Novel & Cerita I Like Your Pheromones Chapter 1

It was a hard-core p**n magazine. "Oooohh", she cooed, "I like this". She said as she grabbed the book from me and started to flip the pages. A few momemts of us sitting next to another, looking at pictures of people sucking and fucking, men fucking women, women fingering women, I could tell I was hard as hell and kept refraining from touching her ass with my hand. As she looked at each page, she moved herself back and onto my awaiting hand so I could feel her ass on my fingers. .

My mind was spinning, and all I could focus on was the overwhelming presence of this man—this alpha—whose pheromones were now more powerful than any willpower I had left. I tried to steady my breath, trying to ground myself. But no matter how hard I tried, his scent—his warmth—kept me rooted in place, unable to think clearly, unable to pull myself away. I had never experienced anything like this before. The strength of his pheromones was a kind of magnetism I couldn’t fight. It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional. It was like something deep inside me, something that had been dormant for so long, had been awakened, and it longed for him.

And I couldn't wait to see what other secrets it held. That night, as I curled up in bed with Ryker, Blaze, Rain, and Storm, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. The pheromone perfume had brought us even closer together, and I knew that our bond would only continue to grow stronger. As I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the men I loved, I knew that I would never forget the power of the pheromone perfume. It had unleashed a primal passion within us. The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Ryker, Blaze, Rain, and Storm were still sleeping, so I slipped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to start breakfast.

Still trying to stole a smack or two and expecting a reaction but he just smiled… Smiled genuinely that it sparkled a hint of joy in his eyes…. It put a lump on my throat, I leaned down burying my face on his chest. Its so shameful, I just met him a month or so and its not even a physical meet up. But here I was, being clingy and hungry for his touch. It’s a bit of a bother but I don’t want him to hate me, suddenly a waft of fresh peach scent tickled my nose, soothing my mind, tucking me to sleep…. At last… my long awaited rest… Chapter 31: Be My Slave

I called in my head but he wasn’t responding, what the fuck is going on…my chest feels tight again. “Hey, it’s me…look at me” Kayla’s scent was comforting as she raised my head and I’m forced to look into her eyes. My chest was starting to clear, her scent, low and subtle, it was comforting, but there was something sweeter wafting from right behind her, peach pheromones, similar to someone I know but I can’t remember who, it’s pretty sweet, it had me craving more.

The air shifted, thick with both our scents now, his dark and dominant curling around my sweeter one like a claim. “What the hell are you doing in here?” “I smelt it,” he growled, voice deeper than I’d ever heard it, rough with restraint barely holding. “Your pheromones. Your heat.” I swallowed hard, trapped between the wall and his stare. My body betrayed me—slick dripping down my thighs, nipples hardening painfully under my arms, the ache inside me sharpening to a cruel edge at the sight of him. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the instinct screaming for him to take me.

he murmured, his voice husky with triumph. I lowered my eyes, a blush creeping across my chest. He was right. A dark, damp stain visible on my white undergarment. It was an embarrassment, but also an admission of how deeply I wanted him. He carefully nudged the silky fabric aside, revealing me completely. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly desert-dry. To be exposed like this, completely open to his scrutiny, was terrifyingly intimate. He leaned closer, his eyes dark and intense. “Your pheromones,” he whispered, savoring the scent as he took a deep breath. “They’ve become even sweeter. Are you going into heat right now?” he asked.

Macmillan, Jordan, and Orlando gave me firm nods. There was no point delaying the inevitable. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to do this. I closed my eyes, drew a shaky breath, and reached deep inside myself. The moment I released my pheromones, a thick, sweet scent poured out like invisible smoke, spreading rapidly across the hall. It wrapped around everyone like a heavy, seductive blanket. When I opened my eyes, the change was so fast and terrifying. Faces that had been polite moments ago now burned with raw, unnatural desire. Eyes glazed over, bodies leaned forward hungrily.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I removed the suit, threw it on the ground, and began unbuttoning my shirt. Maybe splashing water on my bare chest would make me feel better. Raising my head, I saw a messy reflection in the mirror. The boy in the mirror had a small, delicate face, beautiful with no hint of a manly air, and dark green eyes with red stains. The cheeks glowed red, giving out a wrong sense of lust and desire. Right at this thought, my pheromone flared up. The orchid scent, which had been carefully sealed by gland patch, released violently in the air and turned the once stagnant air into one of fragrance and strange lust.