Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (11 page)

McBride pushed off the rest of the covers.

“What are you doing?” Caleb took a step backward, putting distance between them and effectively blocking the door.

“I’m going to clean up.” McBride stretched, making sure Caleb got a very good view. He didn’t think he’d seen him fully naked. Or at least he couldn’t remember a time when he had. Bits and pieces here and there, but there was something to be said for being utterly bare and totally unashamed. “Care to join me?”

Caleb took a step toward him, his hunger clear, but just as suddenly, he stopped and glared at McBride as if he’d tricked him. “No. I don’t want to join you.”

“Liar.” McBride cupped his hand to his cock and stroked it rather absently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused after a nap.”

The comment had the desired effect when Caleb’s eyes practically flared fire. “So now you’re telling me you want Bailey?”

“Want? No, no. You misunderstand. I was saying that the nap aroused me, not him.” McBride continued to stroke himself, loving the way Caleb couldn’t take his gaze off what he was doing. “I think I was dreaming of you.”

“Me?”

“Something about you and me.” McBride sighed. “Sadly, I can’t remember the details, only that whatever it was about it turned me on. Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to deal with this on my own.”

Caleb licked his bottom lip. His gaze was riveted to McBride’s every move. He made no effort to look away, stop him, or leave, even when McBride retrieved the lotion from the top of the vanity. After pouring a generous dollop into his hand, he smoothed it over his throbbing prick. Cupping his fist tighter, he forced his cock between his clenched fingers. While he did this, he thought of Caleb’s mouth. When he looked over, Caleb was caressing his cock through his shorts.

“Here.” McBride tossed him the lotion. Caleb caught the bottle and glared down at it. “Since we can’t touch each other, this might be the next best thing.”

McBride didn’t think he was going to join him, but a new look, a kind of what-could-it-hurt look, came over Caleb’s face. Taking a stance so that his back was against the door, protecting them against anyone accidentally coming in, Caleb flipped the fastener of his shorts down. He wore nothing below, so once the shorts were moved out of the way, his thick cock jutted out from his body.

McBride wanted to taste him, but when he took a step toward him, Caleb wagged his finger.

“We each stay on our side of the room.”

“Fine.” McBride wanted to be angry, but Caleb’s reason for putting distance between them was to protect him should Caleb have been infected. It was sweet, and probably unnecessary, but it was more telling than Caleb thought.

After squirting some lotion in his hand, he tossed the bottle aside and then wrapped a lotion-slick fist around his cock. He kept his head lowered but lifted his gaze to McBride. The expression on his face was submissive and alpha all at the same time. It pushed another jolt of pleasure down McBride’s spine, hardening his cock and increasing his desire to ultimately claim Caleb as his mate. But the urge to assert his dominance over Caleb became almost irresistible when Caleb uttered a whimpering growl. The sound was guttural and raw. As McBride watched him, all he could think about was hearing Caleb make that noise while McBride eased his cock inside his ass.

“I can see how badly you want me.” Caleb peered into McBride’s eyes.

“You don’t have to look for clues when I’ve told you in no uncertain terms.” McBride eased back on his strokes because he didn’t want to go off too fast. “If you need further reassurance, I could show you, too.”

Caleb chuckled and lifted his head. “What would you do to me?”

“Story time?”

“Indulge me.”

“I don’t think you’d like what I have in mind.”

One black brow lifted high. “Oh? Just how rough and perverted were you planning on getting?”

“Nothing so dark and twisted.” McBride should have spun a tale of ripe depravity, but he didn’t have it in him. “I’d need three candles to do what I really want to do. Black for the body, white for the soul, and red for the blood.”

A flicker of longing turned the sexual heat in Caleb’s gaze to a hunger for something far deeper and more profoundly emotional. As quickly as it surfaced, the spark was gone, crushed when Caleb closed his eyes and shook his head. When he looked at McBride again, there was a wall between them that hadn’t been there just moments ago.

“Now you know exactly how difficult it was for me to resist you.”

“I always knew.” Caleb closed his eyes. “I just want to finish this and go.”

“Fine.” Rather than push Caleb by telling him the about the way he’d always envisioned their bloodbonding, McBride let that go for now and instead focused on completing their mutual masturbation session. He still wanted to climax, but he no longer felt the powerful connection to Caleb, and that was going to make his release far weaker than it could have been. Realizing what he was doing was no longer arousing him, McBride stopped. Just moments ago he thought this would satisfy him, at least temporarily, but now he knew it wouldn’t. “This is absurd.”

Before Caleb could answer, McBride left the bedroom and went into his bathroom. The tile and all the fixtures were white, but the furnishings—towels, shower curtain, rug—were all a stunning crimson. Had the room been small, it would have looked garish or overwhelming, but the bathroom was large since it was shared by two rooms. The other bedroom was empty, just like the rest of the rooms on this side of the wing.

“You’re going to get me all worked up and then walk away?” Caleb’s silky voice was right behind him.

“I thought you were afraid of infecting me?”

“Maybe I don’t care anymore.”

“You care.” McBride turned on the water and then fiddled with the knobs to get the perfect temperature. “You would have killed Jonas or left if you didn’t.”

“Stop throwing that in my face, or I might just stomp my way downstairs and take care of the matter.” Caleb was leaning against the door, yanking at the laces of his boots. Once he had them free, he shimmied down his shorts. “We’re not done.”

“I am.” Ignoring him, McBride stepped into the shower. He closed his eyes and let the water flow over him. Oddly, he felt better almost instantly. The urge to climax was still there, but it wasn’t nearly as pressing.

“I say we’re not.” Caleb stepped into the shower, swallowing up what little space there was after McBride entered.

