Eternal Hearts (7 page)

“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?

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.

Michael worked Nathaniel hard and
fast, pushing him up and over until he came with a loud moan, his seed spilling
into Michael’s mouth and his lover swallowing every drop.

Nathaniel fell back onto the bed,
exhausted. Where had that come from?

Michael crawled up and lay down next
to Nathaniel, kissing his cheek and cuddling into his side.

Nathaniel shook his head from side
to side, blown away. In five hundred years, Michael had never done anything so
selfless.

“You didn’t need to do that,
Michael. I enjoyed your passion last night.”

Michael laughed, light, happy. It
was music to Nathaniel’s ears.

“I haven’t felt this alive in
centuries, Nathaniel, do you feel it, too?”

Nathaniel turned onto his side to
face his long-time lover. He cupped Michael’s face and kissed him gently.

“Can you believe it? We found her.”

A tear slid down Michael’s face as
he met Nathaniel’s stare.

“I can’t believe it, yet my heart
knows it.”

They laughed and rolled together on
the bed. Tonight they would make her theirs.

****

Nathaniel smiled as he stood looking
at the same chaise he had come all over the night before. The servants had done
a great job of cleaning the room, but his vampire senses could still smell all
three of their scents.

The affect was arousing both his
cock and his blood lust. If he was lucky, Margaret would appease both.

Michael paced by the fire,
magnificent in his evening finery but impatient as always.

Nathaniel wanted to make one thing
clear. He would not allow his arrogant mate to take everything.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen
tonight, Michael, but I go first.”

His vampire mate turned, eyes
narrowed. His anger was clear, yet Nathaniel would not pay him any heed.

“Why?”

Nathaniel smiled.

“You had first taste, and then we
both got her blood at the same time. As long as she doesn’t have a preference,
I want her first.”

Mutiny glinted in Michael’s eye, but
Nathaniel stared him down. They were equal in this relationship. He was not
playing second fiddle to his lover for even one more minute.

“She is
ours
, Michael. Not yours. We shall see what happens, but keep my
feelings in mind.”

The door opened, and Margaret walked
in, dressed in an exquisite ball gown of red silk. Nathaniel’s heart rate
doubled.

She was serious tonight.

Michael growled and took a step
towards their mate. Nathaniel clenched his teeth. When would Michael learn to
read her body language correctly?

She held up her hand, stopping him.

“Don’t touch me yet, my beautiful
Michael. I have questions.”

Nathaniel smiled. She was
magnificent. Margaret pointed to the chaise, and they both moved over, sitting
down despite the fact she still stood over them.

“Tell me more about being a vampire.
How would I become one, and if I were to agree, what would my life be like?”

Nathaniel smiled, not sure who she
was asking. She had a preference for Michael last night, but if he was honest,
would it be all right if he spoke?

“May I answer?”

She sat down gracefully, inclining
her head.

“Of course,
Nathaniel.
You are the calm, lovely one.”

He wasn’t quite sure how to take her
comment. She had placed them both in categories that had no overlap. Michael
and he overlapped a lot, but it just wasn’t obvious initially.

“We would turn you by feeding you
our
blood,
and your life as a vampire would be one of
sleeping during the day, living at night, and drinking blood once a week or so.
As we get older we do not need it as much.”

She nodded.

“And I will live forever?”

He nodded.
God
willing, if they were careful with her.

“Vampires can be killed, of course,
but we will keep you safe.”

Margaret walked over to the main
chair as she had the night before and sat. They sat on the chaise lounges,
staring at her.

What else would she ask or want to
know?

“Tell me how you were both turned
into vampires.”

Nathaniel smiled, not really wanting
to share all the horrific details.

“I had a female vampire like my face
and decide to turn me into her lifelong play-thing.”

Beside him, Michael chuckled. He
always found that story interesting.

“Yes, it was a pity she hadn’t found
out where Nathaniel’s passion lay before she did that.”

