by Tamsin Baker
Instead Jackson smiled, innate arrogance sewn into his posture.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen. I don’t quite understand what you mean. You have been looking for me your whole lives? I know you say you don’t look your age, but you could not be much older than I. What you say makes no sense.”
Malcolm smiled at the logic. It was true. He and Eric looked barely thirty, as Jackson did. Inside, however, their hearts were aged.
Malcolm was the blunter of the two of them. He decided the situation needed an aggressive attack.
“We are vampires, Jackson. We have been alive for hundreds of years. We have searched for a person like you. Whose very scent makes my heart ache. You are our perfect match, and I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you last night, to be honest. . We had given up hope, but now that we have found you, we needed to have the chance to meet you. Privately.”
Malcolm watched the play of emotions over Jackson’s face. He was surprised, and a little angry. Then the lust surfaced, and then the anger again.
Oh, he was magnificent, and he would taste even better.
****
Jackson stared at the two men in front of him. They were talking absolute nonsense, trying to convince him they were vampires.
Vampires! Blood drinkers, of all fantastical things.
They were two extremely handsome men whom he most certainly would class in the most beautiful. However, it was clear that they’d had one too many glasses of port.
“Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure meeting you, but I think I must cut our night short.
He stepped away from the two men who had surrounded him and moved towards the exit. Suddenly, the one called Malcolm was behind him, pressing his hardened cock into Jackson’s buttocks.
He gasped and attempted to move away.
How repulsive.
“Step away from me.”
Malcolm’s strong arms came around his chest, and he couldn’t stop the moan that surfaced as Eric also stepped in close.
God, that feels good.
His heart rate had spiked, beating against his ribs with painful accuracy. He struggled against the arms that held him and took steady breaths to calm his fear.
They needed to let him go. This wasn’t acceptable behaviour.
Malcolm whispered in his ear. “You may not wish to admit how much you want us, but we can smell your desire.”
No… Please don’t speak about that.
Jackson turned his head away from the voice torturing him and went completely still. He would never admit to the unnatural feelings he had always harboured.
As the only son of an Earl, he was expected to marry and produce an heir, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. It repulsed him on a soul-deep level.
Women did not rouse him as men did, though he had ignored those feelings for as long as he could remember. He’d mentioned it to his family vicar once as a young man and had been thoroughly beaten for speaking of such things.
They were un-natural. Wrong. Un-Godly.
So, he’d whored around, like most of his friends had, for the past decade. It had been mildly successful, to put it blandly.
But he’d be a true liar if he didn’t admit to himself that these men aroused feelings in him that women did not.
Of course, they did—they were very handsome.
That was not his fault, after all.
But how did they know his darkest desires? Those feelings he could barely admit to himself.
No woman had ever satisfied him, but he refused to believe the alternative.
He could not be a sodomite.
He just couldn’t.
His family would disown him. His friends would never speak to him again. He’d end his own life before society knew the truth about him.
He slowed his breathing and spat at them. “Then you are either crazy, or you have bewitched me. Because I feel no such thing.”
They laughed and pressed in harder. He gasped again, his nipples tingling in arousal, despite the fear racing through his veins.
“We told you. We are vampires, not witches.”
“Vampires? Ha. You are delusional, sir.”
Malcolm pressed his thick cock in between Jackson buttocks and began a steady thrusting motion while Eric rubbed his hard cock against Jackson’s.
Pleasure radiated throughout Jackson’s whole body as the men surrounded him. He could not contain the moan that escaped his lips.
Horrified, he closed his eyes and tried to escape the maelstrom of sensation he was being pulled into. He would pretend he wasn’t here and they would stop soon and let him go.
Eric began a side-to-side rhythm with his hips and an incredibly strong thrust of pleasure moved up his shaft.
Never before had his cock felt like it was going to burst from so little contact, and his balls throbbed from unreleased tension. He clenched his fists at his sides until his knuckles were white, refusing to act on the desire coursing through him.
He wanted to touch them. So much.
He wanted to move his pelvis with Malcolm’s thrusts. What the hell was wrong with him?
Malcolm began to kiss the side of his neck and whisper to him. His lips were soft, but persistent. “Come home with us. We can show you so much. Give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible.”
Jackson shuddered as he fought his inner demons. He shouldn’t give into temptation, but Malcolm felt so good. No one would know. Maybe... no! He couldn’t.
Malcolm began moving faster behind him, and Jackson began to pant from arousal, his cheeks flushed with heat.
“I can’t,” he managed to gasp out.
Eric began undoing his breeches with skilful hands. “I must suck your cock. Please, Jackson.”
Jackson’s mind ground to a staggering halt.
“Pardon?”
The man in front of him was standing, waiting for permission to do something he had never allowed anyone to do before.
The one behind him was moving faster and harder, as though he could breach the fabric if he moved fast enough.
If only he could.
Jackson nodded before he lost his nerve and raised his hand to Eric’s head to push him down.
“Yes.”
