Eternal Hearts Page 3
Nathaniel was grateful that Margaret was neither blonde nor a brunette. She was a fiery redhead. Nathaniel and Michael had been waiting by the fire in her dining room for ten minutes when she arrived.
They hadn’t gotten a perfect look at her last night. They had both agreed that she was indeed beautiful, but nothing could compare to the vision that glided into the room, her face, figure, and bountiful hair lit up by the ample candlelight.
Michael groaned next to him, and Nathaniel stepped forward, bowing deeply.
“Good evening, Margaret.”
She stopped a few feet away from them, curtseying and giving them a bright smile.
“Nathaniel, Michael. It is lovely to see you both again.”
The pleasure her presence gave him was remarkable. As though his inner devil lay down and went to sleep. He was both excited and overly calm. It was a strange coupling.
“Would either of you like something to drink?”
Nathaniel looked over at Michael, and his eye brow quirked. He knew exactly what Michael wanted to drink, and it wasn’t a whiskey.
“Michael.”
His mate shook his head avidly, swallowing obviously. “No, thank you.”
Nathaniel smiled, pleased with his lover and mate’s restraint.
“Please, come sit down with me.”
Margaret indicated a sitting area with two chaise lounges and a single chair. Nathaniel had a vision of the three of them naked and entwined, draped over the furniture. He groaned aloud as the blood surged to his cock.
Michael looked at him with a knowing grin, and Nathaniel hurried to sit down, crossing his ankle over his knee to disguise the swelling at the front of his pants. How embarrassing. He was a five hundred year old vampire who couldn’t control his cock. He felt like a green lad with his first woman.
Margaret sat in the single chair and tucked her ankles beneath her chair. The perfect lady.
“Tell me how you got into and out of my carriage without anyone seeing you.”
Nathaniel looked at Michael. They hadn’t discussed how they were going to handle this.
“I won’t stand any of those looks, gentlemen. Speak out loud or you may leave.”
Michael’s mouth quirked up.
“We don’t read each other’s minds.”
Margaret huffed and rolled her eyes at him. Nathaniel loved everything she did. She had attitude. Thank God fate had not sent them a weak little female.
“Of course you don’t, but I can tell you have known each other a long time and are communicating in a way I am uncomfortable with.”
Nathaniel coughed to cover his laugh. A long time was an understatement, but she was very perceptive. She would keep them on their toes forever. He couldn’t wait.
“We apologise. Michael and I had not discussed how much to tell you. Do you have a preference?”
She raised one eyebrow in a charming way, her back ramrod straight. His question had surprised her. That was obvious.
“A preference?”
Michael cleared his throat, joining in where Nathaniel had left off.
“Yes, how much we tell you. Would you like all the information first, or would you prefer a little tonight and then more later?”
They watched as many emotions flickered across Margaret’s face. Desire was there, fear, too, and so many emotions in the middle that Nathaniel could barely keep up.
“I would ask for you to answer my questions. I will decide as we go.”
Nathaniel looked at Michael, a smile stretching across his face. She had surprised them again. Amazing.
“You answer, Michael.”
Michael nodded and sat forward in his chair.
Nathaniel sat back. Clever woman.
“We are very fast, barely discernable to the human eye if we choose to be.”
Margaret nodded, her eyes narrowed. Nathaniel could almost hear the cogs in her brain turning over.
“You aren’t human?”
Michael looked at Nathaniel, and he nodded, a little shocked that she had worked that out already. But they may as well be honest. It would be only one of the huge hurdles they would face tonight.
“You can tell her.”
Michael swallowed, his eyes showing concern.
“No, we’re not.”
Margaret nodded as though she expected that. Fate had definitely sent them an amazing woman.
“What are you then?”
Michael looked over at him, his eyes pleading. What could he do but answer that plea? Michael might top him, be more arrogant and passionate, but he was also filled with fear and insecurity. In a way, that made Nathaniel love him even more.
Nathaniel uncrossed his legs and slid forward on his own chaise lounge.
“We are immortal blood drinkers. Vampires.”
Margaret sat perfectly still as she absorbed what he had said. Her breathing had even stopped.
Nathaniel waited for it to resume, and with a squeak, it did.
“Vampires?” she repeated, her voice high and shrill.
Nathaniel nodded and waited again as she processed the information.
“And what do you want from me?”
Nathaniel was surprised once again. She believed them? Without proof? Nathaniel looked at Michael for help this time. Margaret stood up and glared down at them.
“Michael, answer.” She pointed her finger at Michael, and Nathaniel’s beautiful lover swallowed again.
“We want you to mate with us and stay with us forever.”
Nathaniel groaned and stood up to deal with Margaret’s reaction. Michael was insensitive sometimes, passionate and selfish occasionally. But dishonest, he was not.
“I apologize, Margaret. Michael should not have explained it like that.”
She turned blue eyes on him that spat fire. He would have taken a step back if his legs weren’t already touching the chaise.
“I asked Michael because I wanted a real answer. Now sit down.”
Nathaniel sat, watching their human in awe. She paced in front of the fire.
