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  The back of the house came into view, and Cliff sniffed to make sure no one was home. He exhaled noisily, grateful they were alone. Thank God. He didn’t relish the idea of coming upon Butch Madison, completely bare-assed naked, smelling of his youngest son.

  Cliff’s clothes were still lying on the ground where he’d left them when he shifted to run with Mick. He’d have to remember to grab them later.

  Padding up the steps, Cliff entered the kitchen. Cliff released Toby’s hand, smacking his ass again just to see Toby jump in surprise.

  “Go on into your room. I’ll be there in a minute.” He waggled his eyebrows at Toby.

  Toby beamed, wriggling his hips while he loped into his room. Cliff paused to watch Toby, snorting when he realized what Toby was doing. God, Toby was innocent sometimes, but it looked like the devil inside him had come out to play. Cliff glanced around, finding what he was searching for. He stopped, studying the nut cream in his hand. He considered it, shaking his head and peering around for something else. It would work, but he wanted something a little more long-lasting. He wasn’t going to let the pup go once he was inside of him.

  He paced to the bathroom and threw aside the shower curtain. Spying the bottle of Nut Bath Oil, he grinned. He picked it up, retraced his path and walked into Toby’s room, shutting the door behind him.

  Toby lay on his back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. His hard shaft was waving gaily at Cliff, front and center. Toby twisted his hips, smiling sweetly. He had left the light off, but there was enough sunlight coming in through the open blinds that Cliff could see Toby clearly. The sun shone into the room, caressing Toby with its rays.

  “What took you so long?”

  Cliff felt his mouth flood with moisture. He ached to taste the body laid out before him, but he really didn’t want this to end so quickly. If he got on the bed now, this wouldn’t last nearly long enough. With a smile, he spied the large chair in the corner of Toby’s room.

  Sauntering over, he slumped into the chair, waving the bottle of nut oil at Toby. His pup’s cheeks flushed bright red, the blush continuing down his body and spreading along his chest. Cliff was pleased he could affect his mate so well, seeing how Cliff was acting like an unschooled youth with his first crush. Cliff was afraid that it would be him coming at the merest brush of Toby’s fingers if he wasn’t careful. Being with Toby was like drinking the finest wine. It was going straight to his head. So this is what it’s like to have a mate. Damn, he was lucky.

  Toby gingerly sat up, sending a questioning glance his way. Cliff winked, patting his leg with his free hand. Smiling, Toby dropped to all fours and crawled across the bed. His movements were sinuously graceful, his were heritage obvious. When he reached the end of the bed, he tossed his head, letting his hair fall back. He rose up, climbing down to stand in front of Cliff.

  He patted his thigh again, waiting for Toby to move. Toby’s face was so red it looked painful, but nevertheless he crawled into the chair, straddling him. Cliff moaned low in his throat, the sound coming out in a rumbling purr. Grabbing Toby hard around the hips, he pulled him in until they were meshed together.

  Cliff shifted lower in the chair, grasping their cocks with one hand. Toby brought up his arm, twining it around Cliff’s neck for support. The other hand landed on Cliff’s thigh, curving around near the bend of his knee. Toby’s upper body was arched, and Cliff leaned forward and took one of Toby’s delectable nipples between his lips. He pulled, sucking the nub into his mouth, desperate to drive his mate crazy with need.

  He loved the feel of Toby in his arms—the younger man fit perfectly against him. Cliff inhaled, breathing in the scent of his mate and shuddering at the feel of Toby’s hand on his thigh. Toby’s fingers were opening and closing against his skin. The small movements coupled with the heady scent of Toby made his head swim.

  He kept his hands at Toby’s waist, holding him in place. Toby panted above him, twisting from the pleasure he was inflicting. Cliff released his nipple, licking across his chest until he reached the other. Biting and sucking, he worked the nub so it was as red as the first. Toby’s cock was leaking profusely from all the attention.

  He glanced up to see Toby watching him with wide, unblinking eyes. He was so beautiful. His mate was fucking gorgeous with his pale skin, dusted with the faintest blush on his cheeks. His eyes were completely guileless, and the most beautiful brown. They looked like melted chocolate and he knew he could get lost within them. Toby’s lips were parted, rosy red with a sensuous curve to them. He realized that he hadn’t yet kissed his mate. Now, how could he have overlooked that?

