Authors: Anitra Lynn McLeod
Tags: #Romance
“Can I suck him now?” Bailey’s eyes were shiny and overbright. He was a willing student who remembered his lessons well. McBride had only had to show him once how to grip and twist the buds of the
tallos
so as not to damage the fibers within. Why hadn’t his father ever bothered with a simple instruction that would have produced much finer fibers? It was strange, but no more odd than the
tallos
itself. How curious the outsides of the plant were so viciously strong with dangerous barbs but the interior was delicate. When picked properly, the
tallos
could then be transformed into the most luxurious fabric in the galaxy. As a
tallos
farmer, all of McBride’s clothing was fashioned from the fibers he grew.
“Let me show you another way.” Given that Bailey would be the strong one in the relationship, he didn’t think it quite proper for Bailey to be on his knees while he was sucking off Ferris. Not that either man was sophisticated enough to know the delicate nature of power exchanges, but it bothered McBride. Should they come to that on their own, then it wouldn’t matter to him because he would not know of it, but he certainly wouldn’t teach it to them. It would be like him on his knees in service to another man. The very notion was ludicrous. “Move up onto the bed and lay on your back.”
Ferris moved backward until he was in the center of the big bed. He relaxed on his back. Clearly, he was excited, given the way his prick moved up and down in time with his heartbeat.
“Climb up beside him.”
Bailey did.
“Remove the items from around the base and tip of his cock.”
Once he had, Bailey didn’t wait. Without any further prompting he descended on his companion’s cock. He did to Ferris what Ferris had done to him. Bailey gently cradled his balls while sucking diligently at the tip of his prick.
“Since he is smaller than you, Bailey, you should be able to take him deeper into your mouth.”
When Bailey sucked Ferris’s cock in down to the base, Ferris’s eyes went wide and he bucked frantically.
“He’s going to come, so brace yourself.”
Ferris arched and pumped while Bailey gulped and caressed his balls. Once he’d drained him, Bailey rose and kissed Ferris so he could taste himself. Another surge of longing swept McBride. Soon, he would take the time to find himself a mate, but he had to tend to his slammers’ needs first. That was the right thing to do. As difficult as it was, he knew he had to see to getting all seven brothers paired up.
“Now that you are both more relaxed, I suggest that you lie together and hold one another. Talk of what you’ve done and lightly explore each other. Don’t try to arouse, just soothe.” McBride settled on the edge of the bed and pulled on his skivvies and trousers. He’d felt more comfortable instructing them in the nude so he wouldn’t seem so much removed from them, but now he wanted to cover up before he moved on to his next task of the evening.
“Are you going?” Bailey seemed a little worried to be alone with Ferris. It was sweet how concerned he was about doing right by his new companion. Normally, Bailey was very prideful. Even when he didn’t know the right thing to do, he would often act as if he did. McBride decided he behaved this way after years of being teased by his brothers. They were forever taunting him with things he didn’t know, and it had shaped Bailey. He wasn’t a bad man by any stretch, just very reluctant to reveal his ignorance and be made a fool of. Still, McBride had no worries that Bailey would be very good to Ferris. If they were lucky, they might even fall in love. That would be a great blessing, but McBride wasn’t going to suggest it. If it didn’t happen on its own, he didn’t want either of them to worry they had done something wrong.
“I’m only going for a bit.” McBride pulled on his socks and boots. “I need to feed, but it won’t take long.” He stood and smiled down at them. “By the time I return, you two will be ready for your first penetration.”
Both of them grinned happily then fell to kissing again. Marveling at their sweetness, McBride exited Bailey’s house and walked across the cul-de-sac to Caleb’s. By right, he didn’t have to knock, but he did just to be polite.
“What?” Caleb snarled as he yanked the door open. Since hardly a second had passed from the time he knocked to the time Caleb opened the door, McBride figured the monstrous man had been standing nearby, probably so he could peer out the glass window in the door and watch Bailey’s house. “Do you need a real man to show that pup how things are done?”
