by Tamsin Baker
Eric eyed him for a moment. “Do you sometimes feel like that, Jackson?”
Jackson looked away from the intense blue eyes staring at him. What could he say to that? The truth was, all the fucking time.
His life was one of ease. He was the only heir in a wealthy family. Everything was paid for and all he had to do was enjoy it. He’d never have to work a day in his life and many of his friends envied him for his easy existence.
Ha!
What enjoyment was there in carousing when you were living a huge lie?
He shrugged. “Occasionally, yes.”
Malcolm and Eric moved closer and slipped a hand into each of his.
“And now?”
Jackson gasped, heat simmering along his blood. Lust was there first and foremost, but beneath it was a strength, a power that he had never felt before.
He shook both of their hands off and laughed. The sound was strained, even to his ears. “Let’s just get into your bedroom before you start touching me, all right?”
The men stopped and indicated a beautiful door.
“Our bedroom is below stairs.”
“Would you like some brandy brought down?”
Jackson stopped walking. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Down?”
The two vampires shared another strange look.
“Well, yes. We sleep in our bedroom below ground, but we have many guest bedrooms if you would prefer to use one until sun-up?”
Jackson’s breathing began to quicken, panic setting in. What was he doing here? With two vampires?
They could hurt him. Worse, they could fuck him. He had no control here and even if they had promised not to force him, how could he believe them after what had happened in the library. He had been fooling himself.
Black spots swirled in front of his eyes, and his heartbeat raced at a thundering pace as his wind-pipe began to close down.
Eric appeared beside him, and Jackson closed his eyes, ready to give into the darkness.
Instead, a strange breeze rushed past his face, and he was suddenly flat on his back on a large bed, in an even larger bedroom.
Everything was still, and warm arms enclosed him. He was safe.
Chapter Four
Eric placed his human mate on their bed and slowly stepped back. He did not wish to scare Jackson any more than they already had.
They watched as he regained control over his laboured breathing and the sallow tinge to his cheeks began to fade. Relief swamped Eric.
“Where am I?” Jackson sat up, his bright, blue eyes taking in their surroundings.
“Our bedroom. I thought you would be more comfortable away from the servants.”
Eric moved further back and sat down into a chair. Jackson’s heart rate was still raised, but his breathing had calmed down. He was looking around their room with interest.
“It’s beautiful down here.”
Surprise was evident in Jackson’s voice, and Eric laughed. “Thank you. We have had a long time to decide what we like.”
Eric turned to Malcolm, who was beside him. Eric’s body pulsated with hunger, for both blood and sex. He needed his mate, now.
“Malcolm...”
Malcolm jumped to his feet and pulled Eric into him for a deep kiss. There would be no more words for the moment.
Malcolm had drunk some of Jackson’s blood, so his body would be somewhat satisfied. Eric was not only starving for blood, but rabid with lust.
His throat was red-hot and sliced to ribbons.
Malcolm tore at Eric’s clothes until he was naked. Their mouths locked, and their tongues tangled. Then Eric pulled back and ripped apart Malcolm’s dinner suit.
Malcolm had always been beautiful—leaner and thinner than Eric. Malcolm was much more handsome also. His lips were full and his skin was as soft as a babe’s. Eric had never got sick of staring into his mate’s eyes, because that was where love resided for him.
His cock was longer and thicker, too.
A startled gasp pulled Eric from his admiration of Malcolm’s form.
Jackson was now standing, slack-jawed, and aroused, by the smell of him.
Eric flew to him, unable to hold back as Malcolm could.
“You’re beautiful...” The words tumbled from Jackson even as a tear slid down his cheek.
Eric laughed, cupped his hands around Jackson’s jaw and kissed him. Jackson stilled on the first contact of his lips, but Eric groaned and pulled him in tighter.
With a ragged moan, Jackson responded. He opened his lips to Eric’s questing tongue, and Eric plundered the warm cavern of their mate’s mouth. Their passion grew as their tongues meshed and their arms wrapped around one another.
Obviously drawn to their heat, their need, Malcolm moved around the back of Jackson and began undressing him.
Jackson broke off from Eric, and they all froze. Fear of rejection partially paralysed Eric. He had already tasted Jackson’s seed and he knew a rejection now would be in response to his earlier passion.
This was Jackson’s decision. If he backed out of being with them now, then they would respect his decision. It would break their hearts, but they could find the strength, somehow.
Eric counted Jackson’s heartbeats. One, two, three ... and Jackson ripped his own coat off, then his waistcoat and shirt.
Lust surged, hot and hungry.
Malcolm laughed with relief and pulled at the breeches and boots that kept their mate’s flesh from them.
Eric pulled the sheets back and threw Jackson onto the bed with them. His hot skin seared Eric where it touched him. A gasp of pure pleasure was pulled from him.
Jackson lay back and Eric moved to his side. He ran his hands over Jackson’s well-defined chest, tweaking his small, pink nipples and kissing the side of his handsome face and neck.
Jackson had his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Why was he fighting the pleasure they could give him?
His skin was warm and smooth, his body leaner again than Malcolm’s but more muscled. Eric marvelled at the beauty of their third in an almost surreal moment. He still could not believe they had found him.
