Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

"I bet that is the boys. Just wait, I guarantee you Toby will scent ye as his mate." "Who's Toby?...." Selene doesn't have time to finish her question as Liam and his brother charge in without clothes. Was nudity common with them? Selene studies the new wolf and can't help but gasp at his godlike appearance. Holy Goddess, he was just as gorgeous as Liam! The only thing that was different between the brothers was Toby's auburn locks. Selene's eyes wander south, following his v-line to his prominent member. Oh my! Toby's eyes land on hers. Selene feels the world fall away as their eyes lock on each other and their souls connect. Toby's eyes darken, and sexy smirk forms."Mine."

“And I believe we’re actually ahead of schedule. Depending on this last round of testing, we should be good to soft launch.” “Mason, I just want to say thanks,” Toby told him earnestly. “I am so grateful to be here, to be a part of all of this.” “Happy you’re here, man,” Mason clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re a big asset to Gentries Unlimited.” The young man grinned. “Now, back to work.” ***

I ordered. Toby reached up with trembling hands. He undid my button and zipper. My cock sprang free, hitting him in the cheek. He moaned, turning his face to rub his skin against it, inhaling my scent. "Suck it," I said. "And keep your eyes on your dad while you do it." Toby opened his mouth and took me in. He went slow, savoring the taste. He stared straight ahead at the couch, at Mark’s sleeping profile, while his mouth was stretched wide around my cock.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

He giggled and pushed my face away, but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently, he has taken to hitting anyone who touches me, besides our family members, of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

If I waste my food, they will too. I finish my food in silence while Luna and Ace joke around with their dad. Toby isn't a bad guy, but for some reason, he changes around other people, trying to impress them with this alpha male character. It's genuinely the most annoying thing about him. “So Archer, have you given it any thought? I'll make you even richer if you invest in my company,” Toby asks as Archer helps the kids put on their backpacks. I finally get up, showing an empty plate to Archer sarcastically, making him smile.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

She barely remembered leaving her desk. The elevator arrived. The doors opened, and a small crowd pushed in. Mackenzie and Amy squeezed inside. “I heard the new CEO is in his late forties,” Amy whispered as the elevator climbed. “Haven’t had someone that young in ages.” Mackenzie gave a distracted nod. She wasn’t in the mood for talking, but Amy always filled the silence. “What’s his name again?” Amy asked. “Alexander Gracias,” Mackenzie answered without thinking. “Yes! I just hope he’s nothing like Mr. Winter,” Amy said, rolling her eyes.