by Tamsin Baker
When they had asked him if they wanted to join in the fucking, he’d frozen. How he’d ached to feel Malcolm’s tight arse wrapped around his cock.
But he had turned coward and refused to submit to his true desires, making Eric swallow him down again.
The member in question began to swell in remembrance, and Jackson forced his brain away from the physical memory. Which, unfortunately, left the emotional connection.
When Eric had begun to cry after they’d finished, it had taken all of Jackson’s strength not to burst into tears alongside him. Only his need to comfort the man who had pleasured him had made him strong.
He shook his head and hailed a hackney.
What were they turning him into?
Once he was warm and on his way home, Jackson allowed himself the luxury of running his hand over his lips.
He moaned and dropped his hands down to the seat beneath him.
No matter how wonderful it had been, he could not allow himself to be swept away by two men he barely knew.
Jackson ate and slept once he was home.
When he awoke it was still light and he indulged in a long, hot bath and time by the fire.
Nervous energy buzzed in his blood, his hands tapping along his thighs to stay busy.
They would come for him soon.
He knew it in the deepest core of himself. Something about him drew them and they would not allow him to run. But would they share him?
A plan had formed within his mind. He needed to maintain his position within society and his standing within his family. Surely, they would understand?
“My lord, a Mister Turner and Mister Langford are here to call on you.”
Jackson turned towards the sound of his old butler’s voice. An unusual frown marred the old man’s features.
“Please, show them in, and we are not to be disturbed, Jennings.”
The old man bowed. “Of course, sir.”
Jackson put a hand to his chest where his heart raced beneath the ribs. He took a deep, steadying breath. What had happened to him? How could the mere mention of the two vampires cause him to feel nervous, excited, and terrified all at once?
The door opened and closed, and they stood before him.
Eric looked incredible. A blue waistcoat brought out the blue of his eyes.
A blood-red cravat against Malcolm’s throat made his brown hair and skin look warm and inviting. Jackson’s hands ached to touch them both.
Instead of giving in to his desires, he bowed and indicated the chaise lounges.
“Have a seat, gentlemen. I don’t suppose you drink whiskey?”
He lifted his own glass and they both shook their heads.
Jackson sat on the large, single chair, and the two large vampires soon moved to a chaise lounge each.
Their movements were slow, deliberate. Their faces were taut and their eyes hungry.
Jackson cleared his throat. After what they had shared last night, polite conversation was hard.
“Did you sleep well?”
The two vampires looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Jackson couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. What a wonderful sound their happiness was.
Eric, the more stoic of the two, spoke first. “We slept much better with you beside us last night. Our daytime rest was not as pleasant.”
Jackson coughed to clear his throat. “I woke up and had to leave. I apologise if that was rude.”
Jackson didn’t know how it happened, but he was sitting in his own chair one minute then the very next moment he was in Malcolm’s lap. Strong arms were around him, stroking his back and cupping his face. “We missed you.”
Eric lips swept his ear. “We did. Very much.”
Desire swept over him and began dragging him down. He couldn’t have that tonight. “Stop. Please. I need to talk to you both.”
Their grip on him loosened, and although every ounce of his soul was screaming at him to stay, he removed himself from their embrace.
“I need to ask a few questions.”
Eric sat down next to Malcolm, and they both nodded solemnly.
“Of course, Jackson. We stopped you from asking questions last night, and we apologize. Ask whatever you like.”
Jackson paced a little more. They were being so reasonable. It made it harder to gather any anger or power to push forward with his plan.
“What do you two expect from me?”
The two vampires smiled, their eyes lighting up with rather lascivious intent.
“No touching!” Jackson held his hands up and all but yelled at them. “Please, I cannot think when you’re both too close.”
They moved back on the chaise once again. Malcolm inclined his head.
“We wish for you to mate with us. Let us turn you into a vampire so that we can be together forever.”
Jackson fell backwards onto the chaise opposite them. “You... what?”
He couldn’t believe it. After knowing him for a few hours they wanted to commit to being with him, forever? Were they crazy?
“Last night was good, I won’t deny that. But I can’t spend the rest of my life with two men.”
Malcolm and Eric looked between themselves, worry and confusion very evident on their faces.
Eric spoke first. “We don’t understand. What about our union is not satisfactory for you?”
Jackson stood up to pace once again. How was he going to explain this to two men who obviously didn’t understand his concerns?
“I have obligations. My rank. My birth has dictated what life I must lead. My family. They expect me to marry and produce an heir.”
Malcolm growled, and Eric jumped to his feet.
“We obviously weren’t clear last night, Jackson. You are our soul mate. A predestined third who suits us perfectly. You may stay human, or we can turn you. But you will not be happy with anyone else.”
Jackson snorted, but tried to stay calm. “I understand that is what you believe, but I can’t be happy with only two men.”
Eric’s beautiful blue eyes cleared. “Is that what bothers you? That we have no female?”
Jackson frowned. Was that the true problem? Or was it that there was more than one male, full stop?
“I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never been with one man before, let alone two. I was taught it is wrong. A sin.”
