Novel & Cerita I Like Your Pheromones Novel

His fingers traced a burning path down the side of my leg, shifting inward until his touch settled right between my thighs. A sharp, breathless whimper left my lips as his hand moved against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The friction of his bare palms sent a white-hot wave of electricity straight up my spine. I arched my back instinctively, leaning heavily into his solid chest, completely high on the thick, suffocating wave of his cedar and mountain rain pheromones.

I wanted to scream for him to stop, but at that moment, I just couldn't tell why I felt so aroused and dripping with horny liquids inside of me. “I bet you're going to get bent over and fucked if you keep releasing these pheromones, love,” the voice behind my ears echoed. I'm in trouble, this can't be happening for real. I must be dreaming.

/LORCAN/ If I hadn't lost my sense of time, today was the final day of my rut. I stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom, my head aching slightly. I rolled onto my side, immediately wincing as a wave of nausea hit me. The sheets were damp, smelling heavily of sweat and my room was covered in my pheromones. “This is hilarious,” I scoffed in disbelief. How was it possible for a recessive Omega’s pheromones to affect me? I wasn't even affected by dominant omegas so how? Was Theo not aware of his actual secondary gender?

I've never smelled anything as delicate as her pheromones before and it's driving me mad. I've been with many omegas before but this is the first time that some sweet pheromones almost drove me into a rut. "Hah! What t-the fuck did you do to me." I mumbled with my eyes closed and my jaw hung open while my right hand continued to pleasure me. "Ah! Ah...Please, Alpha!" I imagined her moaning for me, begging for me to go faster and bury my shaft deeper inside her. I stroked the spot under the head of my dick where I felt the most pleasure like electricity running up my spine. Just a little bit more and...

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

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Chapter 1 The air between us already smelled like sex—sweat, arousal, the promise of what my cunt was about to do to his fingers. We were still in the hallway—the door barely shut behind us, lock clicking once like an afterthought, my back pressed flat to the wall, his chest close enough that every breath I took pulled more of him into my lungs. No lights on yet. Just the dim orange glow from the streetlamp outside the window bleeding through half-closed blinds, striping across his jaw, his collarbone, the front of my dress where the fabric already clung damply to my skin. We hadn’t even made it to the living room. Hadn’t kissed. Hadn’t said more than “hey” and “you smell good” before the sc

VANESSA’S POV His lips crashed against hers, swallowing her breath as they locked into a deep, bruising kiss. The sight sent a strange, conflicting shockwave through my chest, but I couldn't stop. Even as their mouths fused and their bodies shifted against the plush cushions of the couch, I dropped heavily to my knees on the cold floor, lowering my head toward him. My hands cupped the thick, throbbing base of his erection, and I took him directly into my mouth. The slick, pulsing heat of his dick hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water as I forced myself to establish a steady, relentless rhythm. My wrist ached and my jaw throbbed, but I kept my pace, my entire body burning with a vol

I admitted quietly and felt that delicious aroma and warmth intensifying in my nose. I ran my hand down his back feeling every muscle as I ran the tip of my nose across his chin, my lips across his Adam's apple as he moved in an attempt to swallow. "I told you I wouldn't do anything...but fuck Amelia." He spoke louder this time, a smile tugging at my mouth. I felt some of her pheromones leak from her skin and I grunted in response. These were different, these I liked. Her tongue slowly slid down my neck along with her warm lips and she popped a hickey, followed by an intense and lingering squeeze on my waist.