Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Free

massive entrance door barely slowed Caleb down, and then he was taking McBride up the stairs and into his bedroom. One of his ancestors, probably the one who built the house, had fashioned the entire room of blue. It was an overtly masculine room with large mahogany furniture and dark-navy accents. It was a soothing room. McBride felt far more comfortable here than he had in the master suit.
    Caleb carried McBride into his bedroom as if McBride weighed no more than bundle of picked tallos . Carefully, Caleb bent so that McBride was standing on his feet, but he didn’t let go. He rose and then maneuvered him into the bed so that he was on his back. The mattress felt sinfully soft after the rough planks of the porch.
    When Caleb leaned over to get him more fully situated, McBride was able to smell the pine-infused soap he favored. McBride had a sudden urge to bite him in order to taste that essence mixed with the rich, thick pleasure of his blood, but he didn’t think he even had the strength to open his mouth let alone feed.
    Another flash of memory hit, reminding him that he’d offered to make Caleb his mate and Caleb had declined even though he’d admitted that he wanted McBride. Caleb simply refused to barter his needs for his brother’s protection. If he couldn’t free his brother from Jonas, then he wanted to leave so he didn’t have to see them together. That was Caleb in a nutshell. He’d rather walk away than have to face an intolerable situation. Even the lure of finally having a relationship with McBride wasn’t enough to keep him on the farm. When he’d realized the truth, McBride had been infuriated. After overcoming all his conflicts and internal struggles to keep his hands off Caleb, when he finally realized that they could be together, Caleb was now pushing him away rather than pulling him close. In his hunger, McBride had actually gotten dangerously close to taking advantage of the bound Caleb.
    “I’m sorry.” The words were barely a whisper.
    “For what?” Caleb didn’t meet his gaze. Instead he fussed with removing McBride’s boots.
    “I shouldn’t have bound you up and tried to bite you.”
    Caleb nodded, but he still didn’t look up.
    “Are you…” McBride swallowed down the rest of his question. He wondered what Caleb would do but sadly realized he wasn’t in any position to do anything about his decision.
    “I’m not leaving you.” After a moment, Caleb looked up. His eyes were as fierce as ever, but there was a softness to his features that had never been there before.
    “Are you going to kill Jonas?”
    Rather than answer, Caleb turned away with McBride’s boots in his hands. Unable to do anything but watch, McBride stayed on his back, observing Caleb tuck his boots into the closet.
    “Why do you stay in this little room when the master suite is just down the hall?” Caleb kept his back to McBride as he straightened what few things there were in the closet.
    McBride should have kept his mouth shut, but he found the truth tumbling out against his best intentions. “Because this room has a much better view of your house.”
    Caleb turned. “That isn’t why.”
    Weakly, McBride laughed. “You are the most capricious man. I debated telling you the truth only to give in and do so, but you refuse to believe it.”
    “That’s not capriciousness.” His massive hands went to his hips, expanding his chest until he seemed to fill the entire room.
    “What is it then?”
    “It’s me being myself.”
    “Right.” McBride felt a wave of nausea wash over him, forcing his eyes closed.
    “What can I do?”
    When McBride blinked, he discovered Caleb was kneeling by his bedside. He moved fast and silently for such a big man. “I honestly don’t know.”
    “I’ll find a doctor and bring him here.” Caleb placed his hand against McBride’s forehead and brushed back his hair.
    “I’m sure the doctor is long gone along with everyone else in town.” McBride allowed Caleb to