The empath eased the pain quickly, though it didn’t take much, between Isaac’s relaxation and the werewolf’s natural healing. Taking advantage of the greater length of his fingers in this shape, he pushed in deeper, turning slowly and looking for the prostate.
He choked on a stuttering moan, clawing slightly at the sheets as he rocked his hips back, before suddenly his entire body twitched and jerked, and his head flew round, aroused confusion twisting his features. “W-what…what was that?”
“I think that was your prostate,” Summer murmured smugly. He brushed his fingers over that spot again, watching Isaac’s reaction.