Scents Of Season の小説・ストーリー

Goddess knows he is the one adding to my stress levels among the others. Still, I can't deny that I was completely taken aback looking at my luna from this close a distance. And when she licked those lips as I was at the door, goddess damn it how she got me hard down there. My heart thumped and thumped repeatedly in an accelerating speed when I forced myself to move in on her and touch her blabbering mouth. All of a sudden, I felt my mouth water as I breathed in the most wonderful scent I had ever sensed in my entire twenty seven years of life. Her scent smelled like vanilla, lavender, and bergamot all in one puff. It was like I was deep in the place called heaven. My nose didn't itch from t

That alone would warrant severe punishment. She did her best to sit as far away from me as possible, shifting slightly in her chair, her shoulders tense and stiff. Yet, that did nothing to mask or hide her scent! My nostrils flared as her aroma hit me—an intoxicating blend of freshly cut cedar wood and bright mandarins. Her fragrance was exotic; each scent shone distinctly on its own but blended seamlessly, creating a complex mosaic of aromas that teased my senses. Glancing at her from the corner of my eye, I couldn't understand why this girl was beginning to intrigue me so intensely. Her scent was undeniably exotic, yet I could swear I had encountered it before, somewhere buried deep within

A chill runs down my spine, my fingers twitching slightly at my side. Omega scent? That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t give off scent. I turn back to him, frowning. “The hell are you talking about?” Treyvon looks serious now, his brows pulled together as he steps closer. “You know as a dominant Alpha, I can pick up even the faintest Omega scent,” he says, shrugging as he takes another step towards me. “And right now…you smell like warm honey melting over ripe peach.” My heart thuds loudly in my rib cage.

My breath hitched, my entire body tensing not with pain, but with a sudden, overwhelming awareness. Her scent filled my senses. It wasn't the heavy perfume of an Olympian lady, but something wilder, more natural. It was the sweet, earthy smell of the forest after a rain, mixed with the faint, lingering aroma of ale and woodsmoke from the tavern. It was an intoxicating combination, a scent that was uniquely hers, and it was doing things to me I hadn't felt in decades.

Susanne rose from her seat and rushed over, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace within the blink of an eye. "It's really you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me…" Her voice rang out, though I found myself momentarily lost in the familiar, comforting sensations—the warmth of her embrace, and the rich, inviting scent of gardenia and vanilla orchid that seemed to emanate from her. This scent was no stranger to me, as it was the very fragrance I had created and gifted to her on her birthday, back when I still owned my mother's company. The fragrance had been carefully tailored to capture the essence of Susanne's personality—a sophisticated and luxurious woman, yet with an underlying sense of com

A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound. At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always loved that scent, the way it signals change, the beginning or end of something. It’s funny how it aligns with him, as if his presence heralds something new in my life. I find myself considering never washing these sheets again, just to cling to that scent a little longer.

It was faint, but I caught a whiff of the same scent from Chris as we entered. The air was thick with anticipation as the door to the private booth slid open, revealing a dimly lit space that hummed with unspoken tension. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of warmth enveloped me, not from the temperature of the room, but from the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air like a promise. It was him, Alpha Raymond Fireheart. His scent, a heady mix of musk, pine, and something uniquely primal that always left me breathless. My heart quickened, struggling to steady my racing thoughts as I felt his presence waft over me like an invisible force.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.

Her call was soon answered by others—howls echoing through the forest as her pack, the Golden Heart, celebrated her transformation and officially welcomed her into their fold. “HOWWWWWLLLLLLLL!” --- (Keir Allen Walker’s POV) That scent. I froze mid-step during my evening run, my senses suddenly overwhelmed. My breath hitched as my lycan growled low and impatient, straining against my control. The air carried an intoxicating aroma, so alluring and unfamiliar it made my pulse quicken. Vanilla and lavender. The tantalizing combination wrapped itself around me, sparking an ache in my chest and an inexplicable urgency within my beast. My lycan surged forward, compelled by the scent, leaving me st