Scent Glands Omegaverse Novels & Stories

That vanilla scent poured from there like an aphrodisiac, fogging up my senses. What the fuck was wrong with me when it came to this Omega? I felt my wolf stirring under the surface. A growl slipped out as my tense hand moved, palming my cockhead that was already slick under my boxers. I wanted her... just for sex. Because I liked the chemical hit of her pheromones, and because it wouldn’t cost me a damn thing to fuck her and breed her. One of the things they destroyed last night was my semen samples from the lab.

Maybe he was fighting the urge to touch himself the same way I was. The thought made my grip tighten. I stroked a little faster, twisting my wrist at the head the way I knew felt best. My free hand slid up my chest, pinching one nipple hard enough to send a sharp spark straight to my cock. That sweet, copper-tinged pheromone scent flashed behind my eyelids again — the one that had hit me when his lip bled. If he really was an Omega, even a hidden one, that scent was dangerous. It made me want to bury my face against his throat, lick the taste from his skin, pin him down, and rut into him until all that stubborn denial shattered.

the High Priestess counters, adding; “And definitely not in an Omega. It is unheard of, in fact it is impossible,.” Fenric growls lowly under his breath at this. “Elders,” she turns now, addressing the semicircle of seated wolves near the front. “Have any of you, in all your centuries of living, heard of an Omega losing their scent?” “No,” says Elder Thorne who is so wrinkled with a silver scarred mark on the left side of his face. “Even newborn Omega pups scent the air way stronger than Alphas.”

Rolling her eyes back, Rose on instinct arced up against Sebestian as he parted her legs further, clenching and unclenching around nothing as she gripped Sebestian' hips so hard it possibly hurt her, trying without thinking to make herself as accessible as possible to Sebestian. Caught off guard, Sebestian moaned and let her teeth scrape against Rose's neck as the Omega turned her head to the side, offering herself up probably unknowingly. Sniffing the air at the sudden new scent, Sebestian entire body felt like it was vibrating, his blood buzzing as the thick warm scent of Omega slick filled his nostrils. Not having expected it as it was rare for Omegas outside of heat to be able to produce

They knew it's going to leave bruises on the omega's skin. Xavier pressed his nose against the omega's scent gland, breathing in the intoxicating scent of cherry blossoms that were now intertwined with coffee and lemon. A result of their mating. "Xavier..." the other cried out, eyes glistening with tears. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. It drove the alpha with a wild madness and his thrusts became harder, relentless and ruthless. A possessive feeling curled in Xavier's chest and he wanted to gather all of his husband's scent into a bottle, keeping it close to his side. He licked at the marked scent gland, groaning at the sweet taste on his tongue. "My beautiful mate. Mine."

Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience. As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

he asked just to clarify. “Y-Yes.” Yves’s voice was shaky. “So I can use my fingers and mouth, but not my cock. Am I right?” he confirmed again. He needed to be sure. The scent blockers concealed the scents from emanating out of their scent glands. It blocked the secretion altogether for a certain time. But certain things were an exclusion. Bodily fluids released by them still held their scent. “Yes…” His voice was barely audible. Now Yves knew why Saint said what he said. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths. His wolf was stark still inside him, still reeling from this information. His omega was going to let him scent intimately.

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berries, then when frightened they give off a faint smell akin to a chemical-like sourness." "Then what smells when Omega lies?" asked Vincent, he seemed to be interested.

Mate. Kael remained perfectly still, But inside his chest, something powerful stirred. Slowly, his head tilted toward the omega standing in the center of the hall. The omega's scent pierced the herbal veil masking it: a delicate bloom of jasmine and warm honey, undercut by the sharp edge of fear-sweat. It invaded his senses, intoxicating, stirring something ancient and ravenous within. Aries snarled, approval vibrating through Kael's veins. Strong scent. Ours. Kael's jaw clenched, skepticism warring with the bond's pull. This slight omega, sent as tribute? Destined to be his fated one? Absurd. Yet undeniable.

The door opened a little, and a thin beam of light came into the room. I held my breath. Theo stopped moving. He was like a statue under my hands. The security guard said, "Wait a minute." He took a breath, and I knew he had smelled Theo's scent. My blood went cold. The guard said, "What's wrong?" The other guard said, "Do you smell vanilla and sweet cream down this hall? Call the team medic, someone might be tracking pheromones." The first guard said, "This is an Omega scent. It smells like someone is going into a distress spike now."