  He arched his neck, offering his mouth up to Toby. He didn’t want to pressure him—the pup needed to make his own choices here. Cliff wasn’t going to force him into anything. Toby whimpered, closing the distance between them. Their lips met gingerly, testing each other. With a pained groan, Cliff increased the pressure, fusing their mouths together. He backed off, licking along the seam of Toby’s mouth, encouraging him to open up and let him in. He slid his hands up along the lightly muscled contours of Toby’s back.

  Toby opened his mouth, making way for Cliff’s tongue. He tasted like heaven, a combination of sweet ginger ale and pure male. Cliff could taste himself on Toby’s tongue from their kisses earlier, and he groaned. He leaned his head back, releasing Toby. Cliff smiled tenderly at the younger man, stretching up to brush his hair back behind his ear.

  He still couldn’t get over the fact that he had his pup here with him. To be able to hold Toby, to caress his body was an amazing feeling.

  “Is this what you want?” Cliff whispered.

  “Yeah,” Toby said quietly. “I’ve wanted this forever. I’ve wanted you forever.”

  Chapter Five

  Cliff leaned in, brushing a kiss along his pup’s shoulder. Reaching down, he grabbed the bottle of nut oil, popping the top with a snap. He held the bottle up, waiting until Toby turned to look. Upending the bottle, he poured a generous amount into his palm. The scent of nuts filled the room, complementing the pheromones that were coming off Toby and himself. He flipped the top closed, keeping the bottle in his hand. He smoothed his wet palm down his cock, making it glisten in the sunlight. Toby watched him carefully. Cliff couldn’t take his eyes off the man.

  “Your turn, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “Have you ever played with yourself?”

  Toby turned his head, grimacing. He couldn’t quite hide the guilty expression in his eyes.

  “Okay, now I need to know what that look means. What’ve you done?”

  Toby hesitated. “Nothing major, I just… Sometimes when I’m in the shower, I-I’ve…you know…”

  “What, Tobe? What’ve you done?” he repeated. He needed to hear the words, even though he was starting to have a good idea of what Toby was going to say.

  “It’s just been so hard the past few months… No, I don’t mean hard! I mean… Well… Christ.” He groaned, dropping his head to land on Cliff’s chest.

  Cliff couldn’t stop the laughter that was building. He let it out, the sound startling in the room.

  “Baby, you’re just too much. Are you trying to say that you’ve experimented with yourself? You wanted to know what made you feel good? Is that it?”

  Toby nodded, keeping his head down. His hair stroked across Cliff’s chest, soft to the touch. Cliff wrapped his fingers in the silky strands.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ve all experimented. I’m happy that you know what you like. It makes my job a hell of a lot easier.” He tilted Toby’s head, grasping his hair and pulling back until Toby met his eyes. “Now, when I ask you a question, I want you to answer me. I don’t give a shit if you do it with a nod or a yes or no. Okay?”

  Toby bobbed his head, staring at him with those big, trusting eyes. God, they made him feel like a king.

  “Okay, first question. When you were in the shower, did you touch your cock? Wrap your hand around the shaft and jerk off?”

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bsp; A second nod, timid, but there.

  Cliff tried to hide his smile, not wanting to make this difficult.

  “Second question. Did you ever touch your hole, smooth your finger around that tender bit of flesh? Maybe push your finger inside?”

  Another nod, slow in coming.

  “Good, Tobe. Did you ever insert anything bigger than your finger?”

  A sharp negative shake.

  “Did you want to?”

  A hesitation, followed by a measured nod. Toby was grinning now, his lips tilted impishly. Cliff sent him an answering grin, glad that his mate was willing to play this game with him.

  “Okay, what did you want to press into your ass?”

  Toby smirked, shrugging and raising one eyebrow impatiently.

  “Fuck. Fine, I’m supposed to ask you a yes or no question, right? Okay, did you think of me when you were in the shower?” he asked, going straight to the question that had been burning him inside.

  Toby tilted his head, considering. He furrowed his brow. Cliff frowned, the beast inside him snarling.

  “You little shit, don’t tease me right now,” he mock-growled.

