Knotted 소설 & 이야기

I whisper. “What?” She asked. I knew she had questions about the whole knotting thing, and since we wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, I tried to explain. “Only lycans have what is referred to as a knot. As you can feel it swells up locking us together.” I tell her.

His knot. It pressed insistently against Hayden’s entrance, stretching him impossibly wide with every thrust, teasing, pushing, threatening to catch. Ohas’ breath grew heavier, his thrusts turning erratic, more desperate, his voice breaking as he whined, “Please, Haze—please let me—” And then, with one final push, his knot caught, locking them together.

But all annoyance fled, replaced by open-mouthed shock, as I reran the search without any filters. Okay, so somehow I’d made it twenty-five years without ever knowing that alphas had…a knot. A knot? I read the description I’d found on one of the many websites that had popped up, my eyes widening and widening. Because, what, the evolutionary biology powers-that-be had sat down and said, “You know what? Alpha cock just isn’t big enough. Let’s make it get even bigger once it’s in there. Huge! And also, since alphas don’t already have enough advantages in size and strength and everything, the knot’ll keep their mates from getting away. In case they’re still conscious. LOL!”

The more she struggled, the more it tightened. “Stop struggling. This is tangleweed. Like quicksand, the more you struggle the tighter this gets. Be sure to recall this. We may be able to use this to help us. Guys, help me pull on this knot right here and here. I’ll take the tops.” Kona directed them.

His hands splay over my tummy. I think for a second and answer, “A lock. I felt a lock deep in my pussy.” Jaxon lifts his head, and when his eyes drop to me, they flicker and make my stomach clench. “In the werewolf world, it’s called knotting—the actual knotting. It’s like the peak of bonding, when an Alpha locks his cum inside you.” His hands press into my stomach, and something moves inside it. “It was a form of me bonding with your innermost self, some sort of mating ritual. But guess what?”

His other hand moved away, just long enough to shrug off his coat and wrap it around my waist. "Where was the guy with you earlier?" he suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the knot he was making. I blinked. "Guy? Who?" He paused for a beat. Something shifted in his expression. "The one... never mind," he muttered, brushing it off. I was about to utter a question again when he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style. Instinctively, I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt like déjà vu. "Next time, don’t drink too much if you can’t handle your liquor, hm?" Rome chided as we exited the place, but I was too distracted—buried in the scent of his neck—to really hear a word he was saying.

He's moving in to verify. I didn’t reply, Damien could handle it without my input, but I stood by the phone anyway, waiting for the next update. Minutes dragged, then another message. Not him but got some info from another contact. They call it the Knot. Ritual work, I’ll explain when I know more. The Knot… The word throbbed like a bruise in my mind. A ritual to break and reforge bonds? If true, then the sacred was just another tool for men to twist. If Alex could unmake fate, then he could unmake everything.

I let out a low, muffled sound as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me until the buttons of his vest dug into my chest. He groaned into the kiss, his tongue slick and demanding as it collided with mine. One of his hands tangled deep into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my head tilt back, exposing the line of my throat. His other hand slid down, gripping my hip with a bruising force.

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.

"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.