Renner Morgan by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

undoubtedly a lusty man. He would want his mate daily if not several times a day. Since he was bigger, he would probably penetrate Quintus, but maybe not always. Each time Renner tried to picture his and Quintus’s bodies together, he discovered he was the one on his back with Quintus rising above him. Just the idea of McBride kissing Quintus or rising over him twisted Renner’s belly and tightened his fists.
    Unlike his brothers, Renner didn’t want a tiny submissive thrall as a mate. He wanted a man who was as strong or even stronger than him. Once Quintus was fully healed, he’d be able to pin Renner down with his powerful arms and dig his knees into the bed so he could drill his prick into Renner’s ass.
    Another shiver caused him to reach down and adjust his straining cock. He and Quintus had found time to be together today, but they’d only kissed and cuddled. It had seemed almost like a good-bye moment to Renner. He hadn’t asked Quintus about what was on his mind, but he’d felt his torment. Perhaps he had changed what he would say to McBride. For all Renner knew, Quintus had grown bored of him. It seemed that after that first frantic time they had been much more languid in their encounters.
    So far, Renner had always been on top, but that made sense with Quintus’s injury. He shouldn’t put any pressure on his leg until the scab fell off. That would give any microfractures in the bone time to heal. Renner had been helping him hop from place to place, but it was McBride who carried him down the stairs tonight. Seeing Quintus in his arms almost killed Renner because McBride and Quintus were a stunning couple.
    “Enough.” Renner was sick of torturing himself. He didn’t want to let Quintus go, but he also had no say in the matter whatsoever. He was a slammer, and though McBride had changed things on his land, he didn’t think he would be so generous as to give away his own mate. If he did, there wasn’t anyone else for McBride to have. Since the slammers had taken over, there probably weren’t any gentrymen left in town.
    That left McBride with Quintus or nothing.
    Renner thought about getting up and going to bed, but he found he wasn’t sleepy. Instead, he stayed on the couch and played in his mind. There, he could do whatever he wished with no repercussions. Quintus was his willing master, and they were the only two allowed in his mental landscape. He’d just gotten to the point of being ordered on his knees to suck his master’s cock when his door opened.
    He shot to his feet, convinced it was McBride, only to discover it was Quintus.
    “I came to feed.”
    Blinking rapidly, thinking if he were dreaming that would dispel the vapors, he discovered that Quintus was still there. Moreover, he was walking without assistance.
    “Your leg.”
    “Is fine.” Quintus pulled Renner close. “McBride went off to feed, too.”
    “With—” Renner never got to ask which brother McBride had gone to because Quintus claimed his mouth. He thought of struggling, of putting distance between them, but he knew he couldn’t before he even tried. He wanted Quintus with a desperation that was almost painful.
    “Where’s your bedroom?”
    “No.” Renner wanted to go there, but McBride would surely notice if his potential mate didn’t leave in a timely manner.
    “Do you really want me to go?” Quintus stroked over his scar, making Renner melt against him and shake his head. “Show me the way to your bedroom.”
    “Down that hall.” Renner pointed and then followed Quintus as he moved that direction. Their progress was slow because while they were moving they were kissing and removing each other’s clothing. When he got Quintus’s chest bared, he spread his fingers as he stroked upward, loving the brush of his hair against his palms. The strands were short because Quintus usually shaved, but when Renner told him he liked body hair, he’d begun to let it grow back. When he caught himself wondering if