I Smell Like Beef Novels & Stories

Leaving the barbecue restaurant, Brian took me to the sweet soup restaurant. When he stopped at a red light, he leaned over and kissed my hair lightly, and then frowned. “Your body is full of barbecue smell.” “But there are people who still like to smell it. You think you still smell mint, don't you? Your body now stinks of grilled pork, grilled beef, and grilled fish.” I enjoyed saying a long sentence, and not giving in to him. “We'll have to take a bath again, I should have asked you to eat boiled meat.”

Gigi Pov I struggled strongly so the person behind me and was covering my mouth would let me go but he is very strong. I feel familiar with his scent but I can't figure out when did I smell this kind of scent. The scent is strong but it doesn't hurt my nose. It's like a strong scent of agarwood. I know the scent of agarwood because my dad bought perfume with agarwood flavor. But the agarwood I smelled was the pure type of agarwood, meaning it didn't mix up with any chemical substance.

Marko agrees and offers his beer to his friend, whose gaze lifts to me. His brown eyes look me up and down as if examining a tasty piece of meat before a floral scent wafts over to me. His pheromones seem to have a floral scent, but mixed with his current body odour, he smells foul enough to cause the meat in my stomach to threaten to surface. "You an omega? You smell so fucking sweet." Even the first question out of his mouth is disgusting. “Aren't you going to introduce me, Marky?”

’ 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.

I heard some noise, probably she was getting changed or something. I didn’t get in anymore as I reek of beef steak. She was a bit sensitive these days and I don’t want it to trigger her health. “Coming!” I smiled and went back to the kitchen. I took a seat as I heard the door open. “It already smells delicious!” she exclaimed.

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.

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.”