Page 31 of Stalked

Mason's green eyes darkened as they traveled slowly over Toby's face, drinking him in like a man who'd been wandering in the desert. "You look tired," he observed, thumb brushing gently beneath Toby's eye where finals-week shadows had formed.

"Turns out werewolf mating rituals aren't covered in any of my textbooks," Toby quipped. "Had to improvise on my paper."

The joke earned him a low chuckle, but Mason's eyes remained intent, hungry. "Three days is too long," he murmured, the simple admission sending a shiver down Toby's spine.

"It was just a business trip," Toby reminded him, though his body was already leaning forward, drawn by the gravitational pull between them.

"Too. Long." Mason repeated, each word deliberate and heavy with meaning.

Toby found himself pulled onto Mason's lap, his body molding perfectly against the older man's strong frame. Mason's arms encircled him, holding him close, and Toby's heart raced

Their lips met, tentative for only a heartbeat before the hunger took over. Toby moaned against Mason's mouth, his body awakening like it had been sleepwalking these past three days.

"God, I missed you," Toby breathed as Mason's lips traveled to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. "Essay writing is no substitute for—oh!" His words dissolved into a gasp as Mason's teeth grazed his neck, sending electricity racing down his spine.

The kiss deepened, Mason's tongue claiming Toby's mouth with the same authoritative command he'd shown in the forest. Toby melted against him, his bones turning liquid as Mason's large hands slid beneath his shirt, palms hot against his skin.

"Come here," Mason growled against his mouth, repositioning Toby until he was properly straddling the older man's lap. The movement pressed Toby directly against the unmistakable hardness in Mason's expensive slacks.

"Already?" Toby teased, grinding down deliberately and delighting in the sharp intake of breath it elicited. "Is that for me, or has the stock market been particularly exciting today?"

Mason's eyes flashed with that now-familiar preternatural light. "Keep talking," he challenged, one hand sliding around to grip Toby's ass possessively. "See what happens."

"You know your whole scary wolf thing just makes me hotter, right?" Toby rolled his hips again, biting his lip at the delicious friction. "Three days without you and I've been going crazy. Had to use that toy you got me, but it's not the same. Doesn't fill me up like you do."

A rumbling growl vibrated through Mason's chest. Both his hands were kneading Toby's ass now, guiding his movements as they rocked together. "Did you think of me?" he asked, voice rough with desire. "When you were using it?"

"Every time," Toby admitted, feeling his cheeks flush even as he continued to grind down against Mason's erection. "But the toy doesn't talk back. Doesn't tell me how good I am, doesn't make those sounds you make when you're about to lose control." He leaned forward, lips brushing Mason's ear. "Doesn't come inside me."

The words had their intended effect. Mason's control visibly frayed, his hands tightening to the point of bruising as he captured Toby's mouth in a kiss that was almost savage in its intensity.

Mason's hand slid around to the front of Toby's pants, his fingers working deftly to unfasten them. Toby's breath caught in his throat as Mason's hand slipped inside, cupping his aching cock through his boxers. The touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make Toby's hips buck forward, seeking more.

"Please," Toby whimpered, his voice thick with need. "Touch me."

A sudden thought pierced through his haze of arousal. "The driver—" Toby whispered, eyes darting toward the privacy screen. "He might hear us."

Mason's low chuckle vibrated against Toby's throat where his lips were pressed. "He knows better than to listen," he growled, unconcerned. He slipped Toby's pants down, baring him. "He knows what happens when an alpha gets his mate alone."

The casual possessiveness in those words sent a fresh wave of heat through Toby's body. God, that shouldn't be as hot as it was, the idea of being claimed so thoroughly that Mason didn't care who knew. It was primal and inappropriate and absolutely, devastatingly arousing.

Mason obliged Toby's earlier plea, his hand wrapping around Toby's cock and stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. Toby's head fell back, a moan escaping his lips. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, but he craved more.

This is insane,Toby thought, even as his hips thrust helplessly into Mason's grip. Having sex in the back of a car like a pair of horny teenagers. Not exactly the responsible student image he'd tried to maintain. And yet here he was, whimpering and grinding against Mason in broad daylight, hoping the tinted windows were as opaque as they looked.

Not that that was going to stop him.

Toby's own hands fumbled with Mason's pants, desperate to feel the heat of his skin. He managed to unfasten them, his fingers trembling with excitement as he freed Mason's cock. It was hard, the head already glistening with precome. Toby's mouth watered at the sight.

No matter how many times he saw Mason like this, it still sent a thrill of disbelieving joy through him. This powerful man wanting him with such raw, unfiltered need. College life had never prepared him for this—for the visceral feeling of being both prey and prize.

Toby's breath hitched as Mason's free hand slipped into his suit jacket, retrieving a small packet that he pressed firmly into Toby's palm. The wordless command was clear—clearer still in the hungry intensity of Mason's gaze.

Toby didn't hesitate. Couldn't, even if he'd wanted to. They'd fallen into this rhythm so naturally, this dance of command and willing surrender. His fingers trembled as he tore open the packet, his heart racing, pounding in his chest as he squeezed the cool, slick substance onto his palm.

Mason leaned back against the luxurious leather car seats, his eyes half-lidded with dominant pleasure as he watched Toby prepare to satisfy them both. Not a single word needed to pass between them—Mason's desire was Toby's desire, their needs perfectly aligned.

Toby's breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around Mason's thick, hard cock. He loved the feel of it, the weight and heat against his skin. Mason's cock was perfect, long and thick, with a slight curve that Toby knew would hit all the right spots inside him. He stroked it reverently, spreading the lube from base to tip, his fingers gliding over the silky smooth skin.

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