I Like Your Pheromones Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I’m getting stiff just at the thought of doing things to her that will take that soft, apprehensive look on her face and transform it into a twisted expression of absolute pleasure. “Well, don’t just stand out there on the steps,” I tell her. “Come inside.” She nods shyly. “Yes, sir—I mean, Dominik.” I smile as she passes and inhale deeply, cementing the scent of her perfume into my lungs. It’s pretty, but what I’m really dying for are her pheromones – the smell of her body that I can only get from lying on top of her as I rock my hips back and forth, stretching her walls with my swollen cock.

I nodded, listening to Nikau as he spoke about pheromones. I remembered learning about them in science class, but I never knew they played such a crucial role in werewolf mates. Nikau's words about my pheromones being sweet caught me off guard. I blushed, feeling a sense of happiness that I had never experienced before. The thought of being able to sense Nikau's pheromones, and for him to sense mine, was both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.

But he obeys and moves even closer, right until he’s standing in front of my desk. I calmly inhale his pheromones. The good news is that his pheromones do not smell revolting to me— the bad news is that my useless dick has chosen this exact moment to regain its vitality. It’s almost as if Sorahiko had never smelled this good before. I am so hard right now. So fucking hard.

So, I leaned in close and kissed her deeply, letting our lips mingle until our saliva blended together, sweet and nice, and I could sense her pheromones kicking in again. That scent is seriously captivating. I felt a rush of happiness just from inhaling that thick pheromone aroma for the first time. She attempted to shake my hand, nudge my leg, and make me feel powerless, but she couldn't really get away because I was still gripping her wrist. Our lips were locked together, and I was overwhelmed with desire; my pants felt constricting, and I couldn't resist the intoxicating pheromones she was giving off. Still kissing, I released my grip and wrapped my arms around her waist. When she tried t

However, I freeze when a very pleasant scent catches my attention from the other side of the hallway. Alpha pheromones... My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I stare directly at Adele's father's bedroom, whose door is slightly ajar. A foolish idea crosses my mind. What if I take a quick look? I know it's stupid, but since I'm here alone and it'll only take a moment, I put my phone away and slowly walk to the other side of the hallway, where the scent of the pheromones grows stronger. It's Harry's scent...

I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and discarded the original porcelain bottle. Over the next few days, Queenie kept throwing quick glances at my desk, confirming the porcelain perfume bottle was still there before nodding in satisfaction. To gain further confirmation, she used any pretext to accompany me to the restroom. Her true intentions were to check whether the perfume had the desired effect on me. Feeling wicked, I sprayed myself with garlic-infused water that carried a slight stench. Queenie was so delighted that her mouth momentarily convulsed in pleasure. She was confident the unpleasant smell meant the perfume was working.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.