“You are both vampires, and you think I will mate with you?”
They nodded and watched her. Her breasts were heaving within her dress, and Nathaniel caught the slightest whiff of arousal in the air. His body responded accordingly, and he clenched his teeth to keep his fangs inside his mouth.
God, how he wanted her.
“How old are you both?”
Michael cleared his throat. “We have been vampires for almost five hundred years.”
She nodded and continued pacing.
“You are lovers?”
Michael looked straight at Nathaniel, panic clear in his eyes. What would she think about that piece of information? Nathaniel had been hoping to keep that secret until she was more comfortable with them.
Unfortunately, their shared look irritated their female mate, and she stamped her foot.
“Michael, you answer all the following questions without looking at Nathaniel!”
Michael nodded, his eyes burning with something Nathaniel had never seen in all his years with his mate.
“Yes, Margaret, we are lovers.”
She nodded and focused all on her intense attention on Michael.
“How long have you been together?”
“About three hundred and fifty years.”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Straight?”
Michael shook his head, and Nathaniel wanted to gasp. How did she know to ask such questions?
“No, on and off. We have been apart for almost one hundred and fifty years in total.”
Margaret turned, her back to the fire, a wreath of light haloing her. Now she looked more like an angel sent to tempt them. Perhaps that’s what she was.
“Why would you repetitively break up and get back together? And for such a long period of time, too.”
Nathaniel felt Michael’s reluctance but knew his lover would answer. He was a braver man than Nathaniel was. That was not a question he wan
ted to address.
“Because we are missing our third mate, and we have both felt it the whole time. We are happy together, but we feel the missing link. For years it tortured us so much we could not be together.”
Nathaniel sat back in his chair, watching the play of emotions on Michael’s face. Michael rarely spoke of their relationship. It was wonderful yet heartbreaking to see.
“You love Nathaniel?”
Michael nodded.
“More than my own life.”
Nathaniel gripped the side of the plump chair he sat upon. He had never heard any such thing come out of Michael’s mouth, yet Margaret had coaxed it from him in one meeting. What else might she pull from them?
“Yet you chose to be apart from him?”
Michael’s eyes dropped down, and his huge shoulders slumped down as though the weight of the world had fallen on him.
“Yes.” He whispered the word, and Nathaniel moved to comfort his lover. This was enough.
“Nathaniel, stay where you are.” Margaret’s voice hit him with the weight of lead. He collapsed back in the chair.
“Why me, Michael? Tell me why you both believe I am this elusive third that you need.”
Michael looked up at her then stood. He walked slowly over to their woman, and Nathaniel’s blood throbbed with longing. He knew that look. He recognised the hunter in Michael’s prowl.
“We have looked for you for five hundred years, Margaret. We know you are ours. You smell better than any human or vampire ever has to us. Your heart beats harder when we are close, I can hear it. You can feel the recognition, can’t you? The excitement, the contentment?”
Michael was standing directly in front of her now, and Margaret hadn’t moved. Nathaniel gasped as his heart began to race, fear and excitement mingling. Michael was playing with fire, and Nathaniel could do nothing but sit by and watch.
“You will also have the sweetest blood we have ever drunk, until we turn you.”
Margaret’s lips parted as she began to pant. Michael walked around behind her and brushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck.
“Don’t hurt me, Michael.”
Her plea got Nathaniel’s attention, and he stood. He walked closer, fear and desire warring within him. He didn’t want Margaret resisting them, so he didn’t want to push her too hard. However, he wanted her as much as Michael did, maybe more.
Michael dropped a kiss on Margaret’s bare shoulder, and she moaned, leaning back into him.
“I won’t, lover.”
She jerked against him, and Michael wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.
“Be still. I won’t hurt you.”
She blushed, and Nathaniel saw her look at him then turn her head to look at Michael. Recognition and fear raced across her face.
“You will expect me to lie with you both?”
Nathaniel glanced at Michael, his caution radiating towards his mate. This might be the one relationship-breaking point for her. What lady wanted two men?
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Michael knew how careful he needed to be, but also how passionate Margaret was. She needed more than words, and he had always been better with actions.
He kissed the soft spot beneath her ear and inhaled her scent, his cock extending to a full erection.
“We will never ask anything of you, you do not wish to give Margaret. But, yes, we both wish to pleasure you.”
She shivered in his arms, her fear obvious.
“I do not find pleasure in bedding.”
Michael laughed in her ear and ran his tongue down the side of her neck. She gasped and pressed herself back into him. His cock throbbed to be released from the confines of his breeches, but he restrained the urge to grind into her.
“We have lived ten life times, Margaret, and we know how to pleasure you if you would let us.”
He slid his hands up to her breasts, gently squeezing them through the bodice whilst he kissed her shoulder again. It had been a long time since he had thought of how to bring a woman pleasure, but the feelings came as naturally as did his need for her.
Margaret gasped when her nipples hardened under his palms, and Nathaniel stepped closer. Michael felt his heart sing as both of his mates stood within his grasp. His fangs extended, but he forced them inside. He would feed from her when she was ready.
