“I don’t think so,” Summer murmured, making sure his fingers were completely covered in lube. “The nerve endings aren’t the same? We’ll have to try it the other way round and I’ll let you know.” He set two fingers together and pressed in again.
He cursed softly as he was stretched a little wider apart, moaning into the pillow as he spread his legs further apart, rocking his hips back slowly. “O-oh, Summer,” he choked out, pain quickly making way for pleasure.
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.