The Scent That Made Him Mine Novels & Stories

Oh, he is gonna feel the pain. Touch what is mine, and mine alone. He deserves death, but I’ll settle with breaking his arms, tearing them from his shoulders. He won’t be able to touch anyone, let alone feed himself ever again. The sudden urge to sprint towards him overwhelms me, but the intoxicating aroma floating in the air stopped me. Lifting my nose to the ceiling I inhale deeply. “MINE” I utter, turning in the direction of the scent. Letting my nose leading the way. Turning down a hallway, it's frangrance stronger with each step. When i felt like i was drowning in its heavenly ambience I stopped in front of a closed door.

“This is the first time anyone said my scent invited them. Attraction through scent has special meaning.” I searched his eyes, not sure if I wanted to know where he was going. His lips parted like he’d say more, then he swallowed it back. His jaw tightened. He didn’t know the scene replaying in my head. He’d erased Lydia from that memory, but I couldn’t. “Do you like my scent?” he asked softly. I nodded. His nose brushed my neck. He inhaled deep, then murmured, “I love yours. Sweet and citrus, like the freesia my mother planted.” His lips curved. “It’s faint though. If you’re not close, I can’t track you.”

I snap My stomach twisted itself as I stared at him. The longer I looked, the more it felt like I couldn’t breathe, but not in a bad way. His warm chocolate scent was rich and enticing, swirling around me. Somehow, it was dragging me in. Making me think things that I shouldn’t. “I promised you that you could. That’s not going to change.” “When?” I mutter, tearing my eyes from his. I wasn’t used to this feeling. I had been trained to never let something get the better of my senses. But his scent was warm, intoxicating. It was clouding my brain.

The fact that he was asking—for something as small as this—softened something under her ribs. She nodded. He bent his head. His mouth didn’t touch skin. Not quite. His nose skimmed along the line where neck met shoulder, inhaling deeply, pulling her scent into him. Then, very gently, he pressed his lips to that spot. Possessive. Soft. Nothing like the desperate force of the Lunaris shackles or tribunal hands. His scent rolled over her—dark, smoky, threaded with winter spice and the unmistakable *mine* that still made her wolf-bare bones sigh even when she hated needing it.

“Make us yours. Devour us.” “Your scent…” he whispered, dragging out the words as he withdrew his hand from my core only to rub his rigid cock between my ass cheeks, making me shudder and vibrate all over. “It’s addictive. Wild. Mine alone.”

He wrapped his arms around me and looked at me with a look that made me almost regret asking that question because we might possibly not make it out of the room now. “Yes, was. Once we mated, our scents merged, and citrus honeysuckle is my new favorite smell. It shows everyone who we belong to.” I was an idiot. I thought I was imagining it. I did not know that about the scents. I blushed, but he just chuckled and kissed my head.

My heart began to beat faster as I stole a glance at him before turning my face back. And then, I felt it. I not just saw it, but felt it. His scent. It was close now, a subtle, captivating thing that made my senses sing. It was a soft, rosy scent, like a rose just beginning to unfurl its petals at dawn, dewy and fresh and full of promise. At that moment, I was convinced he had been created with that scent woven into his very being because he just took his bath not long, and I wasn't sure if he had used any ointment or cologne on his skin.

We dance to song after song, and then after a while, he pulls me in even closer, making that fire spread even more as he whispers, “Come with me…” I giggle, feeling a little on the tipsy side and then frown as I take a deep breath, and I'm hit in full by his scent for the first time. It is Sage, Ocean and Forest with a hidden scent of Pineapple. I giggle again as I am given another drink. I think fuck it; I haven’t had fun like this for years, and if he can have fun well, then so can I. I step back just a fraction and look up at him and nod, agreeing to join him.

Just as I was getting ready to make a run for it, the clock struck midnight and the loud sound of the bell echoed in every corner of the room. But that wasn’t the only thing that made me stop. It was something else. Something more powerful. He smelled like cedarwoods, cypress, and nutmeg. So warm and cozy, I am easily intoxicated by him. Suddenly, my body is overpowered by the urge to find him, but it doesn’t take much effort because when I turned to my side, he was right there. And all my hopes and dreams of finding a mate that would love me for me was burned into flames the second I realized whose scent it was I was enthralled by.

He sank to his knees, uncaring of the filth that started to seep into the tweed trousers of his suit when the beautiful scent of raspberry and white musk with an underlying base note of roses all wrapped around the most delicate scent of Omega stole all the strength from his legs. The scent of Omega. MY OMEGA, his brain was screaming at him, the two words pushing every other thought from his mind. MY OMEGA the scent said, the words crashing from his brain to his heart to his stomach to his soul and back to his brain. MY OMEGA, lying in an unmoving heap on the ground of a filthy back alley in the centre. "Ash!" he shouted, unable to keep the panic from his tone as he launched himself forward.