A Captive Barber
Rot, sweat and a primal feral musk that was so thick i could almost taste it as it clung to the inside of my mouth in a greasy layer. my eyes started to tear up from the intolerable stink, before they could focus on what was in front of me.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Eleven.
Tame, alan would say, compared to reese’s wild, feral musky scent. he nosed the pillow, breathing it in. letting the smell remind him of the wolf working so hard for them.
A Story of Darkness 7 - The Birth of Hope
The two remained embraced as james shivered from the warmth, smelling the thick feral musk that seethed around oddclaw's body and smouldered across his own clean face.