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

didn’t know what size his mate would be. He’d always wanted a thrall who was petite and pretty, but with the way the world had shifted, he’d be happy just to have a real man in his bed.
    That thought caused him to flash back on the mechanical man Jonas had bought for the Morgan brothers when they’d first come to the farm. Devon had said something so raw and dirty that when he thought of it now, he blushed and slapped his hand to his mouth. His brothers had all gasped and taken a step back. Devon had surprised them so much they didn’t even do anything as the mechanical man squatted over him and did what he said. He’d told him to ride his cock, and the robot had. Although, that wasn’t quite how Devon had phrased his desire. Since he’d been reading Raw Ride on Rallon , Devon had used the crude terms of the hero, Varrto Narruto. In the moment, Devon had felt like an intergalactic hired gun who took what he wanted, lusted without care, and moved on without ever looking back. In real life, Devon had no desire to leave the little patch of land he now called home. He loved the tallos farm for the simplicity of living and the consistent rhythms of the fields. But for a brief, shining moment, he was someone utterly different than himself. That was truly why he loved books as much as he did. Becoming someone else for that span of time was enthralling.
    That thought dumped him right back into reality. If he wanted to keep the land he loved as his home, then he was duty bound to protect it. Devon straightened a bit to make himself feel more in control. The six-legged beast moved smoothly and swiftly toward the bend. Once they rounded the corner, they were headed down what everyone called the long drive.
    Straining forward in the saddle, Devon looked forward, hoping to see the interloper long before the interloper saw him. His hands were sweaty and his heart was hammering. Devon realized in real life he wasn’t a very good hero. He was afraid, and anyone looking at him would know it. Into his thoughts came a line from Shakespeare about a coward dying a thousand deaths and a hero dying but one. Or something like that. Basically, cowards died from their shame often because they simply couldn’t be brave where a hero rushed off to be, well, all heroic. When he died, he usually did so while being a champion. Devon couldn’t recall a single story where a hero died because he fell in the shower or got trampled by a dressiter . They died glorious deaths, and their ancestors sang their praises for generations.
    “But there was that one tale where he was collateral damage in a stampede.” Still, though, he’d been trying to stop the rampaging beasts from destroying his beloved’s farm. Devon had wept at the man’s death, and then he’d gotten angry that the character had been cheated out of his happily ever after. Thankfully, he hadn’t stopped reading, because the hero was so selfless the gods granted him a new body and a second chance. Even now, just thinking of that moment made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
    His feelings of peace faded as he continued to look down the long drive. Devon may have his head in the clouds most of the time, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew there would be no second chance for him. The gods were as mythical as the notion of being granted a second chance. One time around in this great old world was granted to everyone equally. No matter what class someone was—from grinder, to thrall, to slammer, to gentryman—everyone only got one shot at life. They all had to bow to the ultimate god of time. An hour was the same for all men. Devon’s only hope was that he would have many more hours so that he could experience all that there was to life, especially sex.
    In his books, the characters had shown him what it might be like to actually have sex, but each man experienced it in his own way. Devon wondered what it would be like for him. What he’d done with the mechanical man didn’t count. It was