Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

The knots, warm and pulsing, settled within her, a constant reminder of their presence, their claim. The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths. Lucas and Jake held her close, their bodies pressed against hers, their warmth enveloping her. They stroked her hair, kissed her neck, whispered words of comfort and reassurance. The physical act of knotting was more than just a sexual release; it was a bonding, a merging of souls, a sealing of their fates.

The sound rolled through the circle, deep and grounding. “Bind the bond,” she called. “Not as a bridge. As a knot.” A knot. Not a line. Not something that can be pulled straight until it snaps. Kieran swallowed hard. “Do you know how to do that?” “No,” I said. “But I know how to hold you.” The pull surged, sudden and sharp. The world lurched. The crack in the earth screamed. “He’s lifting again!” a voice cried. Kieran’s feet left the stone. Just a breath. Just a finger’s width. But it was enough to terrify me.

No… it couldn’t be over so easily. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself upright. I had to think. Grabbing the bungee cords, I linked them together and slung them between the wire walls of the cage, but as I predicted, I couldn’t reach anything—and even lost one of the bungee cords when it unhooked from the one in my hand. Damnit. Okay, maybe the lock pick idea was out. There had to be another way!

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.

The rope would be tied up on the fifth floor, so they couldn't use it again. Paul seemed to have already considered that. "We can use it. Winter knows how to tie a special knot." Calvin said, "What special knot?" "It's a self-releasing knot where you can pull one end to automatically untie it. Winter learned it on a course when she was in the recreational club." She could pull the knot loose once they reached the third floor, allowing them to reuse the rope. "There's just one last problem. How do we get the rope up to the fifth floor?" Calvin asked again.

She commanded at last. I stopped, my breath was coming out harshly. I focused on my breathing, I was trying to gather strength and pull again but something caught my eye. The end of the rope, I hadn’t been looking at mine earlier, I had been looking at Coco’s all day as turning mine made my eyes hurt, but I noticed now that we were knotted differently. That was a bit strange. I was quite familiar with this knot, so I began to work on it in reverse. It was a bit hard working with one hand, but I didn’t have much time.

“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 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?"

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.”