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Toby began to bob his head in earnest, no longer tentative or exploratory. Each downward motion took Mason deeper, each upward slide was accompanied by firm suction. He found a rhythm that felt natural, his hand working in tandem with his mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that had Mason's thighs tensing beneath his free hand.

"Fuck, Toby," Mason growled, his composure slipping. "Your mouth…"

The praise spurred Toby on. He moaned around Mason's length, the vibration traveling through both of them. His free hand moved from Mason's thigh to his own aching cock, wrapping around himself and stroking in time with his movements on Mason—

"Oh no," Mason said, noticing the motion. He reached down, capturing Toby's wrist and pulling his hand away from himself. "Not yet. You come when I say you can come."

The command sent a pulse of need through Toby so strong it was almost painful. He whimpered around Mason's cock but didn't slow his movements, determined now to drive Mason to the edge first.

He could feel eyes on them from the darkness—multiple sets, watching intently. The knowledge added an edge to his arousal, a performance aspect that pushed him to try harder, to be better. To show them all exactly why Mason had chosen him.

Mason's grip in his hair tightened, guiding him into a faster pace. "Look at me," he commanded.

Toby's eyes snapped up, meeting Mason's gaze. The connection was electric, intense in a way Toby hadn't expected. Mason's eyes burned into his, seeing everything—the desire, the need, the desperation.

"I'm going to come in that pretty little mouth," Mason said, the words more statement than question. "And you're going to swallow every drop."

Toby moaned around the thickness stretching his lips, a sound that meantpleaseandnowandlet me prove myself—all wrapped into one desperate vibration.

That was it. Game over. Mason's face transformed, control shattering like glass as his grip turned brutal in Toby's hair. His hips jerked forward—not enough to choke, but enough toclaim—as a sound ripped from his chest that was barely human. More wolf than man. More primal than civilized.

The first shot hit the back of Toby's throat like liquid fire—hot, salty, slightly bitter.Oh my god I'm swallowing come. Mason Blackwood's come. Holy shit—His thoughts scattered like startled birds as Mason pulsed against his tongue again. It kept coming, filling his mouth faster than he could swallow.

Toby's own cock throbbed painfully between his legs, so hard it hurt, begging for attention, for release, foranything. But he wouldn't dream of touching himself now, not when he was determined to prove he could take everything Mason had to give.

He swallowed and swallowed, never breaking that intense eye contact.See what I can do? See how good I am?

When the pulses finally slowed, Toby gave Mason's cock one final, lingering suck, a cherry-on-top gesture that pulled a shuddering aftershock from the man above him, before letting him slip from between his swollen lips.

Mason's expression was a mix of satisfaction and something else—something almost tender that made Toby's chest tight. He cupped Toby's face, thumb brushing over his swollen lower lip.

"Good boy," Mason praised, his voice rough.

Toby leaned into the touch, a strange feeling of accomplishment washing over him. He'd never thought his first time giving head would be in the middle of a forest with an audience of supernatural creatures, but somehow, it felt right. Perfect, even, in its wild, reckless way.

"Now," Mason said, his hand settling around Toby's neck, "it's your turn."

Chapter nine

Mason

MasonstareddownatToby, fighting to control his breathing, the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through him.Fucking hell. Twenty years of control, of calculated restraint, and this college kid had just dismantled him with nothing but eager lips and defiant eyes.

It shouldn't have been that good. Toby was clearly inexperienced—hesitant at first, fumbling, learning as he went. But there was something about that combination of uncertainty and determination that had sent Mason spiraling toward the edge faster than he'd care to admit. The way Toby had looked up at him with those eyes—earnest and challenging all at once—had been his undoing.

Toby knelt before him now, lips reddened and slightly swollen, a faint sheen of saliva and cum making them glisten in the moonlight. A single drop had escaped, trailing down his chin, and Mason had to resist the urge to brush it away with his thumb. Or lick it away.

Mason could still feel the wet heat of Toby's mouth, the careful suction, the way his tongue had pressed against the underside of his cock. The memory alone was enough to stir interest despite his recent release. The perks of being what he was—recovery time measured in minutes rather than hours, especially on a night like tonight with the moon high and primal instincts running hot.

The boy's expression was a contradiction that made Mason's chest tight—smug satisfaction warring with raw vulnerability. Like he was silently sayingSee? I told you I could do itwhile simultaneously askingDid I do okay? Was I good enough?It was maddening. Intoxicating.

What truly fascinated Mason was the tension in every interaction between them. Toby pushed back constantly, reflexively, even when on his knees. A challenge in his eyes, in his words, in every line of his body. Yet beneath that defiance was a clear desire to submit—not to be broken or humiliated, but to be mastered. To find someone strong enough to handle his sharp edges without dulling them. Someone who would command himbecauseof his strength, not in spite of it.

It had been a long time since anyone had intrigued Mason this way. A long time since anyone had dared to challenge him while simultaneously inviting him to take control.

Mason's gaze drifted down Toby's body to where his cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed and leaking, untouched throughout Toby's enthusiastic performance. That kind of focus, that willingness to set aside his own pleasure to concentrate on Mason's... it was both surprising and deeply satisfying.

After all those nights Mason had spent with his fist around his cock, imagining this exact scenario, the reality was infinitely more satisfying.

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