Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod

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