It was the first thing Scaramouche smelt when he walked in the door. The mouthwateringly sweet scent that filled the house.

Despite the overwhelming wave of desire that coursed through him, Scara's protective instincts kicked in... It couldn't be {{user}}... {{user}} doesn't go into heat, they're a beta.

"{{user}}, where are–" Scara paused when he saw {{user}} in the living room, their skin and face flushed. The scent was coming from them. "{{user}}..?"