  Toby laughed, his face lighting up with a beaming smile. “Of course I was thinking of you. What? You actually need me to say the words? Okay, I thought of you then, I’m damn well thinking of you now and if you aren’t inside me soon, I may burst from wanting you so badly. Is that clear enough for you?”

  Cliff’s chest tightened, his throat closing up and his body tensing.

  “Get yourself ready for me, Tobe,” he ground out.

  Toby held out his hand, his face serious. Taking the bottle of oil from Cliff, Toby wet his fingers with it and reached his hand back. He lifted up slightly with the help of the two hands grasping his hips, Cliff taking his weight easily. Toby’s eyes closed, his mouth opening on a long, drawn-out moan. Cliff strained his neck, desperate to see what Toby was doing with that hand. Cliff’s pup had two fingers knuckle-deep in his ass, stretching the small opening.

  Cliff made a sound, too damn close to a whimper for his liking.

  Toby slid out his fingers, gliding the tips around his hole, massaging the tissue. He skimmed them forward, pressing against the bit of flesh behind his balls. He flexed his ass, wiggling into the hand Cliff had gripped on his hip. The damn pup was going to have bruises covering his body in the morning if he wasn’t careful. Toby didn’t look as if he cared.

  A third finger joined the other two, forming a wedge, before Toby drove all three into his ass, bucking into his own hand. Cliff gasped, reaching down to touch the stretched flesh with his fingers. He couldn’t take any more of this, he needed Toby now.

  He urged Toby higher on his lap, pulling out the smaller man’s fingers and replacing them with the head of his cock. Toby leaned back, anchoring his right hand on Cliff’s thigh. Toby met his eyes, holding Cliff’s gaze while slowly lowering himself over Cliff’s cock. It was unbelievably erotic—he felt like he was connecting straight to Toby’s soul. Cliff held him in place. The head of his cock breached the warm entrance, sliding in. Toby gasped, his eyes wide and unseeing.

  “Shh, it’s okay. Just stay still for a bit. Don’t move, Toby,” he crooned.

  Toby shook his head, whimpering sharply. Without warning, he tilted his hips, relaxed his body. He bottomed out on Cliff’s cock, his ass opening for him. A sliver of pain peeked out of Toby’s expressive gaze.

  Cliff moaned, unable to comprehend the feeling of being inside his mate. He was so damn tight that the friction was killing him. Toby’s ass was against his groin—he had taken Cliff’s entire shaft. Toby’s cock was flushed red, a deep hue, and curved up until it almost hit his stomach. Cliff blindly searched for the oil, grabbing the bottle when his hands closed around it. He popped the top. Not caring where the bottle ended up, he dropped it, squirted the oil into his hand and wrapped it around Toby’s thick shaft. He tugged, urging Toby to raise himself. Toby gasped again, twitching his hips. His tiny, convulsive movements were driving Cliff crazy. He moaned, so fucking close to busting his nut inside his mate.

  Toby let out a groan, jerking wildly while his seed splattered over Cliff’s hand. His pup’s ass squeezed on his shaft, the vise-like grip too much for Cliff. He shot off, releasing himself into Toby.

  While he still had enough presence of mind, he lifted up, wincing when his spent cock slipped out of Toby’s ass.

  “Tobe?”

  When he got no answer, he lifted Toby’s head, staring intently down at his pup. Toby’s eyelids fluttered shut and his lips curved into a sleepy smile.

  Carrying his precious cargo, he slid into Toby’s bed, turning Toby over to lie beside him. He slithered up behind him, pulling the smaller man tight. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his mate. Toby let out a soft snore, completely lost to the world. Cliff smiled, tucking his head into the nape of Toby’s neck and pressing a kiss to his skin.

  Chapter Six

  The slamming of the screen door woke Toby up. Panicked, he couldn’t figure out where he was. Turning his head, he looked for Cliff. The man wasn’t anywhere in sight. Was it all just a dream? Shifting, he winced at the ache in his ass. That was definitely real. So where the hell was Cliff?

  He let out a little moan, burrowing deeper into the covers. The sheets smelled like Cliff, a woodsy scent that made him think of the outdoors. He curled up his knees, content to lie still and wallow in his memories for a moment.

