Knot So Fast Novelas e Histórias

Zane’s dick thickens inside me, locking us in place as he pulses, filling the condom and breathing hard against my back. Holy fuck. I freeze… my heart pounding in my ears as I try to make sense of what’s happening. Did Zane Wynter seriously just knot me?! In what world is that normal? Knotting is something that happens between mates. When the wolves take over and the primal instinct to claim override all logic. It’s how pups are made. It is definitely not how Zane is suppose to fuck me. We don’t talk as the knot slowly starts to subside. And the silence is deafening when Zane pulls out, discarding the condom in a nearby bin.

She wasn't just seeking pleasure; she was taking her rightful place. The first knot came quickly. It swelled inside her, locking them together in a hot, pulsing seal. Hayden’s hands were buried in the sheets, his knuckles white as he took the sensation. He didn't try to move; he just let her ride him through the waves of the lock.

The whole structure fails. Minutes now. Maybe fewer. "Faster," I say. Kira accelerates.

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.

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.

"Wait for my knot, baby." Alex thrust harder and faster. Ashly had to let go because she was so close—so close—to her goal. Alex let out a primal growl that was loud and breathless, grinding his hips forward. Ashly's body was burning with pleasure; her rim stretched wider with each thrust until Alex's knot was growing steadily enough to make a slick popping noise with every thrust in and out.

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

Anastasia was too blissed out for a good half an hour before she could take another knot. Leo Knotted her, this time in missionary. They skipped all foreplay and went straight to business, Logan left the room to get some food to replenish himself after that. Leo Knotted her slower, with shallow thrusts and building up his speed as the pleasure increased. Anastasia was shaking uncontrollably when her orgasm hit, unable to speak or move from the feeling of the other knot inside of her. He didn't go faster to chase the orgasm quicker, but let them ride it out slowly, dragging out the pleasure until it was slowly melting away.

The pack growled low in response, their eyes were glued on us, their attention never left us and the knowledge that they waited their turn sent fresh heat pooling between my legs. His thrusts grew deeper as if encouraged by my slickness and moans. The base swelled thicker with every plunge. I felt the knot catching, stretching my entrance on each withdrawal. “Knot’s coming,” he rasped. “Gonna lock us together and fill you until you’re dripping with me.” My breath hitched. “Do it.” He slammed forward, I felt the swollen knot forced past my rim with a slick, burning stretch, the pressure exploded in me, and every nerve was alert while I felt impossibly full.

Breathing hard. “You okay?” Jax nodded. Tears pricked his eyes—not pain. Relief. Overwhelming. Ronan started moving—slow rolls at first. Deep, steady. Jax wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back. Met every thrust. The knot swelled more—catching at the rim on every pull-back. Teasing. Promising. Jax clawed at Ronan’s shoulders. “Knot me.” “Not yet,” Ronan growled. “Want you to come first.”