Eric moved forward and cupped his face. “How we loved your body last night was not wrong or a sin.”
Jackson wanted to look away but felt himself drawn into the blue eyes that were gauging his reactions. “So, if I agree to join you, we don’t need to be exclusive? You will allow me the freedom to find another lover if I need it? Marry, even?”
Both men reeled back as though he had physically struck them.
“You want to...”
“Why?”
They were both gasping and looking at him with horrified expressions on their handsome faces. Guilt ripped through him, but he quickly squashed it down. This was one of the most important moments of his life.
He had to get it right.
****
Eric looked over at Malcolm. His panic was stifling his ability to think. They couldn’t share him, could they? Let him marry a woman?
Never!
He took a deep breath and forced himself to think clearly. If it meant keeping Jackson, maybe they could. What was another twenty years to them?
Eric spoke slowly
“We wouldn’t like to think of you with another lover, Jackson. A woman would be easier for us to handle than another man. If you need that… I’m sure we could find a way… to wait.”
Malcolm gasped at what Eric forced past his lips. He turned and looked at his mate, begging him to understand. Eric watched as Malcolm forcefully calmed himself down.
“Yes, Eric is right. If you need a female, we can wait. We don’t age. We have waited this long for you. We can wait a few decades more.”
Eric inhaled sharply against the pa
in slicing through his chest.
Decades to wait, no.
There had to find a compromise. He turned his eyes on Jackson. “If you would still spend time with us also?”
He waited for Jackson to answer, knowing that it would make or break their bond.
Jackson nodded but looked uncertain. “I did enjoy last night and would like to be with you both again.”
Eric exhaled, relief spreading through him. They would keep Jackson so happy he would forget about this idea of getting married and leaving them.
He stepped up to Jackson and kissed him. Jackson didn’t resist when Eric slid his hands around his waist.
Indeed, Jackson surprised him when he pressed closer and ran his hands up Eric’s arms.
Yes… my beautiful mate…
Eric thrust his tongue into Jackson’s mouth, tasting him and moaning when Jackson reciprocated.
Sensing Malcolm was moving closer, Eric broke their kiss and turned his head to see what his other mate was doing.
Malcolm was naked and kneeling on the ground before them. “I want to suck both of you.”
Eric looked at Jackson, wanting to share the moment, but knowing Jackson would not understand how important this gift was. Malcolm rarely did this for him, and he was offering to take them both into his mouth.
Eric turned towards his mate and began unbuttoning his own breeches, allowing his cock the freedom to spring out. It throbbed and pulsed with blood, hard and full.
Jackson stepped up next to him, and shoulder-to-shoulder they stood. Jackson’s lovely, thick cock exposed as well.
Malcolm licked his lips and gazed at them both with a hungry gaze. When he reached up and gripped them in his hands, Eric’s arousal rose higher, enjoying the beauty of seeing his dominant mate on his knees like this.
Malcolm alternated kisses and sucks, rousing them both.
For Eric, watching Malcolm’s lips wrap around Jackson’s cock was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. He needed to be a part of it.
He cupped Jackson’s face and turned him. Jackson’s pupils were dilated, and he gasped when Eric plundered his mouth.
Eric was enjoying a ravenous kiss with their third when Malcolm sucked Eric’s cock into his mouth. Hot suction consumed him and he gasped loudly, unable to focus on anything except the pleasure pulsing through him.
“Oh, fuck...” Eric groaned, breaking away from Jackson’s lips.
Jackson smiled in understanding. “You don’t get that often, do you?”
Eric moaned again and threw his head back. “No. He never does this.”
Jackson moved away and Eric forced his eyes open to see what was happening. The wet heat around his cock head was incredible. Who knew it would feel so good to receive rather than give?
Jackson now knelt behind Malcolm on the floor. He had a bottle of oil next to him.
“I had oil brought up from the kitchen. I thought you would want some. I’m really not ready to be fucked, Malcolm.”
Eric looked down at Malcolm, concerned about how his mate would respond to this request. Malcolm, who rarely allowed anyone else to top him.
It was Malcolm’s choice, of course, so Eric waited for his mate to speak.
Malcolm turned his head and spoke over his shoulder to their third. “If you oil yourself up you can fuck me. I’d love to feel you in my arse.”
Jackson ran his hand gently down Malcolm’s spine, his indecision obvious. Then his face cleared as though he now knew his course. “I want to fuck you, Malcolm.”
Eric’s pleasure multiplied, just knowing that Jackson freely chose what they were doing.
Malcolm looked around the room for the necessary aids. “Eric, get that chair, and sit in front of me.”
Malcolm went down on all fours and spread his legs for Jackson.
Eric, his belly tight with lust and anticipation, grabbed the chair, moved it close to Malcolm, sat, and leaned back.
Was Malcolm truly going to use his mouth to bring him to completion? That would be a first for their relationship.
Malcolm crawled over to him and looked up so that their gazes met in a clash of heat. Malcolm, who was always the large, arrogant top, winked and lowered his mouth.
Eric moaned with pleasure and slid his hand into Malcolm’s thick, brown hair as tingles of anticipation decorated his body.
