Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

“Gonna lock my knot inside this pretty hole and breed you full. You want that, baby? Want your alpha to pump you full of cum until your belly swells?” “Yes, please. Kael, knot me, breed me. ahh!” Riven sobbed, his voice breaking beautifully. I fucked him even harder, the wet slapping sounds growing louder and more obscene. My knot swelled fully, stretching his rim as I forced it inside with one final, deep thrust. “Fuck… take it— take my knot!” I groaned loudly as my knot locked inside him. Riven cried out sharply, his body seizing up as the thick knot stretched him wide. The moment it popped in, I started grinding deep, short thrusts, pressing my knot firmly against his prostate while I str

The knot at the base of his cock started to swell, growing bigger and bigger with every thrust, stretching her entrance even wider. Riley’s eyes widened in terror. “No no the knot it’s too big it won’t fit please don’t knot me!” she cried, trying to crawl away but he pinned her down with his massive body and kept thrusting. The knot pushed against her pussy lips, forcing them to stretch painfully wide. She screamed as it finally popped inside her with a wet sound, locking them together. The sudden fullness made her vision blur. The knot kept swelling inside her, pressing against her walls, hitting her cervix with every small movement.

I staggered back, heaving heavily, my cock was still hard and dripping. Kael was still locked in her ass, watching me with dark eyes. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed one more second, I was going to do something I’d regret. I turned and barged out of the room, slamming the door right behind me. Author’s Note: Knotting is a popular trope in werewolf/shifter smut. When an Alpha is close to orgasm, the base of his cock swells into a large, bulbous “knot” that locks inside his partner, physically tying them together for several minutes.

Especially if I’m still restrained. On my back, it’s easier to incline my head and look up at the ropes without yanking my joints out of place to do it. My hands dangle from purple-patterned mountain climbing rope held in place by intricate knots. I’ve done some mountain climbing in my time—hard not to when you grow up in the mountains—but I don’t recognize this knot. Fuck. I start working on the ropes, twisting my wrists and tucking my thumb in an effort to slide my hands free. Tugging on the ropes just seems to pull the knot tighter, and moving up to take the pressure off doesn’t release anything.

The idea was fun at first but it wasn’t anymore. "Ease up." Knox's voice came from behind me. "You're gripping too hard." I loosened my fingers, but they were still shaking. It had been shaking since we left the cabin. Since I woke up this morning with his… Stop. Don't think about it. "Loop it first," Knox said. "Then the anchor. I twisted the wire, trying to remember the steps. "You're not listening." "I am." "Then why are you making a bracelet instead of a snare?"

They stayed locked together, pinned against the wall by the knot, the water still running. "How long do we have to stay like this?" Kai asked. "Twenty minutes at least. Maybe thirty. Depends on how fast it goes down." Daemon adjusted his grip, making sure Kai was comfortable. "Can you handle it?" "Do I have a choice?" "Not really. The knot won't come out until it deflates. We're stuck." "Then I guess I'll handle it." They stayed like that, connected, locked, intimate. And despite the awkward position, it felt right. Complete.

His knot bumped my lips with each push. "Take it," he panted. "Show them who owns this mouth." Thorne and Cassian sped up. Thrusts grew deeper. Harder. Their knots swelled bigger. They caught on my rim. They pushed. The double knot forced past in one brutal surge. I screamed. My body convulsed. The stretch tore through me. Burning. Perfect. My hole stretched impossibly wide around both bases. Slick flooded out. My belly tightened visibly as the knots locked. They sealed everything inside.

God, I should have fucking listened. “I can't pull out, Rosette,” Kross whispered, his voice breaking. My eyes shot open, my hands grabbing his biceps, and my nails digging into them. “What the fuck do you mean you can't pull out? Answer me!” He looked into my eyes but I looked away. I couldn't bear to look at him. Not now. “I knotted in you,” he admitted softly. “I'm tied to you right now. The knot won't go down for twenty minutes. I'm locked in you.”

Thank you ALL for hanging in there while I finished “The Butterfly Knot.” What a hell ride it has been, let me tell you. I remember when I first started writing this novel. My life was so much different back in September of 2020. I was involved in a poly triad, and realized I didn’t fit into their equation. I’m one of the original partners, and ended my seven year relationship so my EXs could be together.

I called back, setting my coffee mug down. When I stepped into the room, I couldn’t help but smile. Chase sat cross-legged on the carpet, fumbling with the laces on his tiny sneakers. His hair was slightly messy, and his face scrunched up in frustration as he tried — and failed — to make a proper knot. “You almost had it,” I said, kneeling beside him. “No,” he huffed dramatically. “It’s hard.” “Let me show you again,” I said softly, guiding his hands through the steps. “Loop... twist... pull.”