Sweet Scent Novels & Stories

She did stay with me until morning. I stirred for a couple of times but drifted back to sleep when I felt her next to me. I was liking her smell, I never liked vanilla before, but when I smell it on the crook of her neck, I was drifting off to the best sleep I've had in years. "Wake up Gary, we need to get to the clinic." She kissed me making me groaned, as she had also woken up the other part of me. I started stroking my dick, trying to calm myself down.

I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.

It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. I'd been walking through the pack grounds when I heard the engines. Three black SUVs rolling up the main road. Everyone stopped to watch. Royalty doesn't visit small packs like ours often. The door of the middle SUV opened. He stepped out. And I smelled him. Pine. Rain. Earth after a storm. The scent hit me so hard I actually stumbled. Sable went completely still. Not scared. Just... certain. Mate, she whispered. I stood there frozen while he scanned the crowd. His eyes passed right over me. No recognition. No pause. Nothing.

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

It nearly caused me to lose all control over my wolf since it made him tense. She smelled like some kind of spice, vanilla, and warm apples, whomever she was. The scent was similar to that of apple pie combined with the fresh air before a thunderstorm. Her aroma carried just the faintest hint of ozone and rain. Her scent was enticing, warm, and sweet. I needed to locate her.

The taste of it in the air is intoxicating. The second scent isn't as masculine and I completely understand why alphas go insane with this. It is similar to the other one. The sweet scent of vanilla, the bitter scent of almonds, and sandalwood. Holy shit my mouth is watering. I'm fighting everything in my body not to go after them. My instincts are screaming hunt.

The scent of roses filled the air, their sweet fragrance captivating her senses. The atmosphere in Sean's penthouse suite was charged with anticipation as Katie stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the breathtaking scene before her. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an ethereal ambiance. She took in the delicate arrangement of roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It was a tableau of romance, a space where time seemed to stand still.

He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breasts . Author's note To be continued ............

The scent lingered, refusing to dissipate. It clung to him, coating his skin, saturating his clothes, permeating the very air of the war room. Smoke and rain mingled with the strange, sharp sweetness of wolfsbane and the delicate whisper of silk – a haunting reminder of her presence. It was faint, elusive, almost taunting in its persistence.

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an ac