Eternal Hearts

by Tamsin Baker

  “Answer me, Margaret.”

  Michael knew he was being cruel to her, a woman inexperienced in pleasure. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, and he barely did. But part of him needed to hear the words, the confirmation that she wanted them as much as they wanted her.

  Margaret opened her eyes and looked down at him, the blue irises glazed and pleading.

  “Please don’t stop. I don’t know what you are doing, but I am so close to something.”

  Michael laughed without humour. Stupid humans never knew how to pleasure their females.

  “You are going to come for us, Margaret. Find your bliss, your pleasure. We will show you.”

  He set his lips back to her clit and moved his fingers in and out of her faster. Her body gripped him tight, and she bowed up and screamed. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, and her whole body convulsed. He put his hand on her belly and held her down, licking her gently as she came down from her orgasm peak.

  Michael removed his fingers and licked her clean. She convulsed a few more times before going limp.

  He groaned, his cock about to split his breeches. He needed her; he needed release. Now. Nothing else mattered.

  Blind with need he ripped open his breeches and exposed his cock to her.

  She gasped but didn’t protest. Still on his knees, between her thighs, Michael moved closer. Then he found himself half way across the room, pressed against the wall.

  “Stop.” Nathaniel hissed at him.

  Michael blinked, using all of his strength to regain some control. He needed Margaret so badly.

  He looked up at Nathaniel. Surely his mate would understand? “I need her.”

  Nathaniel pressed his own fully erect cock into Michael’s hip. Yes, he understood.

  “So do I, but we promised. Not tonight.”

  Michael watched Margaret stand up across the room, fully naked now. She was shaking, and her face was pale.

  “If you need to find release, I understand.”

  He saw the tears in her eyes, and his passion was immediately dampened. She wasn’t ready for them. He had been extremely selfish to do what he had done, and he only hoped she didn’t hold it against them.

  Michael brought his breeches back together and stepped away from Nathaniel. He bowed deeply, truly contrite.

  “I apologise, Margaret. I was not thinking about anything other than how beautiful you are and how much I want you.”

  She wrapped her arms around herself, and Michael could not stand it any longer. She looked vulnerable and alone. He had done that to her, and it hurt. He flew to a blanket and moved back to her, wrapping it around her nakedness.

  He begged now, his stomach in knots.

  “Please forgive me.”

  Margaret nodded, but two tears slipped down her cheeks, breaking his heart. The softness that was hidden so close to the surface was now exposed. He had assumed her tough exterior was thicker than skin deep.

  “I don’t mind, Michael. My body is ready. I’m sure it won’t hurt like it always did with my husband.”

  He smiled and leaned forward, tasting her beautiful mouth for the first time.

  “Your body is more than ready, Margaret, but Nathaniel is right. Not tonight. We shall leave you alone and come back tomorrow.”

  He moved away to Nathaniel, his cock still painfully hard. He had got himself under control, but it was on tenterhooks. He needed his lover. Now.

  “Nathaniel?”

  Nathaniel nodded, just as ready as Michael.

  Margaret called out to them as they turned to leave, her voice soft but desperate.

  “Stop, please.”

  They turned, and Michael prayed she didn’t repeat her offer. They wouldn’t be able to say no again.

  Chapter Four

  Margaret called her men back to her. She was shaking from the intensity of her emotions, yet she couldn’t let them leave. Not yet.

  She had never thought of two men loving one another, and she had certainly never thought to be intimate with two men at the same time. But she had, and it had been amazing.

  Incredible.

  The most beautiful moments of her life.

  Perhaps she could give them something back? She needed to.

  “Are you going home to lie with one another?”

  She blushed as she asked the question. Before yesterday she hadn’t thought it was even possible. But she wanted to know what Michael and Nathaniel did with one another. If they really were vampires and truly were five hundred years old, she would need to learn fast to keep up with them. And keep them happy a small part of her brain whispered to her.

  Michael nodded, his eyes hungry.

  “We need to.”

  Margaret swallowed down her fear. Her connection to them was unmistakable. There was no going back

  “Would you stay here so that I may watch?”

  The looks on their faces were priceless. Shock did not begin to cover it. Michael growled and stepped forward.

  Oh-no, she wasn’t ready to make love with them yet.

  She stepped away from them and curled up on one of the chaise lounges, covering herself with the blanket Michael had given her. She had the feeling hiding her body from them would help.

  “Please.” She indicated the chaise opposite her and watched the men exchange glances.

  “You need top, don’t you?” Nathaniel choked out as he stared at Michael.

  Margaret wasn’t sure what he was asking. However, as Nathaniel shed his clothes and stood before her naked, she forgot to ask. He was muscled, tanned, and fiercely aroused. She had never seen a fully naked male in stark candle light before. His member was huge, his bollocks hanging low.

  Her husband’s horrible, soft, white body had always been covered and in the dark. Thank God.

  Michael growled at Nathaniel and shed his clothes even faster. Oh my, he was even bigger.

  “Yes.”

  Michael was just as beautiful, light where Nathaniel was dark, their differences contrasting and highlighting each other’s beauty. She couldn’t have chosen one over the other. Her heart called out to both of them.

