Flared Nostrils Attraction Novels & Stories

However, this aroma was nearly overwhelmed by the sickly smell of the other females who clung to him, their combined scents of sweat, perfume, and body odour overshadowing his allure. "I thought of leaving, but seeing how these women were so glued to you I wanted to understand what the fuss is about," Angela said as she pretended to innocently readjust her dress to deliberately expose more cleavage then ran her a finger seductively down his chest. Sensual goosebumps and tingles erupted over Angela's hand and her mate's chest. "What makes them so attracted to you? Is it your charm, good looks or is it your status and money?"

I protested. "But I am sure you two haven’t mated yet. After mating, a female gets a beautiful glow on her face. It’s almost clear. Besides, your mark isn't visible, it's covered by your turtleneck dress. Marked but unmated female bodies create an addictive scent that attract males to her. Even though the smell is intended to her mate, other males can also sense it. And it's hard to ignore for unmated, untamed males. Marked, unmated females are more vulnerable. Often their bodies go through extreme pain of heat." Natasha spoke, making me speechless. That meant Theodore too could smell that scent. Yet he controlled himself around me. But what about these men? I was scared all of a sudden.

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.

“I get the feeling you haven’t changed much.” “You’d be wrong. My taste has changed.” He shot her a calculated glance from under his ridiculously thick lashes. “Unless you consider yourself a floozy.” “I most certainly do not. I don’t have big breasts, big blonde hair, and small brains.” “Well, I’m attracted to you, and it seems to me that in the interests of weaning me away from these so-called floozies, you should take a more active role in my personal improvement.” Maxima couldn’t help the smile that bloomed.

I asked, squinting. She hesitated for a moment, her lips twitching like she wanted to lie. But then she sighed, not even looking at me. “Pheromone,” she said, rubbing it into her skin. “Crushed wild plants. It makes us smell more… appealing.” “To who?” I asked, though I already knew. She glanced over her shoulder at me. “To the Alpha, obviously. The girls who serve him dinner tonight will try to get his attention. If he chooses one of us, we get gifts the next morning.”

And by few, I am include myself in that list. If we add Max to the equation, he is not a human, which is already eye catching to the humans around us. In other classes, he’s always the center of attention. It’s not just because of his race but also because of his looks. Believe it or not, despite the females knowing that he isn’t human, his appearance turns them on. I can smell their lust, and I know that Max can as well since his grin becomes cocky at the attention that he is getting.

"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.

His nose flared as he took in another male scent on me and his growl dropped into something primal. “Who were you with?”

"I will get on the pills...I like when you fill me with your come..." His nostrils flared. "You need more of it?" He asked, sounding so turned on.

His nostrils flaring, his eyes glazing over in raw, primal hunger. “Nastja Vladimirovna… “ He whispers, leaning against me. He grazes his nose over my cheeks. The closeness conjure fires of need inside me. I part my thighs wide, welcoming him. I feel the thick, huge bulge throbbing against my thighs. Then, I rock my body against his. Wanting his dick to rock my watery pussy. “You look just like him. Have his features. His hair. But never completely his eyes. His blood rush through your veins.” He whispers.