Scenting Omegaverse Novels & Stories

It was otherwise a boring event if not for the opening show that would start in just a few minutes. He hadn’t seen Saint all morning and yesterday because of how busy he had been. Yves couldn’t wait to see the omega. He ignored the curious glances thrown his way. Well, normally Yves couldn’t be bothered with an event as small as this. So the reporters assembled to cover the event were curious. He glanced around the room, scanning for any threat. Footsteps hurried toward him. “Yves.” Valentino pulled him aside by grabbing his elbow. The bristling alpha inside him quieted as soon as he got a whiff of roses emanating from Valentino. Their mother had normalized it for Saint as he’s the only fami

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 mixed scents of her sweat, pussy, and ass fill my nostrils and lungs like a drug. “I need to taste you,” I groan. This is so wrong. This is no ordinary omega I'm sniffing. She is an outsider. My sworn enemy. Still, I find myself powerless to resist her. Never before have I smelled such strong omega heat. "Yes," the omega sighs wetly as his mouth changes cock again. “Do it, Kane. Eat me. Eat my pussy and my ass. ”

Rage and disgust were painted on the young face she used. "Y-you are...?" Omnibus tried to open his mouth. He, too, was also dumbfounded. But his heart was pure. He didn't even have any thoughts of disgust toward me as he already knew that I was an Omega of this pack. But a feeling of homecoming and satiable attraction lingered in his presence. It filled my nostrils and made a heavenly scent that never smelled before. It was sweet and harmoniously hazy. It was a touch of vanilla and lavender. I couldn't help but close my eyes as I inhaled a lungful of his addictive scent. It was too empowering that I had forgotten what kind of situation I was in.

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

Chapter: 72 ****** The room was saturated with pheromones, not just peaceful ones but those that carried a threat to anyone who inhaled them. The message in those pheromones was clear: "Approach our Mate and face death." However, the Omegas standing at the door were unaware of this. Upon pushing the door open, they hurried inside, only to be immediately driven back by the overwhelming scent of the pheromones, which filled the room like an overused spray. The door closed behind them as they hastily retreated, breathing heavily with their backs against the door.

"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.

Leah asked. Damon hugged her tighter. He was pleased and thought that maybe Leah wanted comfort from a friend. He sniffed her hair, and when he smelled how pleasant her scent was, he was going to be crazy! This is why Damon wanted her. He didn't know why Leah had a scent like this. At first, he thinks that maybe she is his mate, but it is wrong when Damon discovers that Amoux is mated to Leah. He didn't experience this kind of smell whenever he was with Anaya. The lovely smell always made him think about their future. He knew that this was what happened to his father, too.

He stood and offered Jasmine his hand as Mathin did the same for Andrea. They toured the market. At Mathin’s insistence, Andrea bought several beautiful books. Each was covered with sturdy leather and bound with brass. One was a cookbook. “The Haunt version of Betty Crocker,” Jasmine assured her as she handed it to her. “Just don’t try the recipe for pickled beetle eggs.” She smiled wickedly. “Too spicy.” She selected several bottles of essential oil and fragrance from the perfumer, and Mathin pointed out which spices they came from as he purchased supplies. She chose her own herbs and seasonings from the colorful display of glass jars available in one of the numerous outdoor booths.

Inid couldn't sleep, she was also worried about her cousin Emilia who hadn't fully grown up yet, especially since Emily was an Omega who hadn't learned enough self-defense skills. Inid walked over and reached out to Caesar, "Cousin." Caesar abruptly stopped, he leaned slightly, capturing from the air a familiar scent that made him uncontrollably tremble. A faint, Omega pheromone scent, like the first blooming jasmine in the early morning, white buds hung with trembling dew, cold and fragile, the scent so pure that it seemed blasphemous to even have impure thoughts. Caesar's heart stopped, and his breath momentarily disappeared, the familiar scent made him suspect he was still in a nightmare