  “Oil?”

  Nathaniel picked up a small bottle from his coat and moved over to the chaise, dropping onto his back.

  “Michael, hurry please.”

  Nathaniel was panting, shifting restlessly. What was Michael going to do? Margaret watched in horrified interest.

  Michael knelt on the floor in the exact same place he had with Margaret and looked into her eyes, assessing her. Was she meant to cover her eyes? Or look away? She couldn’t.

  He smiled suddenly, carnally.

  “You want to know how we pleasure each other?”

  She flushed again. He had guessed the real reason she wanted to watch. “Yes.”

  Michael took a deep breath, his shaking body calming visibly. Margaret loved to see it, knowing he could take control when he needed to. It made her feel safer and more loved.

  “Then I’d better show you.”

  Michael bent over Nathaniel and kissed him. Nathaniel kissed him back, their mouths devouring one another. A flush of heat swept over Margaret’s body as she watched the passion between the two men.

  Michael moved down Nathaniel’s body, sucking on both nipples and moving his lips slowly down Nathaniel’s belly.

  Margaret watched where he was heading and couldn’t believe Michael would do such a thing to another man. Couldn’t believe it should be done, full stop. She would never do such a thing.

  Michael’s lips wrapped around Nathaniel’s cock, and Nathaniel moaned, looking over at her, his brown eyes locking with hers.

  “He ... does ... this ... so ... well.”

  Margaret watched Michael move up and down, sucking Nathaniel’s length into his mouth, then moving off him again. It was amazing to watch, and she found her own lips twitching in envy. Perhaps she could do that.

  She gasped at her own body’s response, her fingers finding her own clit beneath th
e blanket and rubbing in remembrance.

  “I know.”

  She moaned as fresh waves of arousal swept her body. She was throbbing, her body wanting to join the men in front of her. They would pleasure her. She was sure of that now. Once, no one would have been able to convince her that there was pleasure in bedding, now ... she easily believed it.

  However, unlike her body, her head was more reluctant to venture into more unknown waters.

  Michael moaned and pushed himself up so that he was looking down on Nathaniel. He grabbed his member and moved between Nathaniel’s legs. Where was he going to put that?

  The bottle of oil Nathaniel had brought was poured over Michael’s hands as he caressed himself. He looked up at Margaret, smiled, and pushed into Nathaniel’s arse.

  Both men moaned, and Margaret gasped. Her brain was horrified. That was unnatural.

  But as Michael began to move, thrust and retreat within Nathaniel’s body in a perfect imitation of love-making, Margaret’s own body gushed with wet. She watched Nathaniel’s face, the pleasure so evident there. He set his hand to his own length, pulling quickly as he began to groan.

  “I’m coming.”

  White fluid spurted out of Nathaniel’s length, landing on his belly and chest. He shook and moaned, his pleasure at being fucked by his mate obvious.

  Michael began to moan, throwing his head back and arching his back.

  “Nathaniel?”

  Margaret didn’t know what he was asking, but Nathaniel obviously did.

  “Come inside me, my love. Show her.”

  Margaret’s mouth fell open as Michael thrust hard and fast, groaning as though in pain as he released his seed inside Nathaniel.

  Her cheeks flamed bright as jealousy speared her. She would like to feel Michael’s seed flow within her.

  Michael collapsed forward, and Nathaniel wrapped his arms around his lover. Their tenderness a beautiful thing to watch, a thing she wanted to join.

  Margaret moved to the floor, awkwardly crawling the two feet over to the men and laying her hands on both of them.

  “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

  Both men looked at her, their eyes shimmering with intense emotions as their fangs extended across their bottom lips.

  She gasped. She had not seen that before. It was hideous in a rather spectacular way.

  Michael turned his head away, embarrassed.

  “I’m sorry, Margaret. You smell too good.”

  Courage she didn’t know that she possessed had Margaret pulling her arm out of the blanket.

  “You want my blood?”

  Michael looked back at her, his mouth now open.

  He nodded, his eyes narrowing in on her arm.

  Margaret looked down at Nathaniel, watching her with just as much hunger as Michael.

  She manoeuvred the blanket around her breasts and got both arms free. She desperately wanted to do this. To know what such a thing would feel like.

  “You won’t hurt me?”

  Again, they moved so quickly she didn’t know they had, until they were sitting next to her on the floor, facing her.

  They moved slowly, picking up an arm each. Margaret’s breath hitched, and her heart rate increased in excitement.

  “It will pinch a little.” This was Nathaniel, his voice gentle despite the look of intense hunger on his face.

  She nodded in acceptance and lifted her arms, waiting for the pain.

  She needed to give them this. She needed to know if they truly were what they said.

  They bit at the same time, the pinch painful. She gasped then groaned as they began to drink. Her nipples peaked, and her pussy throbbed with wanting them. She had never felt anything more erotic.

  They broke off as one, too soon for her.

  “More?” she asked, lifting her arms again despite their fangs retracting.

  They opened their eyes and looked at her, their faces intoxicated. They both shook their heads.

