Eternal Hearts (9 page)

“Don’t you dare bite me,
Michael.
I need to talk to you about this.”

Michael groaned but let her go.
Relief swept through her as she realized she could trust him. She needed to
know that she could. Trust and love went hand in hand for her.

“There’s nothing to talk about,
Margaret. We have waited five hundred years for you. We can keep you happy,
fulfilled in every way. You won’t miss this life at all.”

Margaret stamped her foot and moved
closer to Nathaniel, who stood close to the blazing fire now. He was the
reasonable one.

“Nathaniel, please, can’t you
understand? I finally have my life back. I have spent a decade nursing my
disgusting invalid husband. Why can’t I have another year or two as a human? It
would be nothing to you.”

Nathaniel looked over at Michael
then back at her. His eyes almost undid her. He looked so vulnerable, hurt.

“We can’t force you, Margaret, but
know this. Every second we are apart weighs on us.
Hurts us.
Tonight Michael and I felt complete for the first time in our entire existence.
Asking us to give that up now is impossible. It would destroy us.”

She groaned and ignored the guilt
creeping into her heart.
Why was she
being so selfish?

No!
Why didn’t they understand? She wasn’t asking them to
do without her at all. She just wanted to remain human. It wouldn’t be forever.
She just wanted a little more time.
 

“That’s the issue, Nathaniel. You
have already lived that long, and you want this. I didn’t even know you existed
until four days ago. Give me some time to assimilate and adjust. I’m not going
anywhere.”

Nathaniel moved over to sit on her
bed,
their bed
now. She had bought a
whole new bed suite after her husband had passed, and now she would never think
of it as any other way.

“What could you want more than us?”

Margaret flushed, in both anger and
embarrassment. She didn’t want more; she wanted both.
Them
and
her old life.

“What we share is amazing,
Nathaniel, but you are asking me to give up my whole life for good sex.”

It hurt her to lie, but there it
was.

Nathaniel growled, and Michael moved
closer, laying a hand on his lover. How unusual, she had never seen Michael in
the calmer role before. The part of her that wasn’t angry recognised that as a
very
bad sign.

“It is not just good sex, Margaret.
Once you are a part of us, bonded to us, you will know what it is like to feel
truly happy and complete. Your status and human life will mean nothing.”

She threw up her hands and walked
over to the fire, pacing in front of it. How dare they assume to know what was
good for her?

“Children?
I have never had a child. Must I give up the opportunity to do so?”

This argument seemed to give the two
men pause. They looked at each other with rather unusual looks on their faces.

“It is possible for us to sire a
child, but it is extremely rare.”

She put her hands on her hips and
lifted her chin. A warning sounded in the back of her head telling her that she
was going too far, yet she continued on.

Perhaps pointing out a worse
alternative was necessary to get what she wanted. She wouldn’t give them up,
couldn’t
. But she kept that to herself
as it wouldn’t serve her purpose.

“It doesn’t need to be you. I could
marry someone else and have a child. We could be together in twenty years’
time. That’s no time at all for you to wait compared to the five hundred years
you have already waited.”

Michael moved first, as she knew he
would. He gripped her arms hard and stepped so close that it forced her head
back.

“No one else will touch you, ever
again.”

She groaned when she felt his hard
cock press against her belly. He let go of her, and his breeches were thrown
onto the pile of clothes. She gasped at his speed and reached for his neck.

Michael moved his hands to her waist
and lifted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, unable to
resist him and what he could give her. His fingers fondled her pussy opening
and clit making her gasp and arch against him as he branded her as his.

Her body heated under his skilful
hands and intense stare, but she resisted, pouting and complaining like a
child.

“Michael, you aren’t playing fair.”

He pulled her dressing gown off her
body and grabbed her arse hard. She gasped and shook with the desire she felt
flowing from her mate. Michael stared into her eyes as he pulled her down and
impaled her in one sharp thrust.

Margaret groaned and threw her head
back as her tender body parted for him. She raked her nails down Michael’s back
as hard as she could. He arched and moaned in response, his blue eyes clouded
with passion. Somewhere in her soul his need to possess her sparked a similar
need in her.

She looked across at Nathaniel,
standing alone and hard next to the bed.

“I need you, too.” She held out her
hand, and he walked forward, reaching out for her.

Michael was holding her down on him,
his cock pulsing inside her, but unmoving.

“I’ll wait.” Nathaniel stroked her
face, and she shook her head.

It would take courage, but she knew
she could take them both.

“No, I want you to take me how
Michael takes you.”

Nathaniel’s eyes
darkened,
and he looked at Michael with a look of hunger she couldn’t believe after what
they had already shared.

Michael nodded and lay down onto the
bed with her still on top of him. Nathaniel moved behind her and ran his now
oiled fingers between her arse cheeks, slipping one finger inside her.

She gasped at the pain and tightened
around his finger.

Michael groaned beneath her,
thrusting up. His movement distracted her from what Nathaniel was doing.

Realizing that was the key, Margaret
moved forward and pressed her lips to Michael’s, encouraging him to kiss her,
distract her, pleasure her.

Nathaniel pushed his cock against
her tight entrance and lay down on her, whispering in her ear.

“This will burn a little to begin
with, but if you relax and focus on the pleasure, you will come to love it as
we do.”

Margaret turned her head and offered
her lips to Nathaniel. He thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time as
he entered her, pushing hard until he filled her completely.

She groaned. It did burn. It was
quite painful really. How did Nathaniel do this? She broke off, gasping for
air.

Nathaniel moved his hand around her
belly and pressed on her clit. She moaned, the fire in her belly reigniting.

Both men moved, in and out of her.
She had never been more aroused or felt so overwhelmed, so full. And it wasn’t
only her body they were possessing. Her heart was being ravaged. She would
never be the same after this night.

They began moving faster and harder.
The feelings were indescribable.
 

“Are you okay, sweetheart” Michael
was thrusting