The Scent That Made Him Mine Novels & Stories

Instinctively I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me before she could hit the floor. My grip tightened automatically. For a second, everything else faded. Her scent slammed into me like a full moon tide, wild and intoxicating enough to knock the air out of my lungs. She smelled strongly of sweetness like a mixture of Vanilla and cinnamon. I inhaled sharply, the addictive scent sinking into my veins like a drug. My wolf stirred violently as if desperate to claim her. Mine. The word echoed in my head once. Then again. Mine. Mine. Mine. My fingers dug slightly into her waist as her scent wrapped around me completely.

I interject tightly before he can finish his words. “Your gender is the least of my concerns, Lucien.” He answers, then walks toward me. “You are the one who needs a rut partner. I am making this easy for you by being accommodating.” I stress. “Easy?” He repeats, stopping a few inches from me, yet so close that a headiness takes over at the soft scent now growing overwhelmingly tender. I never thought ‘safe’ and ‘loved’ could be encompassed in a scent, but those are the feelings his new scent evokes in me. Those, and the most dangerous one that cannot be uttered, ‘mine’.

It was in his arms that I felt truly seen and accepted, with all my flaws and imperfections. His natural scent, a unique blend of soap and nature, his own essence, enveloped me, triggering a rush of memories and emotions. It was a scent that had become intertwined with my own experiences, reminding me of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and stolen kisses. In that moment, I realized how much I had missed the way he smelled, how it acted as a comforting balm to my weary soul.

And the scent… The scent that keeps teasing my nostrils every freaking time that he moves is driving me insane. The sweet smell of apple floods my system everytime a chuckle rumbles up his extremely muscular chest and the undercurrents of citrus and pine is driving something primal inside of me wild. The sudden thought to jump on top of him and make him mine suddenly pops into my head from who knows where, but thankfully I have enough self control to stomp those thoughts down as I try to concentrate on the question that Derrick asked me. Thinking back through my thoughts, I finally find his question and what it was about.

I would find a way to make you mine. ------- As we sat in the car, I felt good, the kind of good that made me want to close my eyes and just breathe in his presence. I could smell Aiden's cologne—its scent sweet and distinctively masculine, wrapping around me. It was one of the many things I loved about him. His manly scent always drew me closer, and I couldn't resist being lost in it.

The thing that had become irrelevant at week eight when his neurological patterns established independently. It had left a signature. Not the compound itself. Just the signature. The olfactory association encoded so deeply in his pre-trauma neurology that his post-trauma brain was treating it as a foreign body. His body was rejecting her. Not her. The scent. But the scent was her. Had always been her. The lavender and strawberry she'd been wearing since she was nineteen, the thing that had started all of this with a blanket left in a car, was now the thing that gave him a headache that built behind his eyes and made his chest tight and got worse every day she came.

No one would interrupt his soul flaying. All he remembered was her scent, her taste. Had she said no? Had he given her the chance? She never would have had a prayer of stopping him, not with the adrenaline of victory pounding in his veins and charmer scent in his nose. She’d desired him at first, he remembered that, but he’d ruined it for her. He’d brutally taken a gift he could never give back.

He let me go, and I struggled to balance myself on the ground for a few seconds, I struggled to get my balance, but instantly, I froze when the scent hit me. It was the scent of a mix of vanilla with a pint of spice. It was so alluring and nothing like I have ever smelled in my life. Something out of my reach and forbidden but I wanted it. “Mate!” I mutter, confused. He stops torturing the pack's Beta; his head snaps towards me slowly, causing my heartbeat to pound erratically against my chest as if it were a ticking time bomb about to explode.

He was so handsome and my heart skipped a beat when he looked up at me. “I can’t believe that you are finally mine,” he said. “I dreamt of this day for months. I can’t believe it finally happened.” “I was always yours,” I said, making him smile widely. I smiled back and leaned in to kiss him. He groaned quietly and pulled me closer to him. I took a deep breath, letting his scent fill my lungs. He smelt a little bit different now. Our scents were now mixed together and he smelt even better than before. It was because he was now completely mine.

Dark shadows mixed with fire blaze were hazily exuding and scrawling over his facial features. I was reluctant, but then…I don’t know why and how, but she persuaded me. I slowly lowered myself down and lay down next to him. With newly discovered bravery, I placed my hand on one of his scorching hot cheeks. His powerful, masculine scent, a divine mixture of refreshing mint tinged with sandalwood, cedar and musk, overtook me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The involuntary moan escaped my lips, and my hands were around his chest before I managed even to understand what am I doing. It just happened so naturally.