But the creatures’ thirst for tactile experiences gave them back their bodies. Then it became a battle for the mind. As a man, Johnathan had the upper hand, but as the wolf?
His back bowed, and the seams on his shirt popped. Johnathan yanked open the front of his jeans, freeing his dick. He stroked with a grip that was too tight to be enjoyable, yet it shoved him to the edge faster than normal. Johnathan fought to hold back in hopes of keeping the Sarvari’s attention.
But the creature rebelled, flooding Johnathan’s mind with memories of other hunts replacing every catch with Dr. Dante. His voice overtook their cries, his pale skin against their weather-worn bodies. Tall, strong, lithe, he’d fight while begging. He’d struggle while offering himself.
Tears born from need would streak his face. Caught in the fury of so many wolves, Dr. Dante would rock back, impaling himself as fast as Johnathan could thrust. Hole tight, body shivering, the scent of cum so strong Johnathan could chew it. Neither of them would stop, they wouldn’t be able to. The Sarvari would be too hungry for what Dr. Dante had to give. It would take from theSuvar, gorging on the energy of the Fenrir’s birthplace until it swelled beyond Johnathan’s flesh. Then it would filter out to the others who carried his blood.
Johnathan dug his grip into the ground. “Fucking bastard.”
The Sarvari teased Johnathan’s nerves with all the pleasures it had experienced, looping it over and over until there was nothing else, no air, no light.
Johnathan yelled, shooting his load all over the grass. But now the Sarvari wouldn’t let him stop.
The Varu said the Fenrir was a creature independent of its host. A being that shared a body. In contrast, the Sarvari couldn’t exist on its own and was incapable of free thought.
Kneeling in the grass, cock in his hand, Johnathan knew they were wrong. The Sarvari might be melded with their host, but they were far from mindless.
And Johnathan’s wolf seemed hell-bent on proving it.
Another wave of release rose, fueling the imagery until he was sure he’d lost his hold on his wolf and it had taken them back to the farmhouse. It wouldn’t care who watched it claim its prize, and it would kill anyone who tried to stop it.
It would answer the siren’s song Dr. Dante played, and it would peel back every layer of humanness, releasing the Urja. It would show Dr. Dante not only what the flesh had to offer but what theSuvarcould give them.
Then Johnathan’s wolf would sink its teeth into Dr. Dante’s shoulder. It would dig in its bite until the flavor of marrow covered its tongue.
It would make it impossible for them to be apart, no matter how cruel it was to force Dr. Dante to relive the nightmare created by Johnathan’s brother.
The Sarvari’s apathy snapped its hold, and Johnathan forced himself to stop, leaving his cock jutting between his legs and the front of his pants soaked in cum.
“I will never let you do that to him.”
Of course his wolf didn’t answer, but Johnathan had the strangest feeling it laughed at him.