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He just as quickly let him go then turned to McBride. “Can I kiss him?”
    “Of course. You’ll often find the taste of your satisfaction on your companion’s mouth is a powerful pleasure all of its own.” McBride couldn’t remember the last time he’d know that precise enjoyment. Long, long ago on a world far, far away he’d had a man he shared such intimacies with. He sighed. He’d been a boy then, and his pleasure had been taken with another boy at the learning institute. They were of the same class, so what they had done was not forbidden, but it had felt as if they were sneaking around, which added to the thrill of the encounters. Sadly, that boy had gone to another finishing school, while McBride stayed on that world to be educated to become a sheriff, just like his father. McBride had always hoped he’d see that boy again, but now, with a decade past, he couldn’t even remember his name. When he’d left, McBride swore he would never forget him, and in all honesty he hadn’t, but he simply couldn’t recall his full name. Perhaps it was for the best. McBride feared if he remembered he might be compelled to hunt him down and hope the sparks between them would fly again. Such a thought only came to him when he was desperately lonely.
    When McBride went to the grindhouses, sharing the flavor of a man’s pleasure on his mouth was not one of the things he did. That particular activity was something he only wanted to do with a man he cared about, not some nameless body who made all the sounds of pleasure but didn’t mean them. It was a painfully hollow experience, which was why he had been stroking himself rather than indulging in grinders. They did their job, and they would probably suck him then let him kiss them if he asked, but he couldn’t bear to kiss a man he didn’t honestly care about. For the half hour he spent fucking them, he imagined all kinds of things, but that was easy to do when their backs were to him, allowing him to close his eyes and picture…McBride shook his head. The last time he’d pictured something so inappropriate he couldn’t even allow himself to think of it now.
    Bailey kissed Ferris again, this time more slowly so he could taste his climax.
    “Do you like it?” McBride asked, trying not to be envious.
    “Yes. It’s good. I like that the taste is him and me mixed together.”
    McBride watched them kiss, and a curious pain filled his heart. He wanted someone to share his life with. Nights on the tallos farm were long and lonely. The only time he found a bit of peace was when he fed from one of his men. He’d been resisting for the last few nights because he feared becoming emotionally attached. Some men confused bloodlust, which was strictly a man’s need for the nourishment of blood, with the love of a bloodbond, which was a sex and blood exchange among fully mated men. McBride enjoyed feeding from his slammers, but he did not have sex with them, and he would never allow them to feed from him. The path of blood flowed one direction with him at the top of the chain—thrall to slammer to landed gentryman. Still, he’d found himself feeling more for his slammers than he should. He cared about their happiness and not just because doing so ensured they were receptive to his feedings. McBride liked the Morgan brothers. Even the volatile Caleb was growing on him. There was something about the snarling giant that intrigued McBride far more than it should. He wondered why Caleb was so angry, and how in the world would he ever find a thrall that would calm him?
    “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