second, I was going to do something I’d regret. I turned and barged out of the room, slamming the door right behind me. Author’s Note: Knotting is a popular trope in werewolf/shifter smut. When an Alpha is close to orgasm, the base of his cock swells into a large, bulbous “knot” that locks inside his partner, physically tying them together for several minutes.

Vane says, his voice calm but tense. “Then you’re all doing a damn good job acting like it,” I fire back. “Just because I went into heat, just because my body responded, doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen. I won't ask to be knotted by you. I wonn’t beg for any of it. I'll survive without it, yes it might be hard, but I don’t need it. If I couldn’t survive without being knotted, I wouldn’t choose any of you. I’d go to the rogues. At least they asked.” Maddox stiffens. “So what is this, then? You’re not back? Not with us?”

The knots are starting to form for the final time tonight. In my pussy, Silas begins to swell. The base of him expands, pushing my walls out until I think they will rip. In my ass, Kael is doing the same. It is a double knot, a craziness that locks me to the floor. I am fused to them, a bridge of flesh that is being filled to the absolute brim.

I roll onto my back, sitting up, I pull her legs around me. Then I wrap her in my arms, pressing my chest to hers. Her ankles cross at my back, hios moving with a frenzy driven by her need to mate. “You want my knot Raven?” I ask against her mouth, my palm curling around her neck while my opposite arms form a band around her lower back. “You're going to have to work harder for it.” She groans, frustration evident in her movements when I don't know her immediately. “Squeeze me.” I say, pumping into her. “Squeeze me Raven. Demand my knot.” I said to her,

“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.