Eternal Hearts (6 page)

“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 the 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.