Psyche Knot Novels & Stories

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!”

He roars as he cums and I cum on last time, held up by his strength alone as I nearly pass out from pleasure and my body continues to spasm. He holds me and whispers, “Brother, when you awaken, I will not need to hold back. This is just the beginning. Soon, you will be able to return the favor and soon we will be able to knot one another.” My eyes go to his cock that has now returned to normal. But I remember the bulbous section that is almost like a knot. That is without it being activated, once a lycan’s knot is activated, it...wow! I was made to handle him, so I won’t fear it, but I certainly know it is going to stretch me to the maximum.

My hips bucked wildy. "Bleed for me," he growled against my skin, lapping up the tiny droplet of blood. "Taste like me." He was overstimulating me. He was driving me insane. The potion made every nerve ending scream for release. "Please," I begged. "Alpha, please. I need the knot." "Beg for it," he snarled. "Beg the monster to knot you." "Knot me!" I screamed. "Please knot me!"

But then I thought of the night when Conner said some Latin words and got the truck back on the road after it veered off because of the snow and wondered if I could use that spell to untie the knots. My mind was still a haze from the drugs as I thought hard about the words and finally they came to me. Whispering the words I focused on the knot and it slowly began to budge but it wasn’t enough. I pulled more power from within me speaking a little louder as I focused harder on the knot and it began to slide a little more but stopped when I heard a car door and then another come from outside. Someone was here and I wondered if I was too late and the witch doctor was here already. I could hear v

I turn my attention to the wrong‑wired knot under my sternum. It resists being looked at. Like a muscle twitching away from fingers. “Pain,” I say. “Pull. Noise.” “More specific,” she says. “It feels like…” I grope for the words. “Like something that used to be a straight line has been tied in a knot and then burned. For example, if I pull too hard, it’ll tear. If I ignore it, it’ll fester.” “Better,” she says. “Now—breathe into it once. Don’t grip it. Don’t shove it away. Just… let it exist without answering it.”

“Three weeks ago. I never intended to knot you. What. Did. You. Do?” Soren panicked completely, his face turning purple as he choked out a plea. “It… it was Moon-Daze herb… I put it in the incense. It can induce an Alpha’s susceptibility period and temporarily block the deep senses from a knot… I used magic to blur your memory of that night afterward… Zarya, I just love you so much, I couldn’t lose you…” BOOM. The last defense in my mind crumbled. Hallucinogenic herbs. Memory magic.

She began to mumble incoherently, and grabbed both me and Kalen, trying to move her hips to get us both deeper. She was slipping into heat delirium. That’s the only explanation for why she assumed she could fit two Alpha knots at the same time. Even without knots, it was already crammed full inside her. Even adding just one knot into the mix would be excessive. Kalen understood that as well, so he pulled out. “She needs a knot now, to bring down her fever.” He said to me and I understood his unspoken words.

The knot pulsed against my inner walls and every tiny shift sent lightning up my spine. “Mila.” His mouth was at my ear, his breath hot. “Feel that? That’s mine. You’re taking my knot like you were made for it.” I was and the bond sang with it, the primal satisfaction of being filled and held. My third orgasm didn’t so much build as detonate. I came around the knot, squeezing it, milking it, and Knox cursed viciously as he followed. He spilled inside me in thick, pulsing waves. I felt every jet, the heat of it, the way the knot trapped it all so nothing leaked.

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a good omega. Made for breeding." He crooked his fingers, found that spot inside, and Kai's back arched.

It lasted only two seconds, but the shift was instant. His eyes darkened further, raking over my high-necked sweater before locking onto my lips. There was a promise in that look—a dark, possessive claim that told me last night wasn't a mistake he intended to regret. I thought about all the possible scenarios, maybe I was just jumping to conclusions because of my own tainted desires but no matter how much I looked at it, his eyes were clearly filled with desire. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden wave of heat poolling between my thighs right there at the breakfast table. I dropped my eyes to my plate instantly, my cheeks burning.