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With a growl of pure need, Mason thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Toby's tight heat.

Chapter thirteen

Toby

"You'reminenow,Toby,"Mason growled, his voice low and rough. "My mate. My perfect human mate."

The words sent a thrill through Toby, his cock twitching against his stomach. Toby's mind reeled as he felt Mason's knot swell within him, the pressure intense and unyielding.

He'd known, in the abstract, that knotting was how werewolves bound themselves to their mates. Yet, he'd never considered it as a real possibility for himself. He'd known that tonight, a werewolf might take him, might use his body for pleasure, but the idea of being knotted had seemed as distant as the moon.

But then Mason had asked, and Toby had answered without hesitation, a fervent "Yes" that surprised even himself. He hadn't known how much he wanted it until that moment, Mason's strong arms wrapping around him, his scent enveloping him.

Now, with Mason's knot stretching him wide, Toby felt a mix of pleasure and pain that was almost overwhelming. He could feel every inch of Mason, the thick base of his cock pulsing inside him, the coarse hair of his thighs brushing against Toby's smooth skin. Mason's hands gripped his hips, holding him firmly, possessively, as if Toby were something precious, something to be cherished.

Toby moaned as Mason's hips rocked gently, the knot tugging at his rim with each movement. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had him seeing stars. He clenched around Mason's knot, savoring the way it filled him so completely.

As Mason's knot pressed against that sweet spot deep inside him, Toby's world shattered.

"Fuck—" The word tore from his throat. Nothing existed beyond this—beyond being filled, claimed, ruined.

His body wasn't his own anymore. It belonged to the sensation, to the werewolf grinding into him with savage intent, to the knot that stretched him beyond what he'd thought possible. Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Mason's movements grew feral, the measured control fracturing into something desperate and animal. Each brutal grind sent lightning racing up Toby's spine, building pressure behind his eyes, in his balls, at the base of his cock.

The pressure inside him coiled tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point—and then it snapped. His orgasm ripped through him like a hurricane, starting where they were joined and consuming him whole. His cock pulsed violently, painting hot streaks across his chest and throat as a broken sound tore from his lips.

It didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not with Mason's knot grinding relentlessly against his prostate, dragging his climax out until he thought he might die from the pleasure of it.

Mason captured his mouth in a bruising kiss that tasted of blood and possession. Without hesitation, Toby kissed back with savage hunger, all inhibition burned away by the fire between them. His tongue battled Mason's, desperate and demanding. This wasn't the careful student who'd second-guessed every human interaction. This was something wild that had always lived inside him, waiting to be unleashed.

He bit at Mason's lower lip, swallowing the wolf's growl, clawing at broad shoulders like he could somehow crawl inside him. The taste of copper bloomed between them—whose blood, he couldn't tell. Didn't care.

When they broke apart, panting and wild-eyed, Toby barely recognized himself. The boy who'd lived behind walls of sarcasm and caution was gone.

In his place was someone who knew exactly how to hunger.

Mason's eyes flashed molten heat, pupils blown wide as he stared down at Toby with an expression that bordered on worship. Sweat gleamed on his powerful body, muscles straining beneath bronze skin as he fought for control and lost.

Toby watched, mesmerized by the transformation. This wasn't just physical pleasure, this was Mason coming undone. The powerful alpha, the creature that other werewolves feared, was trembling above him, vulnerable in his need.

"Toby—" Mason's voice broke on his name, the sound so raw it made something in Toby's chest ache with fierce satisfaction. He'd done this. He'd reduced this powerful being to desperation.

Mason's rhythm faltered, his powerful body going rigid. His head tipped back, exposing the corded column of his throat as a sound—half roar, half howl—tore from deep in his chest.

Then Toby felt it. The first hot pulse of Mason's release, deep inside where they were locked together.

"Oh," he gasped, unprepared for the sensation despite everything they'd done.

Mason's cock throbbed violently, pumping surge after surge of wet heat into him. The pressure was immediate and intense—with nowhere to go, each hot spurt only added to the fullness, stretching Toby from the inside out.

"So much," Toby whispered, half-delirious as another pulse made him gasp. "How are you—"

Mason growled in response, his hips grinding forward as if trying to push even deeper, his knot swelling impossibly larger as it continued to pump Toby full.

The wet heat spread through Toby's core, a liquid warmth that radiated outward from where they were joined. He could feel every throb, every twitch of Mason's cock as it emptied inside him, marking him from the inside out.

On instinct, Toby arched his back, looking down at where their bodies met. What he saw made his spent cock give a valiant twitch.

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