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Desire and frustration flashed across Toby's face. "But I need—"

Mason interrupted him, gathering both of Toby's wrists in his free hand and pinning them firmly above his head against the rough bark. "And you'll get it. But only when I decide."

"You're such a fucking control freak," Toby gasped, even as his body arched into Mason's touch, betraying his own words.

"Look at me," Mason commanded, waiting until Toby's eyes, glassy with pleasure, met his own. "You're only going to come when I'm inside you. When my cock is so deep you can't tell where you end and I begin. Do you understand?"

Toby swallowed hard, his pupils blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of blue. "Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible over the sounds of the forest around them.

With a growl that was more animal than human, Mason withdrew his fingers. Toby whimpered at the sudden emptiness, his entrance glistening in the moonlight, ready and waiting.

Mason moved swiftly, releasing Toby's wrists to position himself between the boy's thighs. He took his cock in hand, guiding it to press against Toby's prepared entrance. The blunt head pushed slightly against the resistance. The heat radiating from Toby's body was maddening, calling to something primal in Mason's blood.

Toby's eyes widened, fear and desperate need warring in his expression as he felt Mason's considerable size against him. His breath came in short, shallow pants, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Mason," he breathed, uncertainty and desire tangled in that single word.

Toby's nails dug into Mason's shoulders. His lips parted, a silent plea or protest, Mason couldn't tell which.

It didn't matter. There was no going back now.

Chapter eleven

Toby

Toby'swholeworldnarrowedto the press of Mason's cock against him. His body trembled, his skin on fire where Mason's chest pressed against his back. The rough bark of the fallen log dug into his skin, but the discomfort only heightened his arousal.

A whimper escaped Toby's lips as he felt the blunt head of Mason's cock nudge against his slick hole. Nerves and excitement warred within him. He'd never gone this far before, had barely dared to dream that anyone would want him like this.

Yet here he was, spread out and eager, about to lose his virginity in front of a pack of werewolves.

Nice job being normal, Toby. You really are a freak…

But right now I'd take being a freak over being normal any day of the week.

A twinge of fear spiked through the haze of lust. Mason was big—in all ways. What if it hurt? What if he couldn't handle it, and Mason realized what a pathetic loser he really was? Toby's breath hitched, anxiety threatening to overtake him.

Then Mason's hand gripped his jaw, forcing Toby to meet his gaze. The hunger in those green eyes wasn't gentle or sweet—it was consuming, wild, and somehow exactly what Toby needed.Jesus, he looks at me like I'm prey and he's starving.

Mason's thumb brushed roughly over his lower lip. "Stop thinking," Mason growled. "I can smell your fear. But you're not weak. You can take what I give you."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through Toby's body. This wasn't about comfort or romance. This was primal. Raw. Mason had chosen him,wantedhim.

With a shaky breath, Toby nodded.

Toby held his breath as he felt the broad head of Mason's thick cock press against his entrance, slick and ready. His body tensed instinctively, nerves jangling with a mix of trepidation and desperate, aching need.

"Relax for me, baby," Mason murmured, his large hands stroking soothingly over Toby's trembling skin. "Let me in. Gonna make you feel so good."

Focusing on the rough timbre of Mason's voice, Toby exhaled slowly.

The thick, blunt head of Mason's cock pressed against Toby's spit-slick hole, the pressure sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. Toby clung to Mason's broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the firm muscle. His breath hitched, caught between fear and desire.

Then, with a slow, steady push, the head slipped into him.

Toby cried out, the sound ripped from his throat. The pressure was immediate, aching, radiating outward from where Mason breached him.

Too much. His body clenched, fighting the intrusion. Every nerve ending screamed at him that this was wrong, impossible,waytoo much to handle. Yet some darker part of him thrilled at the pain.

"Fuck," he gasped, eyes rolling. His nails dug bloody half-moons into Mason's shoulders. Nothing had prepared him for this—this raw, animal feeling of being filled. His lungs wouldn't work properly. His heart slammed against his ribs.

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