Knot So Fast Novels & Stories

The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.

As if to understand what I need at the moment, Neylan increased the pace till my load shoots onto the floor. Leaving me gasping for air.

Knox drove like a madman, weaving through industrial streets, taking corners at speeds that had the truck tilting on two wheels. “They’re falling back!” Kai’s voice through the radio.

Nicholas stated as he began to dry hump his ass hard. ‘That is next to impossible,’ Rory thought as he pressed his palm on his knee to keep him stable and not falling over.

The knot was swelling now, catching on every thrust. “Give it to me,” Elara gasped. “Knot me, baby. Fill me.” Rowan snarled and slammed forward. The knot popped inside, locking them together. Elara’s eyes rolled back. The stretch was insane, painful 'n perfect Rowan kept grinding, the knot rubbing right against her g-spot.

Her whole body seized, clenching around the knot, and the clenching made him growl again, a sound that shook the bed, and his cum kept coming, pump after pump of hot liquid filling her while the knot held everything inside. They lay there. Locked. His body on hers, heavy, hot, fur against her skin. She could feel his heartbeat through the knot, through his cock, through his chest. Too fast. Too hard. Too many chambers. "How long?" she asked. "The knot. Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty." "Thirty minutes?" "It goes down." She laughed. A breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "I'm stuck on your wolf cock for thirty minutes." "You said you didn't care."

I stepped back frowning. "You're going to hurt me, every man has," I mumbled sourly and looked down at the ground. Zayn lifted my face and smiled down at me. "I meant my knot. It's a little larger than a golf ball and when I release it will bury itself deep into your channel to ensure our coupling is fruitful," he informed me. My eyes were wide as I glanced down at the bulge pressed against the inside of his boxers.

And when it locks, when my knot swells and he clamps down around me, crying out as he shakes beneath me, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and hold him through it. “Good,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him slowly now. “You did so fucking good, Princess.” And he clings to me like he believes it. I don’t know how many times I take him until his heat passes, but we both fall asleep with my knot still deep inside him.

He moves my legs over his shoulders and slows down. “Did I ever tell you what knotting is, little red?”. My eyes widen. “No”. “Basically, when I come, I get bigger”. He suddenly starts going full force again and somehow so much deeper than before. I can feel him growing in width inside me, hitting my G-spot like nothing ever has before. About to go over the edge again, he tells me to hold it as long as I can. My legs are shaking, and I hold my breath, feeling my orgasm build as he stretches me even more.

I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.