Page 19 of Stalked

The praise sent a thrill through Toby's body, straight to his neglected cock. He moaned around Mason's length, the vibration making Mason's grip in his hair tighten.

"You like that?" Mason asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You like knowing you're doing well?"

Toby couldn't answer, not with his mouth full, but he looked up through his lashes, meeting Mason's glowing eyes. The intensity of Mason's gaze made him dizzy.

The promise in that gaze sent another pulse of desire through Toby. He fell into a rhythm, the initial awkwardness giving way to a fluid motion that had Mason's breathing growing heavier. With each pass of his lips, Toby gained confidence, experimenting with pressure and speed, cataloging which movements drew the strongest reactions from Mason.

A light sweep of his tongue across the sensitive underside of the head made Mason's hips jerk forward. A gentle suction while moving upward drew a deep groan from his chest. A firmer grip with his hand while focusing his mouth on just the tip had Mason's thighs tensing beneath Toby's free hand.

It was intoxicating, having this power. Being able to affect someone as controlled as Mason Blackwood. Toby's own cock throbbed between his legs, neglected but rock hard.

"Look at you," Mason said, voice strained with pleasure. "So natural. Like your mouth was made for my cock."

The crude praise should have embarrassed Toby. Instead, it sent another wave of heat through him. He moaned around Mason's length, the vibration making Mason's grip tighten reflexively—

A twig snapped somewhere to their left, the sound sharp in the quiet forest.

Toby froze, Mason's cock still in his mouth, as reality came crashing back. They weren't alone. They had an audience of werewolves—dangerous, powerful creatures driven by the same primal urges that had Mason hunting him through the woods.

He pulled off Mason with a wet pop, eyes wide as they darted toward the sound. "The others," he whispered, suddenly remembering the gleaming eyes he'd seen earlier. "They're still watching."

Mason's hand cupped Toby's jaw, drawing his attention back. "Yes," he said simply. "They are."

"Aren't you worried they might..." Toby trailed off, not entirely sure what he was asking. Challenge Mason? Try to take Toby for themselves?

Mason's smile was pure predator. "No," he said, absolute confidence in his voice. "They know better than to challenge me for what's mine."

Mine.The word hit Toby like a physical blow, sending a confusing mix of indignation and desire through him. He wasn't a possession. He wasn't property.

And yet...

"They won't touch you," Mason continued, thumb tracing Toby's lower lip. "You're safe. They're just watching because they can't help themselves. Because you're beautiful like this. Because they wish they had what I have."

There was something in his tone, something Toby couldn't quite identify, that made him believe Mason absolutely. Mason wasn't concerned about the others because he knew, without question, that none of them were a threat to him.

The knowledge should have scared Toby. Instead, it sent a thrill through him. He was on his knees in the moonlight, surrounded by werewolves, servicing an alpha. And he was perfectly, absolutely safe.

It was the most dangerous thing Toby had ever done, and yet he'd never felt more secure.

A strange giddiness bubbled up inside him—part adrenaline, part arousal, part the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. If someone had told him this morning that he'd end the day on his knees in the forest, sucking Mason Blackwood's cock while a pack of werewolves watched, he'd have laughed in their face.

Yet here he was. And he wasenjoyingit.

"Let them watch, then," Toby said, a new confidence in his voice. "Let them see exactly what they're missing."

Mason's eyes darkened, his grip tightening in Toby's hair. "Is that so?" he asked, something dangerous and thrilling in his tone. "You want to show off for them? Show them how good you are for me?"

"Yes," Toby admitted, the word falling from his lips before he could stop it.

Mason's answering smile was wicked. "Then show them," he commanded.

The challenge in Mason's voice sparked something in Toby—something reckless and wild that had been buried beneath years of careful restraint. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with Mason as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside of Mason's cock, from base to tip. The muscle jumped beneath his tongue, a bead of precome gathering at the slit. Toby lapped it up, savoring the salty taste, putting on a show of enjoying it.

"Fuck," Mason breathed, the curse barely audible.

Emboldened, Toby wrapped his lips around the head of Mason's cock again, sucking lightly as his tongue swirled around the sensitive crown. He hollowed his cheeks, creating a tight suction that had Mason's hips jerking forward involuntarily.

Toby took a deep breath, relaxing his throat as he'd learned, and took Mason's cock in one smooth motion, deeper than he had before. The stretch was intense, bordering on uncomfortable, but the groan that tore from Mason's throat was worth it.

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