“I think you’re taking this temporary boss thing a little too—”

Caleb cut him off with a kiss that about made McBride climax. It was tough yet tender, saying all the things that Caleb didn’t seem to be able to say with words. It was lust, longing, and—oh, God, could it be love?

Heedless of the danger, McBride embraced him, loving the way Caleb’s buttocks fit into his palms as if he were made for him. High and tight, his ass was so perfect McBride wanted to build a shrine to him. Since he didn’t have the knowledge or the tools to do so, he thought he could still worship him with silent praise. To that end, McBride stroked his hands down, cupping the very edge of his ass, then lifting it up, pressing Caleb against him.

Caleb grasped McBride’s buttocks into his hands and did the same, which forced their two cocks to rub together and then become crushed between their bellies. When Caleb rocked his hips, McBride followed suit. Soon they were right back to the heat of the moment they’d lost. The urge to find release pressed hard on McBride, tightening his grip on Caleb, deepening his thrusts.

“I want to be inside you.”

“Not here. Not now.” Caleb tilted his head to the side. “Feed.”

McBride’s canines extended so fast it was almost painful. He lowered his head to Caleb’s neck. As much as he wanted to take the time and tease his scar, he was too ravenous to do so. Opening his mouth wide, he bit down hard and drew a great swallow right as they climaxed together. Caleb’s blood tasted sweeter and hotter than McBride remembered. He couldn’t imagine feeding from anyone but him no matter how thirsty he was. As McBride drank deeply of Caleb’s blood, he swore that no matter what he had to do, he would claim Caleb as his own.

Karsten’s scream startled Devon back. He almost slipped, but he grasped the handle on the wall of the tub area. He’d always wondered what that metal bar was for, but now he was eternally grateful it was there, or he would have fallen and taken Karsten with him. Karsten’s cry had shocked him out of his bliss and truncated his release. He’d been right in the middle of spilling between Karsten tight little thighs when he’d screamed.

“Karsten, what’s wrong?”

His bright blue eyes were so big they dominated his face. His mouth opened and closed, but he was unable to say anything. When he reached up and grasped his neck, Devon understood in a sickening rush.

“I’m sorry. Oh, Karsten. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” But that wasn’t quite true. Lust had pushed aside his concern. In that moment of release, he’d been blind to everything but his own needs. He’d wanted to feed when he orgasmed. It was that simple. And that one mindless reaction had destroyed the trust he’d built with Karsten.

When he reached for Karsten, he stepped backward and started to slide. Devon grabbed him, which made him utter another shocked cry, but if Devon let go, Karsten was going to be hurt far worse by smacking into the porcelain.

“Stop. I don’t want you to get—
hurt
.” Devon lost his grip on Karsten and on the very slippery floor of the tub. He was unable to grasp the bar since he was trying to regain his hold on Karsten. They went down together. The only thing Devon was able to do was go down under Karsten so rather than hitting the tub, he landed on him. Thankfully, Karsten was light, and the smack into Devon’s hip hurt but not as bad as Karsten would have gotten hurt otherwise. Water and rubber ducks went flying out of the tub, making a mess on the floor. It took a moment to right himself and Karsten, but once he did, he looked around at the carnage.

“I’m so sorry.” Karsten was looking at the bathroom floor.

“I don’t care about that.” Devon reached for Karsten’s hand, relieved when he didn’t flinch away or cry out. “Are you okay?”

“I was so scared when I felt you at my neck.” He didn’t reach up to touch himself, but it was clear he wanted to. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but I suddenly thought of those men. I overreacted.”

“You panicked. It’s okay.” Devon was shaking from a combination of adrenaline and chilled skin from the loss of warmth from the water.

“I ruined your bathroom.”

“It’s only water.”

“And ducks.” Karsten looked up at him.

The absurdity of the situation made Devon laugh. After a moment of surprise, Karsten laughed with him.

“Stay right here.” Devon turned the water on and set the temperature. He held back two towels so they could dry off, but the rest of the stack he tossed onto the floor. He used them to mop up the mess. Whenever he hit a ducky, he tossed it into the tub with Karsten. Once the towels were sopping wet, he took them into the kitchen, dumping them into the sink. He wrung them out and then went back into the bathroom to blot up more water.

“I should help.”

“You should stay right where I put you.” Devon tried to look harsh, but Karsten seemed to know he wasn’t serious. But he did stay in the tub. “You need to tend to the ducks. I’m sure that scared them.”

Karsten giggled. “How is it that you’re not angry?”

“Because it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was!”

“Okay, fine. It was your fault. But you couldn’t help it. I should have remembered that doing something like that would frighten you.” Devon paused in his mopping of the floor with the towels. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never had a thirst for blood like that before.”

“Because you’ve never been with someone. Or have you?”

“No. Never.” Devon looked up. “Did they…” He wasn’t sure how to ask.

“They had me bound up with my back to the wall. If they could have reached, they would have.”

“But they didn’t.”

“No.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me, too.”

Devon turned away before Karsten could read the concern in his face.

“You don’t have to look away. I know what you want to ask.”

“Nothing. I’m good.” Devon took out the last towel and stood in the kitchen for a moment. Mercifully, his cock was soft now, so he didn’t have to remind Karsten of what had happened. But his blood hunger. That was not going to go away so easily. His teeth pushed out from his gums for the first time in his life. The spot where they emerged was raw, and the teeth themselves itched to the point he was sucking at the tips with his tongue.

“It’s okay.”

Devon jerked his head up and found Karsten in the kitchen doorway.

“I know you can’t help it. From what our thrall master said, it’s instinctual. Blood and sex will always be inextricably linked in your body.”

“I can control it.”

“You can’t.”

“I’m not going to bite you against your will.” Devon would put something over his teeth or Karsten’s neck—a guard of some sort—if he had to.