Page 8 of Stalked

He needed to close the damn laptop, push away the images playing on a loop in his head—Toby’s body arching under him, breath ragged, hands clutching at Mason like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. His mind raced, a million thoughts piling on top of each other.

Beneath Toby’s posts, comments had rolled in.

Sounds like you’re ready for someone to show you what real submission feels like ??

I'll help you explore that side, slave. Hit me up if you’re interested.

dm me baby ill pop that cherry lol

Mason clenched his jaw.Rivals.

He lifted his hand to his face, breathing in deeply. Toby's scent still lingered on his skin from their handshake earlier that day. The sweet, earthy aroma sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. His body responded instantly, cock hardening against his thigh as memories of those blue eyes and parted lips flooded his mind.

What would it be like to unravel those layers of shyness, to coax out the hidden desires that simmered beneath the surface…?

His hand moved, pressing against the growing ache in his pants. Hard. Needy. Already throbbing. He exhaled sharply, shoving his chair back as he leaned into the feeling, letting his instincts take over.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The way Toby’s body would feel against his. Smaller, softer, trembling just a little—not from fear, but from sheer, overwhelming sensation. Mason would take his time, make him squirm, make him beg for it, make him shatter completely.

Mason undid his belt with one sharp tug, his breathing heavier now. His fingers curled around the zipper, dragging it down slowly, deliberately, as if testing his own restraint. It was already too late.

His hand dipped inside, wrapping around himself, skin burning hot. His fingers squeezed just enough to make his breath stutter.

He stroked himself slowly at first, teasing, picturing Toby’s hesitant hands on him, uncertain but eager. The thought of Toby's lips parting in a gasp of pleasure made Mason's hips buck involuntarily. He quickened his pace, picturing the boy's slender body arching beneath him, yearning for his touch. Mason wanted to claim every inch of Toby's pale skin, to mark him as his own and show him the depths of passion that had been denied to him for so long.

Precome beaded at the tip of Mason's cock. He imagined Toby's blue eyes darkening with desire, his shy exterior melting away to reveal the bold exhibitionist that lurked within. Mason's hand moved faster.

He was too far gone now.

Precome slicked his fingers, his breathing coming in ragged bursts as his body coiled tighter, the pressure building, his mind lost in the image of Toby, sprawled beneath him, surrendering completely.

Mine.

The thought snapped something inside him, sending him over the edge. His climax hit like violence, the first thick rope of come shooting across his fist, across his desk. His cock pulsed again and again, pumping out his release as his body jerked with the force of it. Mason's hips thrust involuntarily as he imagined emptying himself deep inside Toby's willing body.

Mason slumped back, chest heaving, his skin damp with sweat. His mind still raced, the last shivers of pleasure pulsing through him, leaving something darker in its wake.

He should feel shame. Regret. Something. Instead, his blood still burned. His instincts screamedmine.

And now he was sure of what he had to do:

Take what was his.

Chapter four

Toby

Toby’sbreathcurledinthe cold night air as he stood at the tree line, the dark stretch of forest yawning before him. The wind rattled brittle leaves overhead, and somewhere deep in the woods, a howl split the silence. Around him, the others shifted uneasily, their fear thick and quiet.

No one spoke. What was there to say?

A week ago, an email had landed in his inbox. No name, no sender—just an offer: Sign up for the annual werewolf mating hunt. Run. Earn a full ride and enough money to keep the lights on, to stop choosing between books and groceries.

It had sounded like a scam. Toby had spent too many years being cautious, too many nights watching his mom weigh the electric bill against the rent to believe in free money.

The mating run. Everyone knew about it. It was a bargain made generations ago, when humans and wolves had first learned to coexist.

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