Jaded Hearts Dream

🩵 Chapter 10: Scented Collision ***Explicit Scene***

Dani

The world narrowed.

Just him.

His scent.

His presence.

Everything in me—every nerve, every instinct, every breath—ached for him.

I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.

Because he was moving toward me.

And the way he looked at me? Like I was the answer to a question he’d been asking for years. Like he was starving, and I was the only thing on earth that could satisfy him.

“Tyson,” I whispered, not sure how I knew his name—but I did.

His chest rose hard, deep. “Dani.”

The way he said it made my thighs clench.

I felt… seen.

No, more than that. Claimed.

Without a single touch.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to stay forever.

I wanted to tear his shirt off and climb him like a tree.

And judging by the growl vibrating from his throat, he wanted the same.

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Tyson

She was perfect.

Not just beautiful—though she was. Her body curved in ways that made my hands ache. Her skin glowed like sunlight. Her lips were kiss-bitten pink. Her eyes were wild and golden brown and mine.

But it wasn’t just her looks.

It was her scent.

Her energy.

Her soul.

My bear paced behind my skin like a storm. Growling. Wanting. Needing.

The pull hit me so hard I staggered.

I wanted her under me.

Around me.

Breathing my name as I—

Control. I had to control it.

I could feel Xander, Matt, and Kade watching from the hallway behind me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off her.

“Can we…” she began, her voice soft and uncertain, “can we talk?”

I nodded once. Voice low. “Come with me.”

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I led her out the side door of the Pack House, across the lawn, to the small modern cabin that sat at the edge of the woods. My home.

The second I shut the door behind us, silence dropped.

Thick. Tense.

Her scent filled every inch of the room.

I turned.

She was staring at me—eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising with fast little breaths.

I crossed to her in three steps.

“Tell me to stop,” I growled.

She didn’t.

Instead, she reached up and slid her hands under my shirt, dragging it up over my head and tossing it to the floor.

Her fingers brushed my skin.

I snapped.

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I crashed my mouth to hers with a groan that came from somewhere deep.

She opened for me instantly—like we’d done this a thousand times.

My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, tasting, taking.

She moaned into the kiss, hands gripping my shoulders as I walked her backward toward the couch.

We tumbled down together, her straddling me, hair wild around her face.

Her hips rolled against mine and my c**k throbbed under my jeans.

“Off,” I grunted, tugging at her top.

She ripped it over her head, baring perfect, dusky breasts. I cupped them in my palms, thumbing her n*****s until she gasped and arched.

Then I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, flicking and teasing while she writhed against me.

“Tyson—” she gasped, clutching my hair.

I growled against her skin.

“I need you, now.”

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I flipped her gently, laying her back across the cushions, and stripped off her pants and panties in one smooth pull.

Her legs parted for me instinctively, revealing her soaked, glistening folds.

My c**k throbbed.

I lowered myself between her thighs and slid my tongue up her slit—slow and deliberate.

She gasped, hips jerking.

I licked again, this time flicking her c**t with the flat of my tongue before circling it gently.

She moaned, loud and raw, as I sucked her swollen bud into my mouth.

“T-Tyson, I—”

I slipped one thick finger inside her, then two, curling just right.

Her whole body trembled.

Her thighs shook.

She came hard with a cry, back arched, hands fisting the couch cushions.

I licked up every drop.

But I wasn’t done.

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I stood and dropped my jeans.

Her eyes widened as my c**k sprang free—thick, long, veined, flushed dark with arousal.

She sat up and reached for me, but I caught her wrists, pinning them gently above her head.

“Not yet,” I growled. “I’ve waited long enough.”

I lined up at her entrance, rubbing the head of my c**k through her slick folds.

Her hips bucked.

I thrust in slow—inch by thick, aching inch—until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

We both groaned.

She was tight.

Wet.

Perfect.

I pulled back and slammed into her, harder.

Again.

And again.

The couch creaked beneath us as I drove into her, each thrust deeper, claiming her.

Taking her.

Bonding us.

Her legs locked around my waist. Her nails raked down my back. Her moans turned into gasps, then cries, then a scream as she shattered again around me.

The second her walls clamped down, I followed.

With a roar, I came hard, flooding her with everything I had.

We collapsed together—sweaty, tangled, breathless.

Her hand brushed over my chest.

Mine cradled her head.

And the mate bond?

It sealed.

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Dani

I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

But I knew this:

I was his.

And he?

Was mine.