Damn the consequences.
“I want in your arse, Jackson, but I know you’re not ready.” Malcolm began whispering into Jackson’s ear again as Eric’s hot, wet mouth enclosed Jackson’s cock.
Jackson shook his head in denial of what he craved even as he cried out, his fingers digging into Eric’s skull. To hold him there? To drag him away? Jackson couldn’t work out which one he wanted more.
He looked down and saw the beautiful man’s lips wrapped around his cock and felt his balls tighten. He wanted this. He really wanted this.
“He is loving that. Can you hear his moans of pleasure?” Malcolm asked him.
Jackson’s mind was too rapture-soaked to take in much, but he heard Eric humming in his throat. The vibrations on his flesh and the erotic sound pushing his lust higher.
“Fuck… Eric….”
The man on his knees stopped and looked up, his fangs glistening in the dim light.
Damn—what! Fangs?
“Oh my God...”
Malcolm laughed in his ear again and held him tighter. Jackson felt a sharp point graze his neck as Malcolm slid his own fangs across his skin.
“We told you we were vampires. One day soon, we will feed on you and fuck you. We will blow your mind with how much we can make you feel. But not until you’re ready… not until you beg us to take you. Now, come in Eric’s mouth.”
Jackson looked down at the man on his knees before him. He couldn’t do that.
Eric nodded up at him. “I need your seed. Come in me.”
Eric set his mouth back around Jackson’s cock and began moving with purpose.
Jackson opened his mouth, gasping for much needed air. His orgasm was roaring down on him. But how could he do this? It would be the ultimate admittance of how
much he enjoyed it.
He threw his head back against Malcolm’s shoulder, struggling for control. His right hand gripped Eric’s head, and his left hand flailed. Then his free hand was clasped tightly by Malcolm and the three-way connection caused fissions of awareness and pleasure throughout his entire body.
He was secure, he was safe, he was whole.
No… not with these two. Not now. I can’t feel this good with them. That’s not fair.
One more suck of Eric’s mouth and the simultaneous squeeze of Malcolm’s hand, and Jackson’s orgasm screamed through him, hard.
His seed came shooting out of his cock and was soon swallowed down Eric’s throat. Heat pierced his neck, and he slid down into oblivion.
Jackson came back to consciousness with his head in Eric’s lap. The two men were growling at each other in a foreign language Jackson didn’t understand.
What had happened?
Had he really passed out from the pleasure?
How embarrassing.
“Jackson, are you all right?”
Jackson nodded and began to sit up. Two pairs of hands gently helped him up to a sitting position.
“What the hell happened?”.
What had they done to him?
Malcolm looked wounded for a moment then he straightened as though ready for whatever punishment was coming his way.
“I bit you. I’m sorry.”
Jackson tried to be angry. Really and truly he tried. But all he could do was remember the pure pleasure of feeling Malcolm’s fangs sinking into his flesh.
He opened his mouth to reassure the vampire that he hadn’t really hurt him but stopped himself. These two men had already taken something from him. His ignorant bliss that one day he would truly be satisfied with a woman.
He didn’t need to give them any more leverage on him. If he stopped them biting him, perhaps that would lessen their control over him?
“I forgive you, of course, Malcolm, but please don’t do it again.”
The two men looked at each other with looks of pure horror, and guilt hit Jackson’s belly like a punch.
“Never?” they asked.
Jackson clenched his teeth against the need to undo what he had said, so he merely nodded. He needed a small measure of control over this situation since he obviously had none over his body. They’d just proven that.
Malcolm smiled at him. “That’s all right, Jackson. After we turn you, which will be soon, we won’t be able to feed from you, so it won’t matter.”
Shock crashed through Jackson.
“What?” He staggered to his feet. They weren’t turning him into anything!
The two beautiful men both flew to their feet and moved close to him. He was overwhelmed and crowded, a feeling he neither liked, nor was accustomed to.
Jackson held up his hands and pushed one against each of the vampires’ chests. The warmth burnt him, and his cheeks flamed with wanting them.
“Would you two back off? I need to ask questions, and you being so close is not helping.”
They both grinned like he had given them the biggest compliment in the world. Perhaps he had.
Thinking was not possible when two men as beautiful as they were in the room.
They took a step or two back and he could finally breathe and process what they were saying. There was too much to take in all at once.
“I’m sure you have many questions, Jackson, but we need to relieve our lust. Would you come home with us?”
Jackson swallowed. His body throbbed with awareness. Despite his unnatural urges, he had never actually been with a man, let alone two.
It was wrong to want such a thing.
Eric continued. “If you aren’t ready to come to bed with us, then perhaps we can all retire this evening and we can visit you tomorrow night.”
Pure and hot jealousy pumped through Jackson at the thought. These two beautiful vampires were going to bed to touch each other.
Lick and fuck one another.
He turned away, his teeth clenching down hard in his attempt to control his unruly response.
He had never been so angry at himself before.
He actually wanted to go with them. What did that make him?
“Jackson, please, don’t turn away from us.”
How could he possibly stay? These men were his worst nightmare come true. Everything he had feared about himself was beginning to make sense.
But he still had a choice, surely? He was not a piece of driftwood in a river. He could stop this, now if he had to.
Because what was the alternative? Turning his back on his life? His title? His family? Would he ever have the children someone of his station was required to produce?
He should be running for the door, but the pull of these two strange men was too strong. He turned back around slowly, unable to simply walk away from a moment he knew would define his future. He stared at them, drinking in the beauty of the men before him.
Eric stepped closer, taking a deep inhalation through his nose and his eyebrows flew up in surprise.
Could Eric tell how much he wanted them?
“If we promise not to bite you, would you like to come to bed with us? Join us? No one will ever know, Jackson.”
Jackson’s recently sated cock and nipples tingled at the thought. Tonight was the very first time he had been sexually satisfied in his whole life. What would it be like to bed the two men?
“I have never…” Jackson stopped, unable to finish his sentence.
Malcolm reached out and picked up his hand, entwining their fingers in an intimate way. Heat travelled up Jackson’s arm and made him shiver.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Jackson. Just watch, if you like. We want you, but we would never force anything on you. We promise.”
Jackson shuddered, the raw sexuality and need evident in both vampires.
“I…” The words cut off. He shouldn’t… he knew he shouldn’t. “I would like to come with you… yes.”
Jackson couldn’t believe he had said the words aloud, but did not wish them back once they had been said. He had already indulged with them tonight. How could it hurt to go to bed with them now, and then forget it all tomorrow?
“Lead the way.”
Jackson straightened his clothes and followed his two vampires to the door.
His two vampires?
When had he began thinking like that?
“Good evening, gentlemen.”
Abigail Tonnington, their red-haired hostess from the evening before, greeted them as they stepped into the foyer.
“I hope you don’t mind us coming by to check on you all. Hello, Jackson.”
Jackson bowed and watched in awe as his vampires each kissed one of Abigail’s cheeks.
“It is so wonderful to see you Abigail. We really cannot thank you enough for what you’ve done.”
“We’re sorry for disappearing last night as we did. It was rude.”
What were they thanking her for?
She smiled indulgently. “It was rude. I was very intrigued on how you were going to handle your meeting, but I see it must have gone well.” She turned her eyes on him.
He bowed at the beautiful woman who didn’t stir one finger worth of lust in him. How much simpler his life would be if a beautiful woman was what his heart and body wanted.
“Thank you for inviting me last evening, Lady Tonnington. I had a lovely time.”
He knew his cheeks flushed as he spoke, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lady Tonnington’s first husband had been friends with his father, so although he didn’t know her well, he knew the family by association.
“Jackson, you may call me Abigail. Have you met my Nathaniel and Michael?”
She gestured with her hand, and two men appeared as though by magic. Another pair of very handsome men. Not as beautiful as Malcolm and Eric, though.
“I haven’t had the pleasure. Good evening, gentlemen.”
He bowed whi
le his brain caught up with what she had just said.
Her two men?
The five of them were all smiling at him when he looked up again. He blushed brighter this time. Could they somehow know what he was thinking?
It was possible, he supposed. Nothing was impossible after he had discovered that vampires existed.
Abigail stepped up to him and slid her hand into his arm as they turned to walk to the front door.
“I know it’s strange, but if you need anyone to talk to, I’m here.”
Shocked, Jackson looked down at her and saw the knowing smile. She couldn’t possibly know what had happened with Eric and Malcolm, could she?
Abigail stepped back and put a hand in each of her men’s arms. They both stepped closer, enclosing her on either side.
“We seem to have interrupted where we had not meant to. May we call around tomorrow evening perhaps, Malcolm?.”
Malcolm nodded. “You are always welcome, my friends. Always.”
Abigail smiled in exit and together they walked off, arm in arm. The three of them. Jackson felt a tug on his arm. He blindly followed where Eric and Malcolm led.
“Are they... they’re not both her…?”
The vampires laughed as they walked. Malcolm answered with a cheeky smile.
“Yes, they are both vampires. And yes, both Nathaniel and Michael are Abigail’s mates and lovers.”
Jackson’s mouth fell open in shock. Two men and one woman? Really?
“I did not know such things were possible.”
The two vampires shared a glance before Malcolm spoke.
“All vampire unions are three people. On occasion, even four.”
Jackson looked between the two men, confused.
“But Lady Tonnington is not a vampire. Is she?”
They shook their heads. “No, since Abigail became with child and gave birth to their twins, Michael and Nathaniel have postponed turning her. But she is their third. Their eternal mate.”
Jackson processed that new piece of information. It still didn’t make sense why they needed more than two people.
“But why?”
They laughed, the sound causing Jackson’s sated cock to swell once again.
“We don’t know. It’s a curse, really. If you have one mate and not the other, both of you feel the loss of your third. As though a piece of you is missing.”
