by Tamsin Baker
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 b
een 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.
“I won’t hurt you, my love.” He whispered as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned her over the head of his cock.
Michael reached around her body, under her arms and cupped both breasts. Nathaniel couldn’t help the groan that was tipped from him as all three of them connected, heart, body, and soul. This is what they had been designed for.
He looked deep into Margaret’s green eyes and smiled.
“Just trust us. Rest into Michael.”
He felt some of the tension leave her as she fell back against Michael’s chest.
Nathaniel clenched his teeth against the need to impale her quickly, but he knew how long it had been for her. Too long to hurry.
He set the head of his cock against her wet entrance and pulled her down onto him slowly. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.
Margaret began panting again, the further he moved in. She gripped him tighter than any lover ever had, her natural lubrication a blessing and a curse as she pulled him in. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the control needed to go slowly almost more than he could bear.
“Nathaniel, please.”
He stilled, halfway imbedded. She couldn’t ask him to stop now, could she? Fear wrapped around his heart. He wasn’t sure he could stop now.
“Is it hurting, my love?”
She shook her head and trembled against him.
“More.”
A sense of triumph filled him, and he thrust hard, burying himself to the balls in her body.
“Oh ... God...” Margaret groaned and threw her head back against Michael’s shoulder.
Michael leaned forward and bit into her neck.
Her pussy tightened around Nathaniel’s cock, and she gasped and reached up to hold Michael’s head to her.
Sweat rolled down Nathaniel’s forehead, and he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.
He began to ride her, slow at first, then built to harder and faster strokes.
She gripped him tighter and tighter, her impending orgasm making her moan and thrash.
“I’m ... going ... to...”
Nathaniel moved his thumb across her belly and flicked her clit. “Come, my love.”
She screamed, bowing up and sucking him into her farther.
Nathaniel moaned and fucked her harder and harder, riding through the intense waves of clenching until he could hold back no longer, and his own orgasm picked him up. His balls tightened to breaking point, and his seed exploded through his cock, pulsing into her. He moaned, threw his head back, gripped her hips hard, and held her down onto his shaft.
When he came back to reality he heard kissing noises and moans. He opened his eyes and saw Michael kissing Margaret’s neck and pinching her nipples gently.
Nathaniel took one more moment to enjoy the hot clasp of her body around him before withdrawing and grabbing her by the waist.
Margaret reached out for him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and brought her full breasts into contact with his chest. He moaned and kissed her long and deep.
“Thank you.”
He heard her whisper as he broke off their kiss and wanted to laugh. She was thanking him?
They fell onto the bed, and Nathaniel felt Michael’s hands stroking his back.
“My turn, lover.”
Nathaniel gave Margaret a quick kiss and rolled off her, sitting up so that he could watch properly.
Michael stepped close and flipped Margaret over so she was on her belly.
“Michael ... what are you doing?” She shrieked.
He laughed, confident as ever as he pulled her back onto her knees.
“You’ll love it.” Michael promised as he lined his cock up with her pussy and dove straight in.
She gasped and dug her nails into the mattress.
Michael was moving fast, his fangs still extended.
“She’s so tight, so perfect.” He panted.
Nathaniel wanted to laugh again. Michael had developed into such a communicator. He had never talked during making love before and had rarely used flattering words.
Nathaniel nodded and reached out to stroke Margaret’s back, which was hot and sweaty.
She was moaning and arching her back in bliss. Her eyes were open, yet she seemed as though in a daze. Obviously the position did suit her well.
Nathaniel leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
“Does that feel good, Margaret? You know you are our third, don’t you? The one being that completes us, makes us whole.”
She turned her head to look at him, her green eyes burning with arousal and love.
“This feels...” She stopped, and he waited for her to finish. “Unbelievable.”
She moaned again and dropped her head down to the mattress.
Michael was speeding up, his thrusts hard and fast.
“I’m going to come, Margaret.”
Nathaniel stared at Michael’s strained face. He wouldn’t be able to wait, Nathaniel could see it.
He reached under Margaret and rubbed her engorged clit in circular motions, leaning close again.
“Come on Michael’s cock, Margaret. Let him feel the way your pussy tightens.”
She blushed redder and closed her eyes.
“Almost, I’m so close…”
Michael let out an animalistic grunt and thrust hard once more before letting go. Margaret screamed and began convulsing.
“Fuuuck...” She shook so hard Nathaniel reached out with his other hand and held her back down. He stroked down her spine as the shaking lessened, and Michael joined him in petting her.
She collapsed forward, and Michael rolled so that he could collapse beside her. Nathaniel smiled at his exhausted mates and picked up one of the blankets, pulling it up and over them as he lay down on Margaret’s other side.
The happiness winging through his heart was indescribable. They had always known that they would feel complete and content when they found their third, but he had not known it would feel this good. If he had, he didn’t know if he would have survived so many centuries without her.
Nathaniel snuggled in and kissed Margaret on her sweaty brow. She looked asleep, but her heart was still beating fast. Perhaps she had merely passed out?
He smiled again at that thought. He planned to keep her so satisfied that she would never regret her choice to join them.
Chapter Six
Michael lay down on his side cuddled into the back of their lover. Margaret had been even more incredible than he had imagined. Responsive, giving, and felt like a flame that would consume them if they let it.
He stroked over her plump arse and groaned as his cock stirred once again. One day he would get inside this part of her, but that would be many years away, he was sure. Her fear had been a thick and heavy when Nathaniel had first taken her. That had d
issipated quickly when the pleasure had taken over, but he had no wish to feel her fear like that again.
She gave them everything they asked of her, and he had never felt anything like it. His heart was whole, his soul complete. It would make him cry from the pure joy of it if he wasn’t so horny still.
“I think she’s asleep.” Nathaniel whispered to him as they both sensed Margaret’s heart slow and her breathing deepen.
“Pretty incredible.” Michael smiled at his mate.
Nathaniel looked down on her with a look of pure love.
“Her blood is the most amazing thing I have ever tasted.”
Michael slid his finger between her legs and groaned.
“Her pussy is better.”
Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock until Michael winked at him. The soppy soul needed to relax a little. He was just joking.
Nathaniel laughed, and Margaret turned in her sleep so that she was now facing him.
Michael gazed down on her luscious body. Dark pink nipples, full breasts. He reached out and cupped one, unable to resist.
She smiled and sighed. “Michael.”
He fell in love with her at that exact moment. He could never do without her now.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” he whispered, and dropped his head to kiss her lips.
She smiled but barely responded.
“I’m a bit sore...”
Michael swallowed against his lust. He was being selfish.
“You rest, our third. Thank you for everything you gave us tonight.”
She giggled and opened her eyes.
“You will come back tomorrow night?”
Michael kissed her and lay down to cuddle her once again.
“Of course, Margaret. Sleep.”
Nathaniel leaned close and kissed her shoulder.
“Nothing will keep us from you, ever again.” Nathaniel whispered to her, and Michael wanted to roll his eyes.
Instead he reached down and slid his finger very gently over her clit.
She gasped and moved away from him.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again, Margaret.”
She smiled and reached up a hand to stroke his face.
“My Michael. Tomorrow.”
And with that final statement she fell asleep.