Ollie Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free Page B

unmarked neck for Jonas’s hunger. He’d tried to go slowly, to not draw too much, but he hadn’t fed in so long he was positively ravenous. “I shouldn’t feed from you again. You’re already too pale. Surely, if we aren’t careful, that is what will tip McBride off to my presence.”
    “He thinks I’m ill, so I don’t think it will make him any more worried than he already is.”
    “Not today, perhaps, but eventually. You can’t feign illness for the rest of your days.” Jonas stroked the fresh scar and watched as Ollie bared his neck even more. He was always such an eager slammer when it came time for Jonas to feed. His brothers had given up their necks without a struggle, but Ollie had always done so with relish. “You always offered up yourself so easily.”
    “I wanted you.”
    “But last night, you let McBride feed.”
    Ollie moved back a bit so they could look at one another. “I have to let him feed from me.”
    “I know. I wasn’t trying to say you should resist.” Jonas wanted Ollie all for himself, but he couldn’t demand that. If he were to become the thrall he so desperately wanted to be, he had no rights at all but for those granted to him by his slammer. Intuitively, he knew Ollie would be a most benevolent master, but that also meant that Jonas would be subject to McBride’s rule as well. Although that wouldn’t be much of an issue, because as soon as McBride realized Jonas was here, he would undoubtedly cast him out.
    “You could have had me.” Torment darkened Ollie’s beautiful eyes. “Why didn’t you take me with you when you went?”
    “I knew if I did I would get caught out. I couldn’t hide my love for you. I thought if I left—”
    “With a thrall!” Ollie cut in accusingly.
    “Zeth came to provide me with blood.” That was the one aspect of his class he couldn’t escape no matter what he did. A real thrall, a true thrall, was born without the need to feed on anything but food. Blood cravings would be with Jonas until the day he died. But he thought that if only he drank from Ollie, who was quite big and powerful, he could be completely satisfied.
    “I could have done that for you.”
    “We would have gotten caught.” Jonas wanted to move away from Ollie and hash everything out, but Ollie refused to release his hold on him.
    “Did you love him?”
    “He was a boy.” Jonas had sold Zeth to a landed gentryman in order to get passage back to Woven Spire. He had quickly found out that putting distance between himself and Ollie had done nothing to lessen his longings.
    “You were the one who brought him here,” Ollie reminded.
    “For McBride.”
    “McBride’s father?”
    “Yes.” Once a landed gentryman passed on, his son took all his possessions and his name. The deceased was then referred to as father . It was confusing since clones had the same first and last names as the original. As far back as the original Genetics Board went, there had been a McBride series. “McBride’s father refused to feed from you or your brothers. I thought he might be interested in…” Jonas trailed off. His attempts to get his companion to feed were met with fear and resistance, but what had happened with Zeth was even stranger than Jonas had ever imagined. “The point is I failed to help McBride’s father. He died. I had to flee, or they would have found out what I was having you do to me.”
    “I don’t feel any shame in what we do.” Ollie stiffened his spine, which made him seem even bigger than he was.
    “Neither do I, but we would be the only two who don’t.”
    “Just last night I told McBride how I felt about you.”
    “What?” Jonas felt his stomach drop.
    “Not like that. I didn’t know you were coming. But one of my brothers, probably Gannon, must have said something to him about you and me because McBride asked about us. I think McBride was worried that I would not be able to take a mate because he thought I was traumatized.”
    Jonas felt his heart