McBride’s urge to be polite faded in direct proportion to Caleb’s nastiness. Placing his hand in the center of Caleb’s bare chest, McBride shoved hard, pushing him into the house. He stepped in and slammed the door behind him.
“Present your neck.”
Caleb lowered his head but held eye contact, which made his dangerous green eyes seem even more treacherous. He matched McBride’s height of six foot eight and his weight was also about three hundred pounds, damn near all of it muscle. In many ways, they were fairly evenly matched, but not where it counted in status.
“Are you ignoring my order?” McBride grinned and traced his finger down Caleb’s sweat-soaked chest. “I’d be happy to get the prod.”
“Why don’t you put me in the stocks?”
“You aren’t as big a rebel as you think, Caleb.” McBride moved incrementally closer to show he had no fear of him when in fact, McBride did. But he didn’t worry about Caleb overpowering him, no, that wasn’t McBride’s concern at all. What he feared was his own curious fascination for Caleb. The thought of putting him in the stocks was too damn close to the vision he’d had the last time he’d been to the grindhouse. With his fingers digging into the flesh of the grinder’s ass, McBride had pictured Caleb bending over in front of him, taking the full length of his prick between his muscular buttocks.
“Why don’t you see if you’re strong enough to take me on your own?” Caleb took a half step toward McBride, inserting himself directly into his personal space.
This close, McBride could smell his body. The sweat was fresh, and rather than repelling him, it lured him closer. McBride had an insane urge to lick Caleb’s chest and taste him. He wanted to put him in the stocks, not so he could have easy access to his neck, but so that he could perform the ultimate punishment on him by penetrating him. Only in that case could a man such as himself have the right to fuck a man he owned. In that circumstance, the act wasn’t seen as one of pleasure for ether man, but a punishment for the owned man and a chore for the man who owned him. However, McBride knew that was potentially risky. Mixing bloodlust with sexual needs was a sure way to create a bloodbond. By law, McBride could feed from his slammers, masturbate while drinking from them, and fuck them to punish them, but that was all. Given his rather precarious emotional state lately, McBride felt he would be wise to keep his sexual needs and his blood needs as far from one another as he possibly could.
“Bare your neck, Caleb.”
With a smirk, Caleb tilted his head to the side.
McBride reached out and smoothed his hand against the spot he preferred for feeding. Flicking his fingertip over that area caused Caleb to groan. When McBride looked down, he saw Caleb’s cock pressed against the thin fabric of his
tallos
-picking suit. Caleb had pushed the shoulders off and allowed the upper fabric of the jumper to bunch up around his waist. The pants did hardly anything to cover him up since he was nude below the thin weave. To say he was a big man was to damn him with faint praise. Everywhere, in all aspects, Caleb was monstrous.
Before he even went looking, McBride knew he’d have to leave Caleb’s companion for last. He was going to have a devil of a time finding someone who could handle him. Besides his sheer massiveness, he was quick tempered, arrogant, disagreeable, and generally oppositional to everyone he met, no matter who they were or what they wanted. Sometimes, McBride felt Caleb argued for the sheer sake of fighting rather than any strong stance on any particular issue.
Hungry now to have his master feed, Caleb gathered the strands of his long black hair. He was so drenched in sweat that all of his hair lay plastered against his head, neck, chest, and back. It made McBride wonder exactly what he’d been doing while peering out the little window in his door. But he forgot about that when Caleb pulled the strands of his hair together and tossed it over the opposite shoulder so that it draped down to the edge of his nipple.
Intrigued, McBride pinched his nipple between forefinger and thumb. Caleb arched just as young Ferris had, but rather than whimper, Caleb growled.
“Why do you always defy me when you know you enjoy my taking your blood?” McBride had been nothing but generous to Caleb and his brothers. The other men appreciated him, and all he had to do was walk into their homes with his hunger and they willingly offered their necks. But not Caleb. He fought. Every. Single. Time.
“Because it excites you.”
McBride startled. He’d never considered that notion. But now, looking at Caleb’s massive body, smelling his powerful scent, McBride was indeed aroused by more than his physical presence. It was all that Caleb embodied rather than a fixation on any one aspect.
