Isaiah stopped him. “It’s already enough.”
“You need more.”
“No, it’s enough. Just… just do it.”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll heal and the first time you come, it won’t matter.”
“Isai—”
“Fuck me or get out.” Isaiah bared his teeth, knowing it looked ridiculous without sharp fangs to back it up.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Pressure returned to Isaiah’s opening, becoming a burn, then an all-out ache. Nothing about betas was average. There’d been a time they’d been giants among humans. They were still giants, but their physical appearance was more acceptable since some humans were built almost as big.
But humans had nothing close to the strength of a beta even without the Fenrir.
Every time Isaiah allowed himself to enjoy his betas, he was reminded of that fact. From the first thrust that invaded his body, stretching his opening, filling him until it hurt to breathe, to the relentless rock of hips and slap of bodies.
Isaiah arched off the table and twisted his grip on Tanner’s hair in a silent command. He obeyed, going from steady thrusts to a relentless fucking. There wasn’t even a hitch in Tanner’s movements when cum seeped down Isaiah’s crack. The fresh load erased any discomfort, and Isaiah yelled with the crash of pleasure threatening to suffocate him.
Isaiah collapsed, gasping for air, skin on fire, lava in his veins. Tanner slowed in his thrusts, and muscle spasms echoed through Isaiah where they connected.
The door to the motor home clicked and sunlight cut a momentary stripe across Isaiah’s shoulder, only to be blocked by the bodies of the other betas.
They undressed, bumping into each other in the tight space.
“I told you not to—”
Tanner caressed the column of Isaiah’s neck with his thumb. “I know what you said, but it is not what you want or need.” He slowly withdrew to the tip, then sank deep. “And that’s why I exist.” He petted Isaiah down his chest.
“I need to go.” Even as Isaiah said it, he moaned.
“Tomorrow.” Tanner pinched one of Isaiah’s nipples. “Tomorrow you’ll go and I’ll go with you.” He pumped his hips faster. “But today, please let us take care of you. It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to do this right.” Tanner arched over Isaiah, and hot cum squelched from his opening. A sound so obscene and yet perfect. “Let us.” Tanner stepped away, and another beta took his place, stuffing Isaiah’s ass full and rendering him mute with violent fucking.
* * *
Jonathan’s phone rang, and he checked the number.
Caspin.
The White Wolf had a unique way of casting his Fenrir. Instead of maintaining a connection, he would disconnect, leaving it up to the wolf to share its experiences. A technique he’d perfected while trapped in the form of a man. And probably the only reason Caspin had maintained his sanity.
Allowing the wolf to roam without Caspin’s control meant there were no limits to where it could go. It gave Caspin the freedom and the illusion of phasing.
Most of all, his Fenrir could move undetected by others of its kind.
It made Caspin the ultimate informant, giving Johnathan an edge even state-of-the-art surveillance equipment couldn’t match.
And since the White Wolf wasn’t known for his social skills, calling meant he’d learned something important.
“Dash.” Jonathan nodded at the black man moving supplies from the trucks to the storage area of the safehouse.
Johnathan had been forced to leave Manitoba ahead of schedule due to a large storm moving in. It was better to wait a couple weeks before approaching Dr. Dante than to wind up trapped until mother nature decided to let them out.
Because time was of the essence.