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think he was more shaken from fear than from pain.” When Renner thought that made Quintus sound weak, he added, “The injury obviously hurts, but it’s not life threatening. He’s not a pansy. Or weak. He’s very strong, and brave, and—” Renner shut himself up before he made a total fool of himself.
    “Good.” McBride stood away from the house. “If he needs anything, let me know.”
    “Should I—” Renner cut himself off from asking what he’d been about to ask. It wasn’t any of his concern. He was afraid if he mentioned it, he would give himself away.
    “Ask.”
    Trapped, Renner lowered his head. “If he wants to feed, is it okay if I do that?”
    “Of course.” McBride tilted his head like he wasn’t sure why Renner was asking. “Did something happen?”
    “What?” Up came Renner’s head.
    “You seem upset.”
    “I’m just…I felt funny.” Renner wanted to stuff his hand in his mouth to shut himself up, but he’d probably bite the thing off and keep going anyway.
    “Funny?” McBride moved closer. “Because he marked the other side of your neck?”
    Thankful for being handed a way out, Renner nodded. The truth was he’d felt funny about the surge of totally inappropriate feelings he’d had for Quintus.
    “That’s okay. If he ends up as my mate, he should have his own scar on my slammers. Well, our slammers.” McBride smiled as he said our , but the joy never quite touched his eyes. “We’ll share everything.”
    Renner nodded enthusiastically.
    “Are you sure that’s all?” McBride frowned as he considered Renner.
    “I just—I don’t want to hurt him. Or anyone. I’ve only read one book on medical care, so I’m no expert.” Actually, that wasn’t too far from the truth. Renner didn’t want to injure anyone by what he did either with his care or his uncontrollable urges.
    “You’re the closest thing we have to an expert.” McBride wrapped his arm around Renner’s shoulders, giving him a sideways hug. “I know you’ll do your best.”
    “I will.” Renner vowed that he would do his best to heal Quintus and keep his hands off him no matter how many times he had to run home and stroke himself. But next time the urge hit, he’d go to his bedroom and prop the chair up against the door. No matter what, he wasn’t going to get caught doing that again or doing anything inappropriate with McBride’s future mate.

Chapter 6

    Quintus tried to sleep, but he couldn’t when the taste of Renner’s blood lingered on his tongue. Bagged blood had kept him healthy and satisfied all his life, but now that he’d tasted the gushing richness from a man’s neck, he knew he could never go back. What astonished him was that he’d read the very act of drinking aroused both drinker and drinkee, but he hadn’t grasped why. How could something as basic as sustenance give such profound pleasure? Now that he’d braved doing the act himself, he knew why.
    Drinking blood directly from a man’s neck was inherently intimate. He had to get close enough to Renner to smell his body and feel his heat. Without even being able to see his cock, Quintus knew he was aroused, too, because Renner rocked his hips against the edge of the mattress. There was no mistaking the lust of that particular motion. Besides, when he stood up, his arousal was apparent.
    “It was also what made him run away.” Quintus shook his head and buried his face under the covers. He’d been shocked when Renner’s hand started traveling up his thigh, but he hadn’t really wanted him to stop. Not when the idea of those work-worn hands around the soft skin of his cock would be wickedly sensual in terms of contrasts.
    And to think that Quintus had always avoided drinking directly from another man because he thought the very act was unhygienic. Bagged blood seemed more refined and safe somehow. But what it lacked was the raw physicality of actual contact. Man to man and body to body engaged all of his senses where drinking