I Like Your Pheromones Novel Novels & Stories

I must've been so engrossed in said work that I hadn't noticed someone walk in on me. “Mate. My mate," I heard the voice say, at the same time the pheromones hit me like a speeding truck. They were so strong, but not in the obnoxious way I was used to, it was pleasant, like a soft call of my name, calling out to me, reaching out to me, yearning for me.

“Only him. Only mine.” “You think I don’t notice?” I snarled. “You think I don’t feel how different you are? How you flinch when I say your older brother's name? How do you pull away when I get too close?” I gripped his wrists, pinned them above his head. “But your body doesn’t lie. It wants me. It needs me. Your pheromones... sweet, desperate, they’re calling to me. Can you smell how hard I am? Can you feel how much I want to ruin you for anyone else?”

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.

And between his legs, two cocks already hard and dripping something silvery, each one thick as my forearm. He breathes in deep and the glow on his chest flares bright and his whole body shudders like he's in pain. "Finally." His voice is deep and resonant, barely controlled. "Three centuries of searching and you wake up on my ship smelling like you were made to be bred." I try to scramble backward but my body won't cooperate. Heat is flooding through me, pooling between my thighs, and I'm soaking wet before he even touches me. Something in the air. Pheromones. Making me desperate and needy for something I can't even name.

I take a moment to sniff in the smell which leads me to another odd observation. In the past, when I just found out that she was my mate, her pheromone was like a drug to me. One deep inhale and I was out of my senses. I would start frantically searching for her if I couldn't set eyes on her. My head wouldn’t stop whipping around until I found her and if she was around, I would want her in my arms immediately. But that’s not the case right now. The smell of her pheromone only indicates her presence. It only confirms the fact that she used to be my mate. It doesn't make my insides melt, it doesn't make me crave her. It's just there, like any pleasant perfume.

My hands were shaking, and I felt like I might explode. He stepped closer, and I noticed it, the subtle change in him. The pheromones. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t even think about it properly. But somehow, against my will, my body slowed, my breath came back in more manageable waves. The trembling lessened. My hands unclenched. My rage didn’t vanish, but it became something I could bear. His soothing pheromones did it. “Good,” he said, almost to himself. He stood there, looking at me like I was a problem to be solved. Like I was a burden.

"Seeing you lie on a hospital bed motionless was unbearable. I wanted to do something so that I could get connected to your memories. So I decided to grow your favourite flowers. As a bonus, I could feel the fragrance of your pheromones from them, which could relax my mind and give me the energy to get back on my feet. I used to spend some time in the garden despite my..." "The fragrance of my pheromones is wild roses?" Riley couldn't even believe what she heard. In addition to all the physical resemblance, this girl had the exact pheromone fragrance as she did... How could such a coincidence exit? Are they really destined to cross their lives like this?

If in front of him was an alpha continuously emitting his pheromones, the consequences would be well known. Right. The strange alpha in front of me used pheromones to control Calantha. She could feel his pheromone through every inch of her skin. The spicy alcohol pheromone mixed with the sweet pheromones like cotton candy creates a chemical reaction in their bodies. In the dark corner of the stairs, the groans and panting grew louder. Calantha could feel his lips gently touching her neck, kisses spreading from front to her gland in her back neck. The whole body was lifted, turning the world, she was soft and tender in the Alpha's lap. Both are governed by instinct, Calantha's arms around his

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

I said back even Gray had not issued his disapproval when I returned to kiss his lips as if here I was the one who took over, as if here I was the one who attacked Gray, I continued to play with Gray's lips making Gray finally come back replying to the kiss that I gave, I could feel how our heartbeats were beating fast and shouted at each other, our body temperature that was starting to heat up merged with the room temperature which made the silence feel even more burning our desire for each other. until finally Gray let go of the kiss he turned to the side of my face after that down to the crook of my neck he sucked on my scent so strong I don't know the scent What does Gray mean by the nam