  Toby buried his head in the pillow, crying yahoo into the cotton. He heard a snorting chuckle from outside his room. Startled, he jumped up, ignoring the ache that made itself known again. He stumbled to the door, flinging it open.

  “Cliff?”

  “Jesus Christ on a crutch, I think I’ve gone blind! My eyes,” Mick bellowed, sounding more like a bear than the wolf he was.

  “Oh God.” Toby slammed the door shut. He leaned his head against the wood, rocking back and forth. Well, that was humiliating. But it still didn’t answer his question. Where the hell was Cliff?

  A firm knock on the door interrupted his musings.

  “Toby, put some goddamn clothes on and open this fucking door,” Mick muttered.

  Toby scrambled to his closet, picking up a pair of jeans and hurriedly tugging them on, hopping from one foot to the other. He scooped up a shirt from the floor and yanked it over his head. Opening the door, he realized he had his shirt on inside out and quickly pulled it off. Mick stared at him, bemused, while he waited for Toby to fix himself.

  “Sorry, sorry,” he gasped.

  “In the kitchen with you.”

  Toby lurched after his brother, looking to the wall clock to see what time it was. He couldn’t believe it was morning already. That meant he’d slept the entire evening and well into the morning. He had never slept so long before. Not even after he pulled an all-nighter marking report cards last month.

  He stumbled to a stop, concerned when he spied the large form of his father seated at the table. He lowered his head, sniffing unobtrusively.

  “Don’t bother, you stink of that horny bastard,” his father grumbled.

  Toby felt himself flush, and he ducked his head to avoid everyone’s gaze. He stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Used to being in control, Toby wasn’t certain what to make of his sudden shyness.

  His mom was at the sink, washing dishes, although she did turn to give him a sympathetic smile. Mick frowned, leaning against the counters to his left and crossing his arms along his burly chest.

  “Dad?” Toby asked.

  His father let out a sigh and pushed back from the table. He remained in place for a moment, propped against the surface. With another sigh, he turned, meeting Toby’s worried gaze.

  Butch Madison looked exactly like Mick. Tall, stocky, with thick brown hair piled on his head, he appeared wild and untamed. He was deeply tanned, courtesy of working outdoors at construction sites his entire life. His expressive eyes had laugh lines around them, and grooves f
ramed his mouth. Butch was a man who felt strongly about his family and had no problem showing those emotions. His face was lived-in, like he had survived a long and eventful life.

  “I didn’t think this was going to happen, Tobias. I never thought you would mate because of the human blood flowing through you,” he drawled.

  Toby jerked in place, startled. “What are you talking about? I didn’t mate! Shut up, Mick. It’s not funny,” he shouted over the sounds of his brother’s laughter. He was acting undignified for a teacher, but his brother could piss him off faster than anyone else.

  Mick was almost doubled over, snorting with glee.

  “I’m pretty sure even the human in the room can smell the aftereffects of your mating, so don’t try to hide it, Toby,” Mick crowed.

  “Hey, the human has a name,” his mother said, frowning.

  “That wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I was talking about… Gah,” Toby exclaimed, frustrated when the words wouldn’t come. “I just meant that I didn’t mate in the werewolf sense of the word,” he finally ground out between clenched teeth.

  “Tobias, I hate to disappoint you, but I can smell you. Ah, wait for me to finish before you interrupt me again. I mean, I can smell your scent, and it’s changed. For twenty-six years you’ve had the same scent. I could have found you anywhere you went it was so familiar to me. But your scent has changed since yesterday. You smell like him. The two of you mixed together. It means you’ve mated.”

  Toby froze, unable to comprehend the words he was hearing. He had always dreamed of this, of learning he was Cliff’s mate. He couldn’t believe it. But…wait a minute…

  “You mean, Cliff knew? Cliff knew when he came to me yesterday? That I was his mate?”

  “Cliff would have known months ago, when you first started going into your phase, that you were his mate,” his father explained patiently.

  “That ass! That big stinkin’, hairy ass. I can’t believe he did this to me. The fuckhead—” He was so angry. A part of him was appalled at his behavior but he couldn’t seem to stop. What was happening to him? Was this because of the mating phase? He couldn’t wait to get over it since it was making him act like one of his students. He was normally more reserved, not juvenile.