Knot Dog 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.

While the others ran ahead she stopped to see if he could escape. “Techs set basic traps all over the place to catch us in.” Aeon started as she leaned against a tree to watch. A small smile was on her face, enjoying the show. “Most have a sensor that goes off when the trap is triggered to alert any nearby Techs. You have less than a minute left to get unstuck before I have to take you out.” “We didn’t learn about these types of knots in the Center!” Adro said in a panic, blood having rushed to his upside down face. He tried to undo the knot, but had no luck at undoing the tight, complicated loops and twists. “I can’t undo these knots!”

I laughed. “No, Becca, it is not. The rest of us, well it’s just normal sex. He doesn’t knot every time either. Only when he wants a baby. A sure thing though. Everytime he knots will produce a child. The problem lies there. Only his mate can survive his knot. It would kill any other woman.” She nodded and sighs. I chuckle. “What are those?” I chuckle. “Piercings. So much for not looking huh?” Her face turns red.

Duke Ethan saw the confusion on my face and proceeded to explain it to me. "Unlike the marking where it just entails the two of you bearing each other's scent and aura, 'the knotting' is a lot more intense." Duke Ethan began and I listened attentively. "It involves not just the man imprinting on your body, but on your wolf and soul as well."

By the time we gather at the dog sleds, I’ve managed to construct something resembling calm. The dogs are gorgeous, all bright eyes and wagging tails and infectious enthusiasm, and despite everything, I feel some of the tension in my shoulders start to ease. “Have you done this before?” Knox appears at my side, his voice carefully neutral. “No. Never.” “It’s easier than it looks. The dogs do most of the work.” He hesitates, then: “I could show you, if you want. How to hold the reins, how to shift your weight on the turns.”

_ I didn’t have to guess who it was. I could feel him out there. The same way he could feel me. Three knocks. Soft. "Elara." His voice. Low. "Let me in." I should’ve said no. I should’ve pretended I was asleep. I should’ve done a hundred smart things. I opened the door instead. Kael was standing there in sweatpants. No shirt. Hair all over the place. And his eyes... They weren’t brown. They were gold. "You’re up," he said.

His cock springs free and I stop breathing. He's enormous. Thick as my forearm, long enough to make my stomach clench. But it's not just the size. His cock is ridged, bumps and textures running along the shaft that no human man has. And at the base, a thick swelling that looks even larger than the rest. "That's my knot." He sees where I'm looking. "When I cum inside you, it swells. Locks us together. Everyone will hear you screaming on my knot, princess. They'll know you're being bred."

A few seconds later, he suddenly asked, "Is this the mark like the one in those Omegaverse novels you read? Biting on the other person's gland to mark the person?" Stella was very surprised by what he said. She gradually stopped biting him after hearing that. She then released her bite and stared at him. "You looked at my tablet?" Keegan glanced at her. "Can you turn off the cloud storage function when you read those nasty things? I don't want to see those that stuff when I use my computer to search for information." Keegan paused. "What does knotting mean?" Stella was speechless. Stella expressionlessly said, "It means entangled."

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”

His knot was growing. I’d never felt an Alpha’s knot. Zayle was giving me a whole plethora of firsts. An Alpha knot was something that seemed mythical. Fated mates didn’t always reach the level of bond for a knot to form unless it was within the heat of their mate. Even then, it wasn’t always guaranteed. It wasn’t needed to have pups but as an Omega it was something we dreamed to coax out of an Alpha.