Untying The Knot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A green beret, green sash with badges sewn on it, and a pair of calf high white stockings completed the look. She held up a length of nylon rope. "Mr. Brad, can you help me with my knot tying?" "Of course," I replied. "I tried to tie a half hitch, but I don't think this is right," she said, dropping the rope and looking down at the knot holding her shirt together. She stood right in front of me, taking an end of the shirt in each hand and began to slowly pull. I watched, mesmerized as the fabric slowly slid through the knot, then the knot was gone and her shirt was open. She spread her arms, exposing her breasts to me.

Making it easier to slip the other one through. Bringing my wrists to my mouth, I find the knot and start pulling with my teeth and the knot loosens and I keep pulling until I can slip my wrists free. I untie the material with my teeth. It feels like silk; I gag as I remove it from my other leg.

She moved around the room for a while. Then she stood, just staring into space as she began to unbutton her shirt. My breath hitched in anticipation and she pulled the shirt off. Then she started removing something else that was wrapped around her chest. She kept unwinding a cloth from her chest until it was bare. Staring right there was the only proof I needed to confirm what I already knew.

I couldn’t let this silence fester. With a sudden, decisive movement, I pulled my tie loose and shrugged out of my jacket, letting it drop to the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked, my footsteps silent on the runner. I didn’t knock. I turned the handle and stepped into the steam-filled bathroom.

She leaned in for the last part like it was some royal secret. My eyes widened like saucers. “And how the hell do you know that?” I whispered back, shocked. She just gave me a smug little smirk that could rival the devil himself. “Trust me, babe, everyone in this castle knows. Here’s the thing,”she sat cross-legged like we were besties at a sleepover, “once an Alpha King mates and marks a Moon Guardian, an unbreakable knot forms. So powerful, it literally echoes in the aura of the pack. We may not have known Elsa was a fake, but we all knew Ares hadn’t marked her. It was the missing piece.”

"Our plan was so close to working out! Why did things have to fall apart now, of all times?" "No, I need to go look for Rory now!" Xavier declared, his eyes red-rimmed. His heart felt as if someone was squeezing it tight, the pain cutting off his breath. "What about me?" Violet, who had been quiet throughout, grew frantic as she tugged on Xavier's arm. "So what if the plan didn't work? You've already avoided marrying her 99 times, and missing out on the 100th won't make a difference! "It's probably for the best that she cut ties with us. At least Ethan won't have to be burdened by her in the future!"

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.

And so they continued to tie and untie knots, their actions a form of dialogue, each loop and twist echoing the complexity of their emotions. As the rope wound around her once more, Ava felt a new level of trust settle between them. Carver, too, felt it, understanding that this intricate dance of rope and flesh, of freedom and constraint, was an evolving form of communication, an expression of a love that refused to be easily categorized or contained.

Mariam nodded into het chest and she hugged her tighter. Whatever your story is Mariam, she decided, I'll find out. Madeline promised herself she would find out in a way that didn't force tears into Mariam's cute little face.