Novel & Cerita I Smell Like Beef

’ Bree jumped and yipped excitedly in my mind. ‘Yeah…barbeque. I can’t wait either!’ I chuckled. ‘No! Not the smell of food!’ ‘Then what is it you smell?’ I ask her. ‘Something delicious! It’s nutty, and woodsy. Like…almonds, smoky barbeque fire - mesquite trees, and, and, a sweetness that I can’t place but that smell…ohhhh…I wanna fuck whatever smells that delicious!’ Bree groaned as if licking her lips staring at a juicy steak.

I could never get used to those eyes. “Are you wearing that?” She whispered. I looked down at myself and then back at her. How did she— “I can smell you. You still reek of Omellete and cheesesteak.” That was what I had for dinner a few hours ago. A heightened sense of smell was a given for wolves but I had a feeling Zena had it differently.

The SUV slowed down as we passed the admission building, and then I smelled it. That scent, sweet, strong, addictive. Like honey in the sun with something darker, like a forest after rain. My wolf, Ghost went wild his claws digging into me. I breathed it in, closing my eyes. Jesus. What was that? I was drooling. Whatever the cafeteria cooked today must be something worth finding out. I never eat in the cafeteria, ever. “Damn”, I said. “What?” Jaxon asked, turning to look at me. “Do you smell that?” I asked, out of breath. They smelled the air and shrugged.

Antoine instructed, excitement evident in his voice. 'Muse' responded swiftly, displaying detailed information about air composition, popular fragrance ingredients, and the perfume habits of Parisians at that time. "Listen, Camille," Antoine’s voice filled the sunlit room, "Montmartre at the turn of the century... the strong scent of mugwort from the hilltop gardens, mixed with the smell of oil paints, tobacco, and coffee from the art studios... and the perfumes of muses in long, flowing dresses, the lavish cosmetics of cancan dancers..."

He offered me a bottle of beer, but I shook my head. "I don't drink," He frowned and gave me a soft drink that I happily took. Their friends joined us and were all lovely. Most of them were drunk and dancing. My stomach growled, so I excused myself to find some food in the kitchen. One of the chefs made me a chicken burger, which I ate slowly. It was so good. I stopped suddenly when the smell of summer rain caught my nose. It was the most intoxicating fragrance. I read in books that werewolves know their mates by their scent. It was different from others because it is the smell we love most.

His eyes were frantic as they met mine. "You, it's you! You need to run, now!" But just then a terrible odor filled my nostrils. I coughed once, bringing a hand up to my nose. "Oh goddess, what's that smell?" I shook my head, trying to get it to leave. But it just wouldn't. It smelled like rotting meat or burnt meat. Where was it coming from? I scrunched my nose.

“My point is, you smell like milk. You smell like you frequently take care of the baby at home. Mark cocked an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting that, in reality, I don’t? Do you think I'm cold-blooded? Well, I’ll tell you straight away — this scent is terrific. I like it, so is it wrong for me to wear it? It’s my son’s smell and I feel happy sniffing it. Is there anything wrong with that?” Brian was bullied into speechlessness until he finally replied, “You know what? Forget I said anything, Sir.”

I wanted to know before but was too worried about meeting my father. “We can smell our mate. You smell like chocolate and cinnamon to me,” Codex said. “You smell like the ocean and cantaloupe to me.” Satu stated. “You smell like a flower field filled with Lilacs and tulips to me,” Zane said. “And to me you smell like fresh baked bread and coffee,” Landon said sheepishly. “I didn’t know I could smell like so many different scents.” I said as I looked at them all. “So why do I feel the same way with Drac that I feel with all of you?”

I frowned, and so I did, concentrated, and then identified the smell of my mates. Biel smelled like mint, Drago smelled like lemon, Aris smelled like cinnamon, and Connor smelled like pine. They were my favorite smells, and that I perceived it from them, from their characteristic scent, did not surprise me. After that, I identified Rose's rose scent and the high priest's wax scent. The other smells were harder to sense, but I was able to identify six more men. They were all eating outside the house, so I followed the scent, and when I walked out the door, they all saw me.