  Nathaniel spoke as he lay back against the chaise.

  “You have the sweetest, richest blood I have ever tasted.”

  She looked over at Michael, and he leaned forward, kissing her softly on the lips again.

  “Thank you.”

  Every cell in Margaret’s body was humming, alive and happy. She was so grateful for two things. One was that they hadn’t lied about what they were and the second was that her blood pleased them so much.

  She was ready for more. More love making and perhaps more blood taking, but her two vampires were beginning to fade, almost asleep in front of her.

  She frowned, disappointed.

  “You both look like you are going to sleep.”

  They chuckled, the sound so beautiful to her as to bring a tear to her eye. They were happy.

  Michael spoke as his eyes slid shut.

  “We have pleasured our third, found release, and drunk the sweetest blood of our whole existence. We are so satisfied, Margaret, as to be almost comatose.”

  She watched them and realised they had had enough for one night. Her own body was singing out for more, but she needed to process everything she had been told.

  “Would you like to sleep here?”

  They frowned and staggered to their feet.

  “We would love to sleep with you in our arms, but daylight is deadly to us. We must go home for our rest.”

  Margaret stood in her blanket and watched her big, tough vampires stagger across the room. Nathaniel picked up a handkerchief and cleaned himself before he joined Michael and struggled into his clothes also.

  She laughed aloud. They looked like complete drunkards.

  “Will you be all right to get home?”

  They looked at her with puzzled expressions.

  “You both look drunk. I wouldn’t want you falling asleep before you reached safety.”

  They both chuckled and walked forward again.

  Michael, her beautiful blond boy, stepped up to her first.

  “I love that you are concerned for us.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, and he pulled her into his arms and set his lips on hers. She moaned as she felt his body stir against her as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Michael hadn’t kissed her like this yet, and she was amazed at the passion he could still display for her.

  Moaning loudly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, mimicking his lip and tongue movements the best she could.

  He groaned and broke off, staggering away to sit down on the chaise, breathing hard.

  “That was meant to be just a goodbye kiss.” He frowned at her.

  She giggled and held her arms out to Nathaniel, giddy with the knowledge they wanted her so much.

  Nathaniel stepped close and kissed her softly. She reached out to grab him, and he disappeared across the room to Michael.

  She laughed again. What scared little things they were. She only wanted to kiss them.

  Nathaniel pulled Michael to his feet, and they bowed as one.

  “See you tomorrow night?” Nathaniel asked her.

  She nodded. She couldn’t think of anything better.

  “I have lots of questions.” She did. And by the time they returned tomorrow night, she would have a lot more.

  They smiled.

  “We have forever.”

  Her belly tightened with the promise, and they were gone.

  Margaret collapsed onto the chaise giggling to herself. She had accused them of looking drunk, but it was she who felt intoxicated.

  She stretched and let the blanket fall, her naked body exposed to the warm room.

  She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her sticky thighs. She giggled again and moaned as she explored the places her men had kissed, licked, and sucked.

  She held her arms in front of her face, inspecting the puncture marks in both arms.

  Did vampires truly exist? Had she just witnessed a true miracle? She laughed aloud. Two men?

  Could she keep two men happy?

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bsp; Did she want to be a part of a relationship with three people?

  Knowing Michael and Nathaniel had loved each other for so long was daunting, but at the same time humbling. They both wanted her to join them so much.

  What must it have been like to feel incomplete for so long? Horrible wouldn’t even cover it she would imagine.

  Margaret sighed and stood up, pulling her dress on slowly.

  She loved her life, and all the trappings that came with it. Some of the women could be tiresome, but she finally had the freedom she had craved for so long. She had good servants, beautiful clothes, and lots of money. Did she want to give all that up to become a creature that drank blood and couldn’t step into the sunlight?

  Margaret ascended the stairs slowly, ignoring the interested looks the servants tried to hide. She had never had a lover before, and she knew that she had been loud enough for the footmen to hear. She just didn’t care.

  Her dress fell to the floor as she climbed into bed. The sheets were cool against her heated skin, and she sighed as her body sank slowly into sleep.

  For the first time in her whole life she couldn’t wait for what the morrow would bring.

  Chapter Five

  Nathaniel awoke with a light heart and a sore arse. Despite their lethargy and contentment, Michael had fucked him long and hard when they had got home. Margaret’s blood flowing in Michael’s veins and the final kiss she had bestowed on him, had given his lover enough energy to last the rest of the night.

  He stretched and sighed as Michael reached out for him.

  “Good evening, my love.” Nathaniel groaned, stretching his aching body further.

  Michael didn’t answer, simply kissed down Nathaniel’s body and took Nathaniel’s hardening cock into his mouth.

  “Oh fuck.” Nathaniel groaned, gripping Michael’s hair. Michael was stroking him with one hand and deep-throating his cock in an uncompromising rhythm. If this was just fore-play, he would never last.

  Michael broke suction with a wet pop.

  “I know I used you hard last night, so this is just for you.”

  Nathaniel opened his mouth to negate Michael’s claim, but as Michael’s mouth went back down the thought was lost in a loud groan.