“No blood.” Jackson’s voice was strangled as he set out his one condition.
Eric glanced down, watching with envy as Malcolm sucked Jackson’s cock into his mouth.
Malcolm looked up, his brown eyes burning as he let Jackson’s cock slide out of his mouth once more. “I promise.”
Eric growled at his vampire mate. Malcolm never did that for him. Why was he doing it for Jackson now?
“My turn again.” Eric kissed down Jackson’s body and pushed Malcolm out of the way.
Malcolm moved up to Jackson’s lips.
Eric had a good look at the cock that would be part of the next thousand years of his existence. It was shorter than Malcolm’s, but thicker.
Gorgeous.
He hummed as he wrapped a hand around the base and sucked the huge head into his mouth. He could do this every day for the rest of his life.
“Fuck, Eric!”
Eric groaned as his mate began thrusting up into his mouth. He tasted salty pre-cum on his tongue and groaned as his fangs elongated again.
“Come,” Eric mumbled around Jackson’s cock.
Jackson shouted at him and tried to pull away. “No! Stop!”
Eric pushed himself back onto his haunches and looked up, surprised. “What’s wrong?”
Jackson sat up and moved back so he was against the bed head.
“I don’t want to come again without you. But I don’t want you to fuck me.”
Eric grinned. So many possibilities. He looked at Malcolm, who was his top.
“I need you, my love.”
Malcolm nodded, and they both moved off the bed for the bottle of oil.
Eric stood and leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed. He looked back at Jackson and smiled as he felt Malcolm’s warm hands on his arse. His balls were throbbing with their need for release. He wouldn’t last long.
/> He was nervous, too, unbelievably so. He could feel it in the tremble of his muscles, the unease in his belly.
Would this truly be the first time that they finally felt complete? What would it even feel like not to want something more?
“Malcolm is going to fuck me, and you can fuck Malcolm if you want to.”
Jackson shook his head “no” and continued watching them with wide eyes.
Disappointment spread through Eric, but he reminded himself that they had forever. No rush to fulfil every fantasy the very first time they were together.
He spread his legs and leaned down closer to the bed. He reached for his cock and gave it two long pulls.
“Fuck. I’m going to blow in about one minute, Jackson.”
Jackson hadn’t moved before now, but at Eric’s words he jumped up. “Suck me while you do.”
Jackson moved in front of him on the edge of the bed, and Eric groaned at the sight. Jackson wanted to join them as much as they needed him. He might not realize it yet, but he would.
Eric wrapped his lips around Jackson’s cock and ran his tongue around the hard ridge.
Energy was buzzing through Eric and he jumped as Malcolm’s cock pressed against his entrance. He pushed back, needing to feel both of them at the same time.
“Please, Malcolm. Fuck me hard.”
Malcolm poured oil hurriedly over them both and thrust deep with one move. Eric cried out. He was so close. Pleasure spread down the backs of his legs, and his balls tightened.
Malcolm moved hard and fast, tilting Eric’s pelvis so that he hit the exact spot with every powerful thrust.
Eric pulled his mouth off Jackson’s member and grunted with pleasure. “Fuck, Malcolm!”
His mate gripped his hips harder and moved faster. Desperate now, Eric sucked Jackson’s cock again and felt their third grip his hair.
Jackson’s balls tightened against his thighs and he moaned, his seed flowing into Eric’s mouth.
He swallowed Jackson’s cum down his throat and let his cock slip from his mouth. He dug his fingers into Jackson’s hip and Malcolm thrust forward once more. His orgasm started.
“Oh, fuck...” Pleasure exploded inside his mind and along his cock as Malcolm fucked him deep and hard whilst moaning out his own pleasure. His movements were slightly odd and not as well co-ordinated as usual, but the pleasure was the same. Better, even.
Eric was blinded by stars. He threw his head back and howled.
Malcolm bit into his shoulder from behind, which threw him into another round of ball-clenching spasms. He grabbed hold of Jackson’s hand as Malcolm’s hot cum shot into him.
He gasped as happiness raced through him and he finally knew what it felt like to be complete.
Eric fell onto the bed with Malcolm on top of him.
Pain, so intense he couldn’t stifle it, welled up in Eric’s chest. He had no way of containing the gut-wrenching sobs as blood-red tears flowed down his face.
Malcolm pulled out of him and guided him up onto the bed. Malcolm’s arms went around him and held him against his chest. Jackson was soon there, too, stroking his back.
“Did we hurt you?” Jackson whispered to him and dropped the sweetest kiss on the back of his neck.
Eric cried harder. Who knew he could feel like this? So happy, so complete?
A thousand years he had waited to feel this moment, and now he couldn’t stop crying.
Slowly the heat of the other two men and their soft touches broke through to him, and he found the strength to stop.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was going to feel like that.”
Malcolm nodded and kissed Eric’s lips. His understanding was there in the lingering contact and the brown eyes he knew so well.
Jackson didn’t say anything, but he pressed his face to Eric’s back.
It was the most exquisite moment of his life and Eric held onto it for as long as he could.
