Taking The Knot Novels & Stories

He looks up at me in surprise, "You think?" "Yeah-my Dad would have said that you've got saltwater running in your veins," I lean forward and show him the next knot, "Next one is called a stopper knot. This one is what you would tie at the end after a bowline if you were securing a lot of weight onto it."

Breathing hard. “You okay?” Jax nodded. Tears pricked his eyes—not pain. Relief. Overwhelming. Ronan started moving—slow rolls at first. Deep, steady. Jax wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back. Met every thrust. The knot swelled more—catching at the rim on every pull-back. Teasing. Promising. Jax clawed at Ronan’s shoulders. “Knot me.” “Not yet,” Ronan growled. “Want you to come first.”

She left us alone in the tent. Conor started rubbing my shoulders. “You’re still tense… I can wear you out again if you want?” Conor whispered in my ear. He found a knot in my left shoulder and worked it out in a few minutes. “You’re as bad as I am, Karen.” He muttered as I chuckled. “I can feel several knots in your muscles.” He worked out a second one.

But this was more, the ritual demanded unity. As they thrust in sync, knots swelling, the air thickened with energy. Kade's knot popped first, locking in her pussy, hot cum jetting deep. Ronan followed, forcing his into her ass, the chain beginning as their knots pressed through her walls, linking. Darius pulled from her mouth, shifting to straddle her back, his knot seeking her pussy alongside Kade's. The stretch was divine agony, two knots in one hole, Ronan's in the other, their bodies forming a tangled knot of flesh. Lila screamed around the pleasure-pain, her body yielding as Darius's knot wedged in, completing the chain: Kade and Darius knotted pussy-to-pussy through her, Ronan's ass k

Being the product of a broken marriage, Nathan all too painfully reminds Kate of her ex Josh, who’s now in juvie along with his gang for the stunt that they pulled last Valentine’s and the other crimes and acts of bullying that Terra managed to prove through evidential photos, vids, texts, PMs and Snaps. Nathan finishes the whole thing with a special kind of bow that he dubs the Forever Knot™ (he adds “TM” to make fun of the camp counsellor, who’s obsessed with catchphrases and trademarks). He guarantees the knot will never come loose even though it’s easy to untie. As if all those weren’t enough, he restarts with Kate’s other boot and gives her another mini-heart attack. Still, he finishes

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!”

“Hands behind your back.” I lace my fingers together at the base of my spine, watching as he picks up the rope. It’s the same soft leather we used before. He shifts forward, knees bracketing my chest, and reaches for my wrists. The knot he ties is neat and sure. Not cruel. Not punishing. Firm. I test it and it holds, but I know if I put my full strength into it, I can break it. He picks up the folded cloth. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice suddenly tight.

The knot was swelling now, catching on every thrust. “Give it to me,” Elara gasped. “Knot me, baby. Fill me.” Rowan snarled and slammed forward. The knot popped inside, locking them together. Elara’s eyes rolled back. The stretch was insane, painful 'n perfect Rowan kept grinding, the knot rubbing right against her g-spot.

He takes a sharp breath through his nose, not because it hurts, but because of something else. “Come on,” I say. “Let me clean that up.” He lets me guide him without resistance. We move through the dark house together, my hand still holding his wrist. The kitchen floor is cold against my bare feet. I gently ease him into a chair, then go to the sink and take out the first aid kit. When I return and sit down across from him, his eyes are already on my face, watching me closely. I carefully begin to unwrap the tape. It clings to the torn skin, and I have to peel it away slowly so I don’t make it worse. He doesn’t react or pull away. He just watches me, his gaze steady and intense, like it’s pr

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.