Novel & Cerita The Scent That Made Him Mine

I imagine he’s the only thing that makes me happy in my life currently and still I can’t have him. His well constructed body. His dark hollow eyes. His soft hair that always falls down his face. His scent. My nose twitches. Yes! His scent. He smells like peaches. Strange because I can smell that now. “Hey, beautiful. You’ve been ignoring my calls again.” The hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. My legs twist. I’m so fucking horny.

My hands found his face, cupping his strong jaw, swiping the dampness from his cheeks. “Tris...” He cut me off, locking me in a bone-crushing embrace that swallowed me whole. He inhaled deeply, dragging his nose through my hair, across my temple, right down to my pulse point. That’s when the scent hit me. It wasn’t his designer cologne; it was something wilder. Earthy. It clung to my skin, seeping into my pores, and reality hit me like a freight train. He was scent-marking me. Claiming his territory. Scrubbing away every last molecule of Ethan.

he mutters and carries me with his hands. The familiar sparks tingle on my skin and I sniff his comforting scent . His scent is so heavenly and sweet. He smells like chocolate and pine wood. How can someone smell this good ?

The scent of my own arousal bloomed between us, thick and sweet and shameless. His eyes darkened to pure gold. He scented me. And the pup answered, wild, electric, surging inside me like it recognized its father. “Come closer…” My voice cracked. “You… you smell so good… I… I want...” I didn’t finish. I didn’t have to. Dax’s hand shot out fast, but careful cupping the back of my neck. He was not rough, well, not yet but his hold was possessive, thumb pressing against my racing pulse.

he said. "Yes you are." I leaned over his neck and sniffed him. "Now I can smell it on you, that amber musky scent or something." I sniffed again. "With sweet notes of caramel. His scent was intoxicating and brought back the memory of his touch that made my skin tingle and deep in my heart. I froze in that leaning position, unable to separate myself from him and his delicious smell. His nostrils widened as if sniffing my scent as well. Liquid heat gathered between my thighs and I felt my panties get wet.

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

His scent marked the right qualities about him. He was an alpha male. Not much older than me. Single- still. He was unmated. He was open for mating and he was attractive to me. His scent consumed me and made my knees weak from breathing it in. I had to go to him. I had to hunt him down, now. I wanted to let the whole world know I had found this. I wanted to claim my mark. I wanted to own it. I wanted my scent bound with his. Something scared me about his scent. I knew if I ran... I will never know what drew me in like this. Why was it that I had two?

it's imprinted in my brain. It is embarrassing, but I can admit that I look for that scent in every man I have gone out with since, but to no success. It belonged to Linc Tanner alone. Just like my stupid, stupid heart. Mint, dark coffee, something dark and mysterious thrown in the mix and a whiff of something floral and yet overwhelmingly masculine. I used to smell him in the house before he even got to the room I was in, with my mom on his arm, dark onyx eyes seeking mine like a storm.

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?” My body pressed into his from behind, my cock getting hard by every second and dragging slowly against the crack of his ass. I dropped my nose to his neck and inhaled deeply. His scent wafted my nostrils and my body hummed. His body jerked against mine slightly, the sensation moving through me faster than I could account for. “Your scent,” I rasped. “Simply addictive. And different.” “Ah,” he moaned. “Rhydian—”

He frowned, his grip moving to my upper arm to keep me from falling. And then it happened. Sparks. The moment his skin touched mine, a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body. It was like a dam had broken because his scent flared up, and a wave of pure, overwhelming dominance washed over me, making my knees go weak. He smelled incredible. It was the scent of old paper and wet sand, the exact smell of the air right before a heavy rain. It was heavenly. It was intoxicating. Why? I screamed internally. This shouldn't be happening! I already have a mate!