Thank God Nathaniel had forced him to feed already tonight. He would never have been able to control himself so well without that blood.
Nathaniel stepped closer and began to speak.
“Would you let us pleasure you, Margaret? We won’t take any for ourselves. We just want to show you how good it could be with us.”
Michael felt her reluctance in the stiffness of her body, but she finally nodded. Relief swept through Michael hard and fast.
“If I say stop…”
Nathaniel nodded, stepping closer so that he was almost touching her.
“We will stop, I promise.”
Michael watched with envy as Nathaniel leant forward slowly, gauging Margaret’s reaction before he slowly kissed her soft pink lips.
Margaret moaned and moved to pull Nathaniel closer to her. Michael ached to bite into her bare shoulder. Her blood thrummed beneath his lips that were pressed to her skin. But he couldn’t, and he needed a distraction.
He set his hands to the back of her laces and began loosening her dress. She squeaked a little, and Nathaniel pulled back.
Michael loosened her dress completely and began pulling it up. He was desperate to see the rest of her. Was she as perfect as he imagined her to be?
Nathaniel kissed her quickly once and helped Michael remove the dress entirely.
She stood only in her chemise, shivering despite the heat in the room. Michael felt her fear and began to wonder if they could really do this.
“Margaret, if you say stop, we stop.”
Nathaniel reassured her once again, and Michael growled in response. He couldn’t speak now. Her skin was so beautiful, her arousal beginning to overpower the fear. Michael was afraid he would not give her the same option as his considerate mate. He wanted her too much. He put his arms around her, picked her up, and laid her down on one of the chaise lounges.
She lay there trembling, but so brave. Michael moved to the end of the chaise, pulled her legs apart and knelt down.
“What the hell are you doing?” Margaret’s shocked voice broke through the passion daze.
“I’m going to kiss, lick, and love you.”
Margaret moved her hands down to cover her pussy.
“Not there...?”
Michael smiled at her and stroked her knees.
“Yes, there.”
Margaret shook her head and closed her eyes.
Michael reached up and removed her hands.
“I know you’re scared. Give us two minutes to show you what it feels like, and you scream stop, I stop.”
Michael released Margaret’s wrists and hoped to God she wouldn’t call him on that. He knew once he started, there would be no stopping.
He looked down at her pussy and licked his lips. He needed this more than anything.
“Michael.”
Nathaniel’s voice stopped him, and the tone was clear. Michael looked up at him, his jaw set hard.
“You can have first blood. I want this.”
Nathaniel nodded slowly. It was a fair trade. In truth, Michael wanted it all. First taste of her pussy, first fuck, and definitely first drink of her blood. But this was the first offering, and he would take it.
Nathaniel dropped to his knees beside Margaret and stroked her nipples through the silk chemise.
“That feels so good. I had no idea.” Margaret was rosy cheeked and panting already. Yet, they had barely touched her. Michael’s hunger for her grew as he realized just how much they affected her.
Michael watched as Nathaniel chuckled happily and bent to suckle her nipple through the material. She gasped, then moaned. Her sounds of pleasure skewered him.
“Michael!”
Margaret shrieked, and Michael grabbed a hold of the material, looking at her shocked face.
“Are these favourites?”
Margaret shook her head, and Michael ripped them asunder. Margaret screeched again and squirmed, but did nothing to cover herself.
Satisfaction swept through Michael hard and fast. She hadn’t asked him to stop despite the passion he was showing her, and she was more beautiful than he had imagined. Fleshy pale inner thighs opened up to dark red curls that covered her pussy. Entry to paradise.
Michael bent his head and set his lips to her swollen flesh, unable to hold back any longer. She tasted of heaven. He could feast on her nectar all day and never ask for her blood.
He traced the lips of her sex with his tongue, diving into her core. Groaning, he nibbled on her flesh before moving back up to her juicy clit and suckling it hard.
Margaret screamed out, but he didn’t stop, the beat of his lust battering him hard. He looked up and watched Nathaniel rip her chemise in half and set his lips to her naked breasts. Michael groaned. He had never seen anything more arousing.
Nathaniel and he had shared a female before, often in their past. Human and vampire, but nothing had ever felt as right or as good as this moment.
Margaret began to shake, her legs lifting, as she clearly did not know what to do with them. Michael picked up each of her feet and set them on his shoulders, opening her further to him. He moaned, her slit opening, exposing her pink, slick entrance.
She arched her back as their dual assault pushed her close to orgasm.
Michael licked her pussy opening, moved up to suck her clit then thrust two long fingers into her. He moaned when one of her hands grabbed at his head, her nails digging into his scalp.
He raised his head, and looked at her writhing on the chaise. Nathaniel was kissing her throat and stroking her nipples.
Nothing felt as good to him as knowing how much she wanted them, how much pleasure they were giving her.
He spoke, his voice confident and slightly goading.
“Do you wish for us to stop now, Margaret?”
She shook her head from side to side as Michael fucked her with his fingers harder. Her pussy was so tight, his fingers were squeezed almost painfully. The thought of how she would feel around his cock almost distracted him from his question.