I Like Your Pheromones Novel Novels & Stories

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.

My body started shaking, and I could barely breathe because of that strong pheromone smell. This guy, he hates me. The scent of his pheromones gave me a clear signal. It was obvious he hated me so much that he wanted to kill me, like Joshua did when we first met. “Ah, This is your omega? You guys on a date? I didn't know my brother was this cute?” His voice sounded cheerful but I could feel that it was all a lie. This man really hates me. I got up from my seat and hurried toward the bathroom. I could hear Gruvv calling my name. I couldn't stay there, my throat was tight. Even Gruvv's pheromones didn't help at all.

His scent is soothing my anxious wolf, and it's been helpful in controlling this mindless desire inside of me. I take out my laptop and begin working. My fingers feel stiff at the spasms of pain moving through me. I never knew that pheromones worked this way, that if I didn't give in to the physical desire, it would internalize and cause me physical pain. My insides feel like they're on fire, and I'm grinding my teeth to keep in my soft gasps of pain.

His palm which was wrapped in his pheromones moved from my throat and slowly crept to the back of my neck, he picked a spot, and… “Ahhh! Ngh~ You— Urgh…” I cried out, moaned aloud, and my eyes opened but remained half-opened. My lips were parted, desire pulsed through my body, they attacked my five senses and all my being shook. The way he used his cool and warm pheromones to rub a very sensitive spot at the back of my neck made me collapse. I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't speak out, and all I could do was feel.

I reply, and his expression seems to harden before he steps towards me. “I said stay where you-” Huh…I can’t breathe. No, I can breathe, but…his pheromones… are thicker. My eyes lift sharply to Niklaus, but a strange knowing lingers in his gaze. Fucking jackass. My chest heaves with shallow breaths, but each breath calls for the next as my body now longs for the thick sandalwood as if it were the drug keeping me alive. My elbow blocks my nose, preventing me from inhaling the scent further, but my mouth parts to take in the air. As if mocking me, Niklaus’s taste caresses the back of my throat, the smoky undertone of his pheromones burning my lungs deliciously.

God, I can't even remember anymore how many times I had wanted to throw up in disgust upon smelling their pheromones. But Landon… his pheromones are different. Sure, he is not the only alpha that has a cedarwood smell—I've encountered a number of alphas with the same smell—but he's the only one that has a calming effect on me. Instead of me feeling disgusted by it, it actually calms me. His pheromones make me feel like a security blanket is being wrapped around me. And once again, yes, I like it. Very much so.

But tomorrow, everything will change. I brought him inside, and as he sat lost in thought, I set to work on his wounds. His fingers brushed against my skin, igniting a fire within me. My marks burned at his touch, and I stifled a moan as his scent enveloped me, intoxicating and overwhelming. When his fingers caressed the skin behind my ears, blood rushed south, and the need to surrender to the moment intensified. His pheromones lingered in the air, thick and potent, yet he seemed unaware of the effect he had on me.

He stopped in front of me. Too close. The tip of my nose was level with his collarbone. His body heat hit me before any physical touch could, like a burning wall pressing down on every exposed inch of my skin. The sweater suddenly felt too thin. So thin that every fiber was transferring his heat onto me. He wasn't releasing his pheromones deliberately, but a sliver still leaked from the edges of his patch. Tobacco. Rust. And something deeper underneath, like the dying embers of a bonfire on snow, its warmth not yet gone.

A dark smirk crossed his face… brief, controlled, there and then almost gone, his sea-blue eyes doing something I had not seen them do before, something that dimmed the cold quality of them into something that made Kira press forward with renewed interest that I did not ask for and did not appreciate. "Who I kiss is none of your business," I said, and I meant it to come out with authority and it did, mostly, except for the part where his pheromones were pressing into me with a force I couldn't account for, his scent hit me at close range—forest rain and dark musk—strong enough to make it hard to think.