Scent Glands Omegaverse Novels & Stories

Gavin was quick to open it this time. There stood a female omega, looking relatively older than him, dressed in a tunic in the usual fashion of Tundra. She has a scarf on her head that indicates that she is a servant. Gavin could not smell her scent though, instead, she smells like spicy herbs and a mix of something like damp soil, a scent that he was quite sure he had already smelled before. He was confused for a second until he saw the part of her neck where her scent gland is supposed to be, covered in a familiar oil. Right. Patchouli. Her scent gland is covered in the oil, masking it. He had seen hunters from his old pack use it before when they go out to hunt. Why does she use it though

The scent gland on the left side of my neck throbbed with a faint, tight heat beneath the collar of my track jacket, pumping a thick, heavy wave of raw honey and dark vanilla into the hallway. It was loud. It was undeniable. It was the absolute baseline profile of an Omega in full bloom, mixed with the sharp, bitter pine of Sebastian’s permanent mark. I did not hide it. I did not pull my zipper up to my chin. I rounded the corner into the main locker room.

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

she continues her voice dropping to a hiss. “There's something sweet under it too,” she brings out a scanner from her back, walking around trying to get a scent profile with it, so as to find the Omega, but Ronan is not even registered as an Omega. I grabbed her by her wrist, catching her.“ This is my private sanctuary,” I said, leaning into her until my eyes were all she could see. The smell of something I couldn’t place my fingers on, maybe it was the drugs, it was so chemical and artificial that it made Fenrir snarl with disgust.

The wolf retorted. Without further delay I pushed myself onto her, latching onto her like dear life and soon I was scenting the omega closely my nose stuck to her scent gland near her neck. I was wearing scent blockers so the omega wouldn’t be able to smell me but because I just got out of a rut; my pheromones were all over the place so I couldn’t expect much from the scent blockers. The omega smelled just as sweet and floral like she always did and I bathed in the presence that was Xenia.

"What is it? You don't look well at all." He tried to push himself up, to command his legs to move, but they were useless, boneless. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on his forehead and upper lip. And then he smelled it—the final, terrifying betrayal. Cutting through the smoke and the perfume, a scent blossomed from his own skin: sweet, floral, and unmistakably vulnerable. The scent of an Omega's distress, thick and cloying, broadcasting his terror to the entire room.

"You don't have to come with us anymore, boss. We can take care of him!" "You're really are all as crazy as I am. I'll drive you to the hospital." * * * * * * * * * * Cross once asked how an Omega would smell like if he's in Heat. It was during his private lessons with his tutor. He read a book that stated that an Omega in Heat can produce a good scent because it is their actual pheromones for the Alphas. He was curious how that "good scent" really smelled like. For an Alpha like him who has never interacted with any Omega in his entire life—he really wanted to know.

He let go of my lips and buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent as his hand was violently working on my cock. “Rowan, stop,” I forced out but it came out weak and not convincing. Nothing like the Alpha I was trained to be. But I knew how bad I didn't want him to stip “Fuck, you smell heavenly,” he whispered against my skin, causing goosebumps to appear on my body. That was when I smelt it. My Omega scent, it was leaking. But with Rowan’s hand on my cock and his lips peppering kisses on my neck to my collar bone, I couldn't care less about anything that was happening. I just wanted to find my release. I would worry about the consequences later.

Drake, Caden, and Zoren were immediately at my side, their hands on my shoulders. “Lucen, calm down, man,” Caden urged, his voice tight. “What the hell was that?” I took a deep breath, wrestling Vulk back into his cage, the effort leaving me trembling. I nodded, letting them think it was over. As if on cue, the velvet curtain at the entrance of our booth was pulled aside. Eight omegas glided in, a perfect, beautiful assortment. They released a wave of combined pheromones... floral and sweet, designed to entice and disarm.

He glared at me and suddenly a strange aroma filled the air, the same scent that engulfed the science had filled the entire hallway but there was something different about it, in the lab the scent had been soft and lust-filled but now it was strong and almost menacing, it scared me. I was sweating and breathing heavily, I could no longer keep myself standing and fell to my knees. "What is that sweet smell?" one of the guys he was with asked then I was pulled up and pressed against his body, he dropped his face into my neck, "are you an... omega?"