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wounds but utterly fascinated by everyone else’s. Clearly, he had some disrupted circuit in his brain. A blood-saturated crime scene didn’t bother him in the least, but he grew nauseous when he nicked himself shaving.
    Renner knelt down and carefully inspected Quintus’s wound. He touched lightly around the area while Quintus kept his attention on the ceiling.
    “You deal with blood every day.” McBride leaned into Quintus’s line of sight.
    “Not my own.”
    “Ah.” McBride moved back, and after a moment Quintus realized he was kneeling down by Renner because he could feel McBride’s breath against the hairs of his leg. “Is it broken?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “That’s a relief.”
    “This might hurt,” Renner said right before pressed a wet cloth against the wound.
    Quintus grit his teeth not to cry out. He wasn’t entirely successful.
    “Can we give him anything for the pain?” McBride was standing again, clearly intent on getting whatever Renner needed.
    “Ask the butler if we have something.” Renner rose up so he could look at Quintus. “Are you a drinking man?”
    Taken aback by the question, Quintus shrugged. “No more than any other, I suppose.”
    “I was thinking a shot or two might relax you.”
    “Oh. Right.” Quintus nodded. “Whisky if you have it.”
    “On my way.” McBride was off, clearly pleased to have something to do.
    Renner returned to his kneeling position by the bed. He held the cloth over the wound, which made Quintus brave enough to look down. After seeing Renner’s tanned hand against the white cloth, Quintus looked up into his eyes.
    There was a moment of perfect awareness where it seemed to him they were destined to come together in some way. Quintus lowered his gaze to Renner’s neck. Since his shirt was opened around the collar, his bronzed neck was almost fully exposed. A vein pulsed below his skin. Sweat had captured some of the black dust, making him seem harder than he was, but it didn’t dissuade Quintus. He wanted to bite him and taste the salt of his sweat mixed with the bits of dirt and then the rich hot gush of his blood. Even though he knew this slammer was McBride’s and McBride’s mark was on Renner’s neck, there wasn’t anything marring his skin on the side Quintus was looking at. In his mind, he could pretend Renner was untouched and begging for his first bite.
    In a dual wave, Quintus’s teeth extended and so did his cock. There was no question in his mind that Renner noticed because he blushed lightly.
    “Do you want to feed?”
    Quintus shook his head. He’d never fed from a slammer, but starting with McBride’s property didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
    “I would ask my master first, of course. But since you’re going to live here, I’m sure he’ll give you access to me—us—all my brothers. It’s part of our duty to him.”
    “McBride feeds from all of you?”
    “He’s a very thirsty man.” Renner’s gaze dropped down to Quintus’s cock. The pulsing tool strained against his clinging blue underwear. If he continued to get aroused, it was going to push up through the elastic waistband. How would it look if McBride returned and Quintus was here, teeth extended and cock hard, while McBride’s slammer was easing his hand up his thigh?
    “What are you doing?” Quintus barely managed a whisper. He was hypnotized by the contrast between his pale skin and the darkness of Renner’s.
    “I—my apologies, sir!” Renner shot to his feet. He looked down at his hand as if the thing had a mind of its own. “I don’t know what came over me.”
    “I do.” It was the same thing that came over Quintus himself. “You were just going to cover me up.” Quintus pulled on the bedclothes until he gathered up enough slack to toss over his hips. “There. Now you can go back to tending to my wound.”
    Renner swallowed hard and looked as if he would bolt, but ultimately, he returned to the floor and picked up where he’d