Flared Nostrils Attraction Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I can smell that famishing lasagna. Perhaps you could teach me your recipe." Allison watches them talk. The conversation goes on, and she listens to them and studies their interaction. The only thing she didn't want was for him to be with someone else. So, she studied the woman's body language—how she flipped her hair a little, fluttered her eyelashes, and made her voice softer and sweeter. It was all enough to know that she was trying to seduce and flirt with him.

My mind knows her scent and my heart— well she is the reason I feel the twigs and knots— especially when she's with another man. "What if I offered a far more fair deal?" I do not know what and why I said so. But whatever form of relationship we could have— I will propose. "And what could that be?" I saw how she cringed her nose when confused. I now know for a fact that it is a habit. She would have this little pink flush on the apex of her nose when she is excited about something. Or how warm her ears get when she's shy. In just a few days I have been utterly bridged by another.

Why? She had no problem acknowledging that the guy was physically attractive. A person would have to be blind not to realize that, but that attribute could be applied to millions of men. Studies had shown that physical appearances alone would not attract followers. From wolves to humans, research had shown that although the way that an animal looked would draw the attention of others, the behavior and character of an animal is what gained it the acceptance of others as a leader.

“He could have killed you.” She decided to be totally blunt. They appreciated that. “Your males are unlikely to injure a female, especially one they don’t consider a threat. He was more prone to attempt to engage in sexual activity than kill me outright. That’s also why I opened my shirt. The sight of cleavage seems to work wonders. It has been known to change their moods to downright friendly. It’s not a secret how horny some Species can be.” He seemed astonished at her frankness but suddenly grinned. “True. Let’s start over. Thank you for coming so quickly. You were difficult to track down but as you can see, we have a situation.”

She added angrily, staying in character. She knew that she can flirt her way in, but the bouncer just doesn't pass her standards when it comes to physical appearance in men. She had been forcing herself to flirt with unattractive dudes all night in order to pull her scheme off, and she's sick of it. If only her face was a little more mature, and she was a little taller. Fortunately, many crooked men have this weird attraction towards little, pretty girls. It's disgusting, but sometimes it can be a compelling tool.

She stopped moving, her head clearing a little. Baffled, Alviara took a closer look at the pretty boy. His features were delicate and smooth, long lashes framing his almond-shaped eyes. There was subtle hints of femininity in his appearance. It wasn't until this moment that she truly focused on the nuances of his musk. While arousal scents are not inherently gendered, his possessed a delicate sweetness... a faint floral undertone that differed from the sharper, more aggressive scents of most males. It was faint, but they all are. Alviara could only discern this because she knew what to channel for.

She is too thin, but the curve of her breasts and the way her hips jut out have me feeling a flare of attraction. I was never attracted to Princess Vivian. Visually, she was an appealing woman, but I found those coy looks she shared with men and her flirty gestures off-putting. But this woman…She looks like Vivian, but she is so different from her. Right now, in this unguarded moment, she looks delicate and charming. My wolf rumbles, wanting to take a bite out of that moist, flushed skin.

I find myself staring at a man’s chest. I can smell the leather from his jacket. I bring my eyes up to see him staring down at me with a not so lovely expression. He snatches me up by my throat. “You’re pretty,” He smiles. I swing my foot nailing him right in the groin. He drops me. I land on my feet, not giving him the time to regain his composure. I flip my body, bringing a kick right to his chin, knocking him flat on his back.

The relentless east wind grew colder as it whipped past my face, distracting me away from my deep thoughts about Florian's departure. I heard him sighed beside me. When I glanced at him, I also caught him staring down at me. I bravely looked back as I let my eyes wander around his facial features. His striking green eyes, which are my most favorite part of his face. His prominent and proud nose that enhances his manliness. The thick eyebrows, his soft and natural rosy lips, and his well-defined jawline. Everything about him is just perfect.

I foolishly reasoned out. He paused and appreciated the pores of my face for a second while having that sultry smile plastered on his luscious lips. How I badly want them to swell from sucking it hard. "Do you know how these nostrils flare whenever you make an excuse?" Poking my nose, he asked. My hand flew to my nose and covered it. "You're so cute. You're making me want to eat you up." I'm hyperventilating. His mood right now is too red and viscous. I have to add some water to it.