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wound and drink. Closing his eyes, he wallowed in the sensual experience of feeding from another human. Nothing had ever tasted so good, but it was the fact that Renner’s blood was the very essence of life—that truth was what compelled him to keep drinking long after he had satisfied his thirst.
    Before he even realized what he was doing, Quintus pushed the bedding off his hips, shoved his hand down into his underwear, and stroked his cock. Right as he found release, he looked up and found McBride standing in the doorway.

Chapter 4

    McBride watched as Quintus drank from Renner. He had no intention of interrupting, not when he thought a good dose of blood would help him recover much quicker. But he wasn’t prepared for Quintus to frantically masturbate. His rough handling of his cock reminded McBride of the powerful needs Caleb evoked in him.
    When Quintus looked up and caught McBride watching, he felt a flash of shame for spying and, worse, becoming aroused by another man’s private moment. McBride shook his head and backed away from the door. Two steps and he realized he was still carrying the whisky, so he tucked that in the doorway and then hurried off down the stairs.
    He would come back after Quintus had a chance to feed and set himself to rights. But seeing him so hungry for blood sparked McBride’s hunger. He immediately thought of Caleb, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. Caleb had only returned to the farm because he must have realized the marauding slammers meant there probably wasn’t anyone left in town for him to work for. Or worse, Caleb realized that he wouldn’t be likely to find a thrall out there when all of them had either been used and abused or taken by other slammers.
    As to what Caleb would ultimately end up doing, McBride had no idea. He would probably stay and grow increasingly resentful. Or maybe he would try to make things work between them. That was something that McBride tried to tell himself he no longer wanted, but that wasn’t true. The problem was that now he had another gentryman. Caleb’s claim that McBride had brought him out to be his mate was not true, but that didn’t mean that McBride couldn’t do that now.
    Quintus was a handsome man. He and McBride probably had plenty of things in common. And coming together would be a way of keeping true to the law-abiding ways of their kind. However, that still left McBride with the issue of finding both Caleb and Renner mates. He’d given the brothers his word. Even though the world was in chaos, he still needed to hold true to his promise. Without mates, the two brothers would grow bitter. Seeing everyone else with a partner would eat away at them. To survive the trials to come, the two men needed someone to turn to for comfort.
    “But where in the world will I find thralls?” McBride considered the problem as he left the house and returned to the shed. Rather than lock all the weapons back up, he’d decided to keep the gun safe open so that if there was another attempted invasion, his men could arm themselves and repel them. McBride trusted them completely. If they were going to fight him to take over the land, they undoubtedly would have done so by now. He wondered if his generosity was what inspired their loyalty. That thought prompted him to do everything he could to ensure Renner and Caleb got the mates they needed. He wanted them healthy and happy.
    A trickle of annoyance caused McBride to grit his teeth. Every time he thought of Caleb with a tender young thrall in his arms, he cringed. Not only was Caleb so damn big he’d probably scare the poor boy half to death, but Caleb should be with McBride. Why in the world did that always strike him as the most normal coupling in the world? No matter how he tried to reject the notion, he simply couldn’t. He belonged with Caleb, and that was that. His body and brain didn’t care about the law or traditions or any of that. McBride wasn’t sure which part of him clung to the