Taking The Knot Novels & Stories

"Dominant males knot their submissive mate when they're in heat. The knot is at the base of our cocks. It starts to swell as we cum, and reaches full size once we're done cuming. It locks us in place to help ensure you get pregnant. "How long does it last?" Ethan hoped it would go away soon. The pain was unbearable, and the pressure was still rising as the Alpha's knot continues swelling. "I'm sorry my little mate. It won't be that long. It'll only hurt for a few moments until you adjust to the new size. It takes about 15 to 20 minutes for our knot to go down. This is what your body has been craving, our knots. This will allow your heat to level out for a few hours so you can rest." The Alph

“But the Mirror put its hand between us, and he let it. I know he’s trying. I know he is. But I can’t be the only one reaching.” I nod. “You won’t be.” I let my palm slide open on my knee, a quiet vow. “We will tie a ritual knot when the sun is full—bondwork meant to ground, not to claim. Nothing he can bristle at. Something he can stand inside without feeling like he’s failing by accepting help. I’ll ask Stratton to stand with him while I stand with you.” She exhales, a sound like a body remembering how. “Thank you.” “Again,” I say gently. “Another strand.”

Duke Ethan saw the confusion on my face and proceeded to explain it to me. "Unlike the marking where it just entails the two of you bearing each other's scent and aura, 'the knotting' is a lot more intense." Duke Ethan began and I listened attentively. "It involves not just the man imprinting on your body, but on your wolf and soul as well."

Julie asks and Gwen claps her hands. "Ooh. Let me do it." she says excitedly. "Go ahead." Julie says. "So, boys, a knot is when a man wants to get his mate pregnant, hence Pearl's breeding comment. When he finishes, his cock swells until he's basically stuck in his mate so none of that baby making juice falls out." The more she speaks the more I feel the blood rush to my face. I'm sure I'm bright red and slightly horrified by her explanation. I look over at Jack, and he's stopped chewing, looking at Gwen as if trying to ascertain if she's being serious.

The one he needed to knot me. "Going to knot you," he snarled against my ear. "Fill you up. Make you mine." "Yes— please—" His knot started to swell, pressing against my entrance. I pushed back against him, desperate, needing that fullness. He thrust forward hard, and the knot popped inside me, stretching me wide. "Fao—" He pulled my hair, arching my back, and sank his teeth into my claim mark. The combination of pleasure and pain — the stretch of his knot, the sting of his bite — sent me over the edge. I came hard, clenching around him, my whole body shaking.

And when it locks, when my knot swells and he clamps down around me, crying out as he shakes beneath me, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and hold him through it. “Good,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him slowly now. “You did so fucking good, Princess.” And he clings to me like he believes it. I don’t know how many times I take him until his heat passes, but we both fall asleep with my knot still deep inside him.

Kemira- I wake up from my short nap to find him asleep. I try and move, but the knot is still in place. Goddess, why do I love this feeling so much. “You’re purring.” I hear Takoa with closed eyes and a deep voice. “Stop moving before I spank you. And they will make the knot swell more. Because I know you’ll enjoy it.” He grips my hips, keeping me in place. “I can’t help it. It feels so good.” I grind on him as he gets hard again.

“Gonna keep you like this. Full. Marked. Dripping. Mine. Amelia’s still at the academy. Ironclaw can send every scout they’ve got—they’ll never touch what’s locked on my knot.” I came again, walls clamping down, squirting around him. He followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt as his knot swelled and locked us together. Hot ropes flooded me, pulse after pulse, overflowing until it dripped down my thighs. We stayed like that for long minutes, his chest plastered to mine, his hand stroking my belly, his mouth kissing every mark he’d left. When the knot finally eased, he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from me in thick white streams. Then he scooped me up again like I

Welcoming it. I feel his knot starting to swell, and all at once I know what I’m asking for. “Do it,” I say. “Please.” He groans. “Please.” “God fucking damn.” Zane rips himself away. He pulls out and turns me around, landing me on my back. His hand hooks under my knee, spreads me open, and he knots me like that. I come again. So hard, I think I see the edge of the universe. “Don’t let me do that again,” he orders, catching his breath.

Gilbert said nothing, picked up the gauze, and bandaged her wound. He was not as delicate as Jensen, and the dressing would not win any aesthetic award. Especially the knot that looked like it would fall apart at any moment. Kisa reinforced the knot with her teeth and asked, "When will someone bring the clothes over? "Are you afraid Jensen will worry?"