Nathaniel turned and raised an
eyebrow at his lover.

“Then we would never have met my
love.”

Michael smiled. “True.”

In truth, he thanked his maker every
day for making him a vampire. He was fast, strong, and loved with a passion
unsurpassed by any human experience.

Michael then turned and smiled at
Margaret.

“I was sick, dying actually, and my
maker thought I was too handsome and young to die, so he saved me.”

Nathaniel felt the usual kick to his
chest when Michael said the words. To think that he had once been so close to
death was a horrible feeling.

“And who will I feed from? Who do
you both feed off?”

Margaret asked her next question,
already absorbing their information. Nathaniel admired how clever she was.
Given time, she would run both him and Michael around in circles.

“We generally feed from whores, as
they offer and we pay. Though you may feed from whomever you like, Margaret,
the elders don’t like us drawing attention to ourselves.”

She nodded again, but her eyes
narrowed dangerously.

“How would I deal with my normal
life? Would I be able to continue as I am for a few years? Or would we fake my
death? What is your plan?”

Nathaniel swallowed. He didn’t know
the answer to that question, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that whatever
they said would make a big difference to her answer. Fearless Michael spoke up
instead.

“It probably wouldn’t be wise to
stay in your life, Margaret. The first few years are the hardest to control
your thirst and your fangs. It would be best if you just walked away. We could
move to France. Stay there for a decade or two. Come back to London later if
you wished.”

Nathaniel nodded along with his
mate, grateful for Michael’s quick thinking.

Margaret paused to absorb that for a
moment then stood up with regal grace and smiled at them both.

She began to walk towards the door
and called over her shoulder to them.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Nathaniel looked at Michael, and
they moved as one, running after her. He swept her up into his arms, and she
laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so light but felt so good
in his arms.

“First door on
the left.”
Margaret waved her arm as they
ascended the stairs.

Michael opened the door, and they
stepped through before he closed the door behind them.

Nathaniel dropped his lips onto
Margaret’s and groaned when she kissed him back with all the fire and passion
he was hoping for.

Her tongue sought his, and she
moaned in pleasure when he reciprocated her kiss.

He set her on her feet and got her
out of her dress as quickly as he could, lust racing along his veins. This was
it. They would join with her this night.

She was naked beneath her red dress.

Nathaniel gasped and dropped to his
knees in front of her, ready to worship the goddess that was their mate.

Michael flew around behind her and
lifted her up. Nathaniel separated her legs and wrapped them around his neck.
He was ravenous for this.

He grabbed her arse, hauled her into
his mouth, and thrust his tongue straight into her weeping centre. She screamed
out, her legs tightening around his head.

Nathaniel felt Michael’s hands come
under her arse to keep her steady for him, so he removed his hands and sucked
on her clit. She tasted
fucking
divine. Michael had been understating her appeal when he said she tasted like
nothing they had ever tasted before.

His fangs extended, and he turned
his head, biting her inner thigh and groaning as her blood flowed into his
mouth. Margaret stroked his head, and he moaned, knowing she approved of what
he did.

Nathaniel broke off and looked up at
the mate Fate had chosen for him and Michael. She had her head turned and
feasted on Michael’s mouth as Nathanial did on her pussy.

He made another noise to indicate
his pleasure again and drove his tongue back into her body, revelling in the
bucking of her pelvis.

His lips found her swollen clit
again, and he thrust two fingers up into her tight, soaking body. She tasted of
sin and felt like heaven. He wanted her to come on his face, but he needed to
feel the tight clasp of her body around him more.

He unwound her legs and stood up.
Michael and Margaret looked at him. Michael’s fangs were extended, and Margaret
was flushed and panting.

“Hold her, Michael.” Nathaniel
instructed as he shed his clothes, his cock springing out, heavy and hard.

He stepped close, and Margaret
looked fearful. Love for her surged forward over his lust, slowing him down.