Man Kneeling Silhouette Novels & Stories

He says before bowing his head and dropping to one knee. I get a lump in my throat as his oath to me washes over me like a warm blanket. One by one they start to drop to one knee as the first man had. All from Opel Moon, all from my pack, I watch as all males drop to one knee and quite a few females. This is so overwhelming, I look up at Clay as another male speaks.

Killian, chained to the altar, blood running from fresh wounds, his head bowed. The shadow’s smile widened. “But first, you will kneel.”

Chapter 45: Kneel Luke leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Now, baby girl, kneel." Bella did as she was told and knelt at his feet. She bowed her head and waited. "No, lift your head. When you kneel I want to see your eyes." She raised her head and looked at him. "This is your ready position. When I tell you to get ready, you will kneel like this, sitting on your heels with your hands, palms up, resting on your thighs. You will be nude unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand this?"

Kiran seemed like a meditative monk, isolated from the outside world. With hands clasped, Lilian silently prayed for Kiran to react and escape. "Let's go to hell together, Kiran!" Kanpei Ichiro shouted as he sprinted toward Kiran. His black figure stood out in the white light, resembling a black sword against the radiant background. His face twisted into a fierce and malevolent expression.

All the time. He kneels before me. His hand slides over my bare knee. ---

“You didn’t kneel.” Kiera lifted her head enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes were tired—but clear. “I won’t,” she said. Something like respect flickered across his expression before he turned away. The bears began to shift back to human forms one by one, the tension bleeding out of the clearing like water draining from a wound. But Ronan didn’t move. He stayed kneeling in the dirt with her, arms firm around her shoulders, as if letting go too soon would make the world split open again.

An intelligent, willing one… that was a tool of exquisite potential. “Kneel,” Sloane said. He sank to his knees on the plush carpet without a moment’s hesitation, the movement fluid. He was now at the perfect height, his face level with the apex of her thighs. She let him stay there, letting the silence and his nudity reinforce the dynamic. She reached out and cupped his chin, forcing his gaze to hold hers.

Today, kneeling on coarse grass with her wrists still bandaged and her ankle throbbing dully, it felt very different. They chose a hollow out of the wind, ringed by low stones flecked with pale lichen. The others gave them space: Rhea a little ways off, arms folded as she kept watch; Jax leaning against a boulder, pretending not to listen; Talia propped on a pack, leg stretched, eyes half‑closed but sharp. “Ready?” Kael asked quietly. He knelt opposite Rin, across the circle she’d scraped in the dirt with a stick. Four small stones marked the quarters; a shallow bowl of water sat in the center, its surface still.

That meant he'd talk eventually. Behind me, the sound of my men arranging a chair for me to sit alerted me. I turned and sat, crossing one leg over the other. "Kneel," I said. His eyes moved to me, to the men flanking him, and then back to me. Oh. He was refusing. Asher kicked his leg out from under him. “Fuck!” Silva cried out. He went down to one knee and caught himself on the other, refusing to go all the way to the floor.

One, in particular, was kneeling between her legs while the other two held back her legs and thighs. And I see red.