The Scent That Made Him Mine Novels & Stories

But, how could she argue with the owner of the car? In the next minute, her door was opened and a domineering body drew close at her leaving just an inch as a space gap. The scent he used immediately wafted to her nose and she suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over her body. It’s been a while, but his scent was still driving her crazy. Who could have forgotten his scent? That morning when she woke up from his extreme torture, her body smelled just like him. His scent served as an indication that they became one that night.

“You know what they say about matching scents, about getting the smell of someone in your nose so deeply that they're in your mind forever? I used to think that was just stupid teenage song lyrics." He leaned, dangerous and dominating toward me. "But it's not stupid, Elena. It's your scent. I can't resist it. It's been in my nose and in my mind since we were kids. I just wasn’t sure. Your scent could be elusive in the crowd. And then you sat behind me." He shook his head roughly, as if trying to dislodge the smell. "Are you serious?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" he practically snarled at me.

Squeezing her eyes shut when she tried to focus on one scent her senses got overwhelmed by one scent in particular. The scent of fresh roses mashed with a strong addictive scent of tobacco dipped in honey. A gust of breath left her lungs. . . She had never smelled a tobacco dipped in honey yet that was the only way she could describe the scent. The scent was so strong that it almost made her eyes roll back in her head. Suddenly an unfamiliar sinister voice echoed in her mind startling her. "MINE TO HOLD~" "MINE TO HURT~" "MINE TO CLAIM~" "MATE~"

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to decipher the enigma that lay beneath his charismatic exterior. A soft breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it a faint scent of summer flowers. It mingled with his intoxicating cologne, creating a symphony of fragrances that whispered promises of passion and adventure. I inhaled deeply, trying to imprint every nuance of his scent in my memory.

she whimpered, unable to even form proper words anymore. "Look at me." he said with a low growl. She put her hands on his shoulders, and then slowly moved back to meet his eyes. Her face was red, sweaty. Her lips red from biting down to suppress her voice. She looked like a seductress in that moment. "There is no way in hell I am letting anyone else sense your scent, baby." he arched his neck to bring his lips closer to hers and kiss softly, "you are mine only." His fingers were once again on her while pushing her panties aside. His thumb rubbed over her again. The sensitive skin of her pussy burning up immediately even more as suddenly the scent of a perfume like lily filled the air.

When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?" ... Staring at the bold sign outside Moonstone Pack's banquet hall, my wolf Lucy releases a long, relieved exhale.

“Third command, take my scent.” He pressed his body to mine, and dragged his jaw along my shoulder, marking me. His scent spread over me, on my clothes, my skin, and in my nose. It was pine trees, power, and man. I turned my face away, refusing to breathe him in. He grabbed my chin and forced my head back. "Take it," he commanded. My body went slack, I had no choice so I breathed in. His scent rushed into my lungs, sinking into my blood. "Good," he whispered, his mouth near my ear. "Now, don't speak until I say so."

I do not think you are my lifemate; I know. I pulled away from him, and your eyes narrowed. I felt extremely conflicted. Was he making all of this up? "As you know?" — I asked. "Good, start with the scent. You feel the smell of your companion when you are near him. it is the most incredible thing you've ever smelled in your life." He tilted forward, breathing deeply. "I smelled you when I got on that plane, and I knew you were mine." Was that true? — I asked full of skepticism. — Why did I smell good?"

I took another step back, almost stumbling over my stilettos "You can't b-be here" He scoffed "This isn't private property El, that means I can be here" He stepped closer, his long legs eating up the space between us. He was close enough for me to get a whiff of his scent, it was still the same, Musk and spice. I felt my stomach tighten, my panties becoming damp. Fuck! How can he turn me on with just his scent? I saw his eyes trail over my face, stopping on my lips before dipping down to my cleveage.

He whispered more to himself than me, but I heard him and looked up at him sharply through my blindfold, “You know that too?” “Your scent,” He sniffed the air like a drug addict would sniff opium, and he seemed to be addicted to the scent before continuing, “Your scent is driving me mad. What’s your name?” My back had touched the cold walls, and he’d already got nearer, so as the coldness of the wall hit me, the warmth in his body saved it, and I felt I was drowning in cloud 9. He tilted my chin, “You’re the first woman to smell so addictive. Whore, What is your name?” He questioned again but my body suddenly felt awake as his hand touched me. It was as if I had been asleep all these while.