Malcolm sucked hard, and Eric gasped. Where had Malcolm learnt technique like that?
Jackson moved between Malcolm’s legs, and Eric watched as Jackson hesitated.
“Set your cock at the entrance and thrust slowly in. Just take your time.” Eric broke off again to moan loudly.
Eric watched as Jackson took his cock into his hand and slid all the way into the man between them. Malcolm moaned around Eric’s cock in pleasure, and Eric began to thrust up.
“I’m so close, Malcolm.”
Malcolm stopped sucking for a moment and put his head down against Eric’s thigh. Jackson was moving into him with hard, fast thrusts. So much so, Malcolm’s head was moving against Eric’s leg.
“You feel fucking amazing, Malcolm.” Jackson ran a hand down their sweaty mate.
“So ready to come. I need more though.”
So, do I.
Eric’s cock-head was a deep red, his slit weeping pre-cum. His fangs had extended and now pressed into his bottom lip.
Eric forced his head back into the chair and closed his eyes. Nothing would make this moment more perfect than being able to suck on Jackson’s vein.
But it couldn’t happen, and he wouldn’t push their mate into anything that would make him run from them.
“Please, my love...” Eric begged Malcolm. He ached so much.
Malcolm sucked Eric’s cock head back into his mouth and moved his hand around the base and squeezed.
Eric exploded into Malcolm’s mouth, his seed pulsing out of him in hot torrents of pleasure. He threw his head back and screamed as his balls emptied.
“Oh, fuck...”
Malcolm licked his cock once more before letting it slip from his mouth.
Jackson slowed down and applied more oil to himself before thrusting back in.
“Eric,” Malcolm moaned, begging for help.
Eric knew what Malcolm needed.
He pushed himself down onto the floor and reached under Malcolm’s belly. Eric kissed the back of Malcolm’s neck and began pulling on his semi-hard cock.
“Yes.” Malcolm groaned. “That’s it. Oh… God…”
Eric tugged hard and fast, exactly what he knew Malcolm liked. When he glanced up at the strain on Jackson’s face. He was close.
“Come in him, Jackson. He’s ready.”
Jackson gripped Malcolm’s hips and thrust in hard. He moaned and shook while he spilled inside their mate for the very first time.
Eric felt their connection intertwine and fuse, making it stronger than ever.
Malcolm shook with the strain and Eric bent forward to help his mate reach his climax. He bit Malcolm’s shoulder, drawing blood and pulled his slippery cock faster.
Malcolm came hard. His arms gave out, and his body fell forward as he shook and cried out against the pleasure.
Eric chuckled to himself to see his mate give himself over to the euphoria. It was wonderful to see.
Jackson eased out of Malcolm and sat down on the floor with a thump.
Eric smiled again and stroked Malcolm’s sweat-soaked back. “That was incredible, Malcolm. Thank you.”
Malcolm rolled onto his back and stretched his arms high above his head.
“That was unbelievable.”
Jackson was still panting, his heart beating fast. Eric heard it and forced his fangs to retract. They would need to feed before they met with Jackson again.
“Yes, thank you both.”
Jackson stood up, wobbling where he stood. He began to right his clothes and pulling back on the few items he’d taken off.
Too soon he was looking respectable once again.
; “I think I may go to bed early tonight but I’d like to organise our next meeting. Would later on this week suit you both?”
Eric looked down at the naked Malcolm and back up at their third. Had they just been dismissed after the most incredible sex ever?
Impossible.
“You want us to leave?” Eric forced himself to ask.
Jackson looked away, his mouth pulled into a straight line. “Yes, I think it’s best for us to keep our relationship quiet and you can be seen staying here for too long. May I visit you on Friday evening?”
Malcolm flew from the floor and began to dress with a speed only a vampire could see.
Soon Malcolm was standing before Jackson, rigid and immovable.
“Of course, Jackson. Friday evening is lovely. We will see you then.”
Eric could hear the strain and the icy disdain behind his mate’s voice.
Malcolm held out his hand for Eric, but Eric was still trying to assimilate everything that was going on.
He felt so badly for his mate, pain was coursing through his heart with increasing pressure.
Malcolm had just given everything he had to give. Given pleasure to both of them and allowed Jackson to dominate him. What more could they give to the young pup?
Perhaps that was problem? Jackson was spoilt, had been his whole life. And now he was given the greatest gift a person could receive, and he’d decided he wanted more.
Eric stumbled to his feet and fastened his breeches once again. He knew it must be difficult for Jackson to wrap his head around everything they were throwing at him, but they couldn’t give any more than they were.
“Are you serious about this, Jackson?”
Jackson turned pleading eyes on him. “Eric, please, I need time.”
Eric stood staring at his mate for long moments, taking in the turn of his cheek, the long, black eyelashes framing the bright blue eyes.
“You are going to regret this Jackson. We are offering you immortality, and our hearts forever. Saying you need more time is an excuse, and I don’t accept it.
He reached out and took Malcolm’s hand. They’d tried, but Fate had sent them a selfish brat, and they wouldn’t settle for it.
No matter what happened after this.