Reverse Harem Books With Knotting Novels & Stories

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.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

I tried to pull my wrist free but his grip tightened. “Let go.” “Why?” His thumb pressed against my pulse point. Right where the whole thing was strongest without my knowing. “I’m just talking to my sister.” His touch was deliberate about this and I don’t know what game he is playing but it is meant to trigger the bond. And it was working. Heat spread through me and immediately my breathing changed. The ache eased but was replaced with something worse. There is this deep need in my core that makes me want to clench my thighs.

I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.

As long as I could watch Kael StarSeeker. Kael StarSeeker was the only reason why I looked forward to coming up this mountain every single day. Even when we're both in the middle of a garden filled with numbers of beautiful flowers and butterflies, he still managed to steal all of my attention. Kael StarSeeker was the third and last brother of the StarSeeker family. He was my senior in magic school but we did have a couple of practices together. Kael had beautiful white hair that kept most of his face hidden, a ninja band signaturate of his kingdom tied around his forehead, his frontals covering most of the design engraved on the front.

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long. His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills. Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends? The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

The cover was adorned with intricate, silver runes that shimmered in the light, and the pages were filled with stories, poems, and songs that Kie had collected from our adventures together. The book was titled "Whispers of the Stars," and it was a testament to the special bond between us. As I opened the book, the pages revealed memories, laughter, and tears we had shared, all woven into a tapestry of words that spoke directly to my heart. "Thank you, love, I love it!" I said kissing him too.

"Damon! What are you doing?!" He was knotting me?! My mind screamed. How far gone was he? An Alpha shouldn't knot an Omega—not unless they were mated, or at the very least planning to get married. It was an unwritten law of the packs. The chances of pregnancy after a knot jumped to a staggering seventy-five percent. "Relax...Milaya" he whispered against my ear, his voice so low that I didn’t even register the nickname. I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I pushed at his arms. "Damon!"

Maeve's POV Older omegas were nothing but lies. They spoke about knots like they were just things that locked you and your alpha together so he could knock you up. They were always so prudish about it, and God, I wished they’d told us the truth. I'd felt Declan shoot his seed inside me, and it had triggered a series of mini orgasms in my pussy, but when his knot locked us together, it was like I was on drugs.