“Are you all right?” Jackson asked him again. Eric turned over so that he could face Jackson.
“I’m perfect, now. Thanks to you.”
Jackson’s face was the picture of shock so Eric rolled onto his back and pulled Jackson into his arms.
“Rest now, our lover. You were spectacular.”
Jackson was tense for long moments, but Eric soothed him the best he could. He ran his hands down Jackson’s beautifully muscled back, enjoying his fine, soft skin, until the tension eased, and Jackson’s breathing changed.
Once their third had slipped into unconsciousness, Eric turned to Malcolm.
“How are you, my love?”
Malcolm leaned forward and kissed him, their millennium of love flowing through that one kiss.
“I can’t believe we found him.”
Eric reached up and cupped his lover’s face. “I know.”
Malcolm laid his head on the pillow and reached across Eric so that his arm touched them both.
Eric went to sleep that early morning with one arm around each of his mates. His world was perfect, and if his life had ended at that exact moment he would not have minded in the least.
Chapter Five
Jackson awoke sated, happy, and above all, horny. He’d had the hottest dreams about what he’d witnessed the night before and as he opened his eyes he saw both of his vampires asleep.
Eric’s hand was wrapped around Jackson’s semi-hard cock and Malcolm’s hand was cupping Eric’s. It would have been quite humorous except for the sick fear that enveloped him.
He had deliberately avoided giving them any real pleasure last night and although he had wanted to fuck them, he had restrained himself.
Jackson reasoned within his mind that he was not really a sodomite if he didn’t engage in their love-making. He’d taken his pleasure, then fallen asleep. No huge difference from being with a mistress.
None.
Jackson slipped slowly and carefully from the bed. He thought his movements would wake them, but they continued to sleep soundly.
His own garments were difficult to sort out among three sets of male evening clothes, but he was slightly smaller than both vampires and eventually he located his own.
He may have lingered over the shirts, smelling each several times, but it was only to make sure he had the correct one. It didn’t have anything to do with the intense pleasure he got from inhaling their scents over and over again.
Once he was fully dressed, half-hard cock tucked into his breeches, he sighed.
What was he going to do now?
He resisted the urge to kiss them both goodbye, despite his heart crying out for him to stay. He didn’t understand the pull they had on him. They talked of predestined mates and other nonsense, which wasn’t possible.
But he had to admit to a very strong and unnatural attraction to both Eric and Malcolm. Another strange thought was that despite the differences in their looks and personality, he would not be able to choose one over the other.
Impossible.
The staircase was long and winding, but he navigated it and pushed open the heavy door at the top.
“My lord!”
The young butler greeted him as he blinked rapidly in the bright light of the sun. He was rather disoriented.
“May I enquire as to the time?”
The butler looked to his right and turned back.
“It is just gone nine in the morning, my lord. Can I get you some breakfast?”
Jackson shook his head, though his stomach grumbled. He couldn’t stay in this house a moment longer.
“Thank you, no. I must be getting home. Would you be so kind as to tell your masters I have left and to thank them for their hospitality?”
The butler didn’t even blink, just inclined his head.
“Of course, sir. Do you have a calling card I may pass onto my masters when they awaken tonight?”
Jackson reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out what the man asked for. He mechanically handed it over to the proficient butler. A lifetime of trainin
g indicating that his actions were polite, yet his every other sense screamed at him to stop.
He still hadn’t decided whether he wanted to see the two vampire men again.
Jackson forced his legs to move. His hand reached out as the door was opened by the butler for him.
He turned, needing some sort of reassurance. “Tell me. If I had not given you my card, could they still find me?”
A small smile crept onto the butler’s face, and he stepped closer so that he could whisper. “Have they tasted your blood?”
Jackson flushed hotly from his chest up to the roots of his hair. He hadn’t expected the butler to understand their relationship.
He had been stupid to believe the man didn’t know what they were.
He nodded stiffly.
Well… Malcolm has.
The butler wiped his face clear of all emotion again.
“Then the answer is yes, sir. It might have taken them a few nights of searching, but yes, they eventually would.”
Jackson inclined his head in thanks and exited the beautiful townhouse.
The butler’s answer relieved him of any guilt in a way. He had not made the choice to stay in contact with the vampires. They had all the control, once again.
He turned and began walking. His feet barely touched the cobbled ground.
He now knew that there were vampires in the world. Real, blood sucking, ancient vampires. But that wasn’t the most shocking discovery of the night.
That had been the blindingly obvious fact that he indeed enjoyed being with men. But did that mean he had to give up his hopes of a normal life?
Hopefully not.
He could make love to ladies—he had for a decade. He could marry a lady, couldn’t he? He wanted children, a home, a normal life.
But surely, he could still keep a lover. Most gentlemen of his station did. It was true that most would keep a female mistress, but there was no rule that said he couldn’t visit Eric and Malcolm on occasion.
He groaned and pulled the big overcoat tighter around his body. It would start to snow soon, for the season had turned.
His balls ached with tension. His two orgasms from Eric’s perfect mouth last night had been incredible but there was still so much more for him to experience, he knew.