“You gonna let me stroke myself while you feed?”
“No.” McBride flicked his finger over the scar again, loving the way Caleb struggled to remain impassive. “I rather like the idea of you suffering.”
“Do you?” Caleb lifted his head. “I like the idea of your cream flowing from my touch.”
Before he could move aside, Caleb planted his massive hand on McBride’s cock. Rather than squeeze and hurt him, Caleb caressed him with delicate finesse. Should he be allowed to continue, McBride would climax, and that would lessen him in Caleb’s eyes. A landed gentryman did not seek pleasure from the men he owned. It was considered in poor taste and showed a clear lack of refinement. A grindhouse had trained men who were big enough to be attractive but utterly submissive and happy to handle the brute force of an alpha. Caleb was clearly big enough to handle what McBride could dish out, but to demand sex from him would reveal a weakness in McBride’s character. However, should McBride choose to publicly punish him by fucking his combative ass…but no. Again, that slippery slope of need, lust, and blood was one McBride was determined to avoid.
“Your only importance to me is as a worker and a blood donor.” McBride pushed Caleb’s hand away. “Touch yourself and I shall have you chained.”
Caleb laughed as he peeled off his
tallos
suit. Nude, he assumed the drinking position by placing himself on a low-backed chair. “Come, master McBride. Drink from your very willing manservant.”
“You’re a slammer.” When McBride reminded him of his status, one corner of Caleb’s lip lifted in a snarl. “Manservant is one who is paid, not owned.” Tormenting him for his insolence, McBride got behind the seated Caleb and let his hot breath caress his favorite feeding spot. “I own you.”
“I know what I am.” Caleb seemed done resisting him, but rather than staying seated, he rose. He stood with his neck bared and his eyes downcast.
McBride’s extended teeth itched unbearably now. Even if he tried to walk away, his instincts wouldn’t let him. He needed to feed. If he didn’t, he feared what he would do when he returned to Bailey and young Ferris. Determined to finish what he started, McBride stepped closer to Caleb. He breathed through his mouth to avoid any more of his enticing scent, but the pleasant aroma filled his lungs and his nose anyway. His essence hardened McBride’s cock.
Damn
. McBride had chosen Caleb to feed from to avoid the confusion of bloodlust, sexual lust, and emotional closeness all becoming entwined, but it seemed to have happened anyway. But it was too late for him to go to another. If he did, Caleb would know McBride was losing control. That would be dangerous information for Caleb to have.
McBride grabbed the hank of his hair and pulled, making the skin of Caleb’s neck go taut. With the speed of lightning, he descended and latched on to him. McBride couldn’t stop a small grin of triumph when Caleb uttered a whimpering cry of pleasure. He could talk big, resist, and be a general pain in the ass, but the pure fact was Caleb enjoyed being drunk from.
With his mouth occupied, McBride had no choice but to breathe through his nose. Caleb’s delicious odor hardened him even more. McBride would have had no problem pleasuring himself with any of the other brothers, but he never did with Caleb. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he feared it would make him look weak or somehow further cement his strange attraction to him.
Caleb moved closer and his bare cock pressed into McBride’s hip. The feel of his pulsing prick pushed up McBride’s pleasure to a dangerous degree.
“I’ve always wanted you. Always.”
McBride wasn’t certain if Caleb had actually spoken those words, or if McBride only wished he had. He couldn’t be sure because the blood was filling his belly, making him sweat as it warmed him and further tightened his cock.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to drink from me and fuck me at the same time.”
McBride shook the idea away. Only with his companion would he do such a thing. Only then could he allow the three lusts to converge. That simply couldn’t happen with Caleb.
“Touch me, master McBride. Feel what you do to my cock.”
Caleb forced McBride’s hand to release his hair then pulled it down to his shaft. McBride wrapped his fist around Caleb’s prick, loving the heavy weight, the hazardous firmness, the thick jungle of his hair. In turn, Caleb opened McBride’s trousers then wrapped his hand around McBride’s cock.