The Scent That Made Him Mine Novels & Stories

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.

my amour of consolation spurn forth. He shut the laptop, his gaze now mixed with anger and pent up frustration as he cast me a mischievous glance and huddled out of bed and with one long strand he covered where I stood his huge frame towering over me. “I don’t want to share you with anyone. You are Mine!” his breath fanned my face as my nostril took on his masculine scent, woody and smelled like everything a strawberry dipped in dark forest honey would. A rush ran down my lower body pooling in the targeted region of my womanly folds.

"You smell like a life that isn't mine." "Then fix it," I challenge him. "Make me smell like you." The invitation breaks the dam. He slams his hands against the wall on either side of my head and buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply, frantically, scrubbing his nose against my skin as if trying to erase the scent of the jazz club. "You are mine," he groans, the vibration traveling through my chest. "You don't go anywhere without me. You don't leave me in the dark."

Instead, I ended up throwing myself at him like a bitch in heat. His milk chocolate scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger everyday. It was intoxicating and sweet and it drove me insane! Even Scar was having a hard time resisting. I already knew she couldn’t fucking stand Mason, let alone his musty lavender scent that almost makes me gag all the time. Chamomile and lavender might be the most disgusting scents in the entire world and Mason emitted one of them.

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past her, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Moni didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungsful of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

The weight of him was exhilarating, crushing the air from my lungs in the best way. “You want me to make you feel like mine?” he growled, his lips hovering inches from mine. His scent—pine and dark earth and pure, untamed male—invaded my senses, making my head spin. “Yes, Alpha,” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Then you’ll get exactly what you asked for.”

He tucked one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me effortlessly into his massive arms. He turned on his heel and began marching back toward the mansion with long, angry strides. My head fell back against his broad, shirtless shoulder, my cheek pressing against his warm, tattooed skin. Fuck. Even in my completely ruined, drunken state, my body instantly reacted to him. He smelled so incredible—like winter air, cedarwood, and fresh mint. It was a scent that was hardwired directly into my soul. No matter how much I hated him, and no matter how hard I tried to run to another man, I still wanted him. I only wanted him.

I could barely hear myself. He covered the distance between us and grabbed my butt in a harsh manner and slammed me to his chest. He smelt of sandalwood. No, not just an expensive perfume. This was different. The scent was strong, penetrating my nerves as my tongue ignited from a strange sensation, followed by the choking that came from inhaling the scent. My lids suddenly went heavy as I couldn't feel my legs on the floor any longer. “Aphrodisiac?” “Don't you like it?”

For a moment , I felt like I was special to someone. My face fits comfortably in the crook of his neck – my lips grazing his tattoo , which makes him hold onto me tighter. I take a deep breath in – my nostrils are filled with the many wonderful scents – him. There was always something about his scent that attracted me – was it the musky manly scent or was it his manliness that complimented it. My senses help me to take in all this information about him – about us. The information is stored in my brain , readily available for me to revisit when this is all over.

His eyes darkened almost immediately at the words, something feral flickering inside them. He shifted closer, finally closing the distance between us and caging me with his body. I turned my face away, trembling, just as I felt the traitorous heat pooling low in my belly. His scent wrapped around me—cinnamon, expensive, and mixed with smoke. It curled deep into me, and no matter how I tried to resist, I couldn't help but inhale it sharply. “Please,” I whispered. “I just want to forget. I beg you in the name of the goddess, don’t remind me…”