Flared Nostrils Attraction Novels & Stories

He would whisper things to her during class or find excuses to touch her. And every time he did, he gave me a look, as if he were expecting me to growl and claim Atalanta as mine. Wolves are possessive, and if there is one thing we don’t like, it’s another person flirting with the one that's ours. But all his flirting had no effect on me. Well, it did make me feel pity for poor Atalanta, who didn’t seem sure how to respond. It almost seemed like this was the first time any boy had flirted with her, but that seemed odd considering the way our kind is.

THE UN BOTHERED EXPRESS The air thickened with the musky scent of male arousal, and she savored it, her gaze raking over them like a predator selecting prey. Starting with the first, a towering blond with veins snaking down his biceps, she circled him slowly. Her fingers trailed along his arm, squeezing the firm muscle, then down to his chest, thumbs brushing over his flat nipples until they hardened into peaks.

Gustavo said with pride that bordered on indecent, “allow me to present my daughters. Valentina and Camila.” Both stopped in front of Alaric. And released their pheromones. I felt them from where I stood, three meters behind the group. A warm, sweet, intoxicating wave designed specifically to attract an alpha’s attention. It was the wolf version of wearing expensive perfume, unbuttoning two buttons, and batting your eyelashes a lot—multiplied by a thousand and injected directly into the nostrils. Valentina, the blonde, leaned forward just enough for her cleavage to speak for her.

"How can I not be? I have double eyelids! A high nose!" Christin pointed at the bridge of his nose. "Look at me clearly, how am I not your type?!" "I'm talking about personality!" Natasha frowned and said with a serious face, "I like serious men. I don't like flirty idiots like you!" Idiots? Flirty? Christin was dissatisfied, "If you only said 'flirty', I'd reluctantly accept that as the truth, but what do you mean by 'idiot'?"

I missed you …and…you didn't even let me know you were around…and… Nora said sniffing as she tried to explain to Dominco what he did to her "Oh baby I'm so sorry!! You were sleeping so beautifully well that I could not bring myself to disturb you,I'm really sorry babygirl! Dominco said with a frown on his face,he didn't like that she smelt like someone else, getting even angrier that someone else had touched her he began to release his pheromones, trying to cover up the smell and make her smell like him, sniffing her neck he was satisfied that she was finally smelling like him,and he had actually been a bit bothered when he came home that if he held her unconsciously she would shift away fro

He began to vigorously scrub the camouflage from his skin with the raw energy of a wolf shedding a winter coat. Thea stared, the truth finally hitting her like a scent-trail. "You deliberately masked your Alpha-glamour." Theo stopped the charade, his eyes flashing with a sharp, calculating light. "I merely wished to test if her instincts could see past the surface. The result is clear: Ms. Fletcher is just another surface-dweller who judges by the pelt." "Theodore," Thea said earnestly, "the spark of a mate-bond often begins with the first visual strike. Everyone is drawn to superior genetics and beauty; it is the law of the wild."

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

I nodded slowly. “Dax and Ragnar didn’t seem to care about Flora’s scent,” I remarked, recalling how easily they interacted with her and nothing about her bothered them. He gave a short nod. “Yes, that’s because they don’t pay attention to a human’s scent. Physical appearance takes precedence for them. They’re drawn to what they see.” “What about Villion?” I asked. “Do you think he’s going to eat Flora?” He chuckled. “After what you saw earlier… do you honestly think Villion would want a share?”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled Freya’s scent, a natural drug that numbed his reason and ignited a hunger he had never felt for any female of his own kind. “What are you laughing at?” Freya taunted, though her own breathing had begun to falter with the captor’s excessive closeness. “Did you discover you have no power over me?” Cedrik seized her chin with growing force, forcing her to look back at him. His amber eyes were dark, streaked with incandescent gold at the edges.

she said, calm and measured, a small but sharp smile tugging at her lips. “Iris… hi,” I returned, forcing a smile, but something felt off. Her eyes weren’t on my face—they drifted over me, scanning me like I was an exhibit. My wet chest, the damp fabric of my towel clinging in all the wrong ways. I could feel every inch of her attention. I cleared my throat, forcing control back into the moment. “Iris… is there something I can help you with?” Her gaze snapped to mine, and that sly, dangerous smile curled wider. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper as she brushed against my ear.