Caleb Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 7] by Anitra Lynn McLeod Read Free Book Online Page B

sudden blood hunger than anything else, he murmured, “He was too scared to say much.”
    “Did you—never mind.” McBride shook his head, flinging a single drop of blood onto Caleb’s arm.
    Caleb stared at the crimson splatter for what felt like a solid hour. The urge to lick it shook him to the core. Such a small drop of blood wouldn’t bind them, but the taste of it might make him crazed for more. What seemed a lifetime ago, Caleb had nicked the tip of McBride’s finger and sucked at the pearl of blood. In that moment, he’d luxuriated in the taste of his master, but what he’d been thinking about at the time was performing the same motion on McBride’s cock. But then he remembered when they’d been in the shower together, and McBride had tried to bind them. He’d spit his blood out because he wasn’t ready then and he wasn’t so sure he was now.
    In the end, Caleb lifted his arm and licked the drop of blood. McBride’s essence exploded in his mouth, making his teeth itch and his cock harden.
    A low, slow groan caused him to look up.
    McBride had witnessed what he’d done. “I need to know.”
    “You have the worst timing.”
    “I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”
    Caleb brushed his hair back tenderly, loving the way McBride moved forward into his caress. “Rather than tell you, let me show you.” Caleb traced his finger down to McBride’s injured ear. Carefully, he swiped his finger against the still-bleeding wound, and then put his finger in his mouth.
    After another groan, McBride moved closer.
    For a moment, Caleb thought they would toss caution to the wind and go at one another hungrily right here in the foyer, but the sensual spell was broken when Ollie entered with a covered plate. McBride stepped back with smooth precision. It was as if they’d never been pressed closely together at all.
    Ollie offered out the covered plate to McBride, but Caleb took it into his hands first.
    “So you’re coming with me?”
    “I am.”
    A curious look crossed McBride’s face, but Caleb couldn’t read it, and then McBride was opening the door. The first thing that struck Caleb was how cool the evening had turned. As soon as he stepped out, his nipples hardened. He realized going over to the little house in an aroused state would absolutely send the wrong message to the thrall, but there wasn’t a lot he could do to tame his hormones. McBride always brought out his basest urges. From the moment Caleb had seen him, he’d wanted him. That yearning had never abated for long.
    “Were you able to get any information out of him at all?”
    “Not really.” Caleb left off rubbing his teeth with his tongue since that only seemed to aggravate his hunger. “He said he was kept blindfolded.”
    “He wasn’t used?”
    “Not from what I could tell.”
    “I noticed you checked him out rather thoroughly.”
    Caleb heard the jealousy in McBride’s tone. “I was playing a part.”
    “You played it very well.”
    “Would you have had me play it badly?” Caleb’s grip tightened on the plate.
    “Not at all. I’m just a little concerned you managed it so perfectly.”
    Caleb stopped about twenty feet from Ollie’s house. “Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on?”
    “Nothing. Let’s just get this over with. We can talk later.” McBride looked to continue on, but Caleb reached out his free hand and grasped his shoulder.
    “Not later. Too many times we’ve fucked things up because we wouldn’t listen, we’d lie, or we’d imagine things that weren’t true.”
    “Now you want to talk?” McBride scratched at his ear and got a smearing of blood for his trouble. With a few softly mumbled swears, he took his rag out of his pocket and pressed it to his ear. “Where was this man when I was pouring my heart out at the dinner table?”
    “Did you really expect me to stand up and start telling you exactly how I felt in front of everyone?” Caleb couldn’t imagine a more terrifying