The Scent That Made Him Mine Mga Nobela at Kwento

He releases my hand and places his fingers around my waist, lifting me upward so I slide effortlessly into the seat. Adding to the awkwardness of my uncensored eye fuck, his unique smell permeates inside the cab of his truck. I refuse to call it a scent. To my thinking, a scent is perfume-y. This is something way more. It’s like he’s out in the woods trying to attract a female to the strongest mate. I can’t even describe it other than to say that it works. God, does it work. A minute later, he’s in his seat and looking at me. “A fan moment, huh?”

As I finally come down and he slows his fingers, I look down at him and see his chocolate brown returning my gaze, eyes twinkling with self-satisfaction. He keeps me locked in his vision as he moves slowly up my body, kissing, licking and sucking my skin as he goes. When he gets to my face, he kisses me. I can smell and taste myself on his face and I love that he smells like me. My smell will linger on him for a few hours after this, even after he showers. Infinity preens in glee with the thought that we’ve marked him with our scent, even if it is temporary. “Are you ready for me to make you mine, Maddie?” He asks in a husky, breathy voice. My heart lurches in my chest with the deeper meanin

The scent of him—expensive scotch, cedarwood, and the faint, ozone-sharp smell of the gym—swirled around me, dizzying and thick. "The catch," he murmured, leaning in until his face was level with mine, his silver eyes searching my own for a weakness he could exploit, "is that you are now mine to command. In public, in private, until the twelve-month clock runs out. Do you find that a difficult pill to swallow, Elena? Or is it just the price of a legacy?"

* *Yes, I found our mate, and … she’s absolutely perfect, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and her scent is the most fucking intoxicating thing imaginable. My legs moved on their own, not staying a second longer at my post. I quickly linked the other guard on duty and told him I had to check out, something personal came up. I ran with all I had and made it back to the packhouse in minutes. The scent hit me as soon as I passed through the door, lilacs. MINE! My wolf howled in my mind, demanding I find her now, mark her, now! Holy shit … there has never been, nor could there ever be something so erotic.

I stop dead in my tracks and lock eyes with the most beautiful amethyst gems. He's part witch. His witch gene is stronger. He's eyes give it away. The ocean scent has become mixed with peppermint as I get closer. The scent is the strongest as i stand directly in front of everyone within the room. I am stuck in a daze when I barely hear someone say.... "Mate."

It's not possible. His scent wrapped around me as if he were telling me that it was possible. He smelled like burning wood and coffee; it made my legs feel weak. I felt a mixture of fear and happiness—happy because I found my mate but scared because my mate was the domineering man in front of me.

My world shrunk down to just him. My legs went numb, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. His scent was overwhelming, invading every part of me. I hated that he smelled good. It took everything in me to hold back my whimpers. "That means I have you. You're mine, and I'm keeping you." His voice was a low growl, his breath fanning my face.

This scent is for lovers to have the best experience of their love life. '' You see my love, you should have drunk something before you smell these roses and this Aphrodite scent in the room,'' I said walking towards her, playing a very evil grin on his handsome face. I know now she will not be able to resist me. She is just puzzled. How come she doesn't love me? She was about to trip back on her feet when I grabbed her waist, saving her. Is she that scared that she is starting to lose her balance? Does she not love me? No. it's not possible. SHE’S MINE.

This masculine scent of his has placed me in a few troubles earlier in the garden and now here. When we were still on the road, I was busy taking in the scent, and for a moment, I thought he caught me, but luckily, he didn't. If he found out how I'm beginning to crave his scent, how messed up will it get? And it's even getting out of hand. "Damn..." Now I'm aroused and starting to get wet, luckily he let go on time; otherwise, I might lose it entirely, like in the garden. I breathed in and found that I still looked like I did when I stepped out of our mansion; I smiled and headed towards the general school building with graceful steps.

Mine, he thought, his heart hammering with anticipation. Just then, the scent hit him—a sweet, unmistakable aroma of freshly baked pie mingled with the faintest hint of something that quickened his pulse. He shot to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he caught a whiff of his mate’s scent. It was faint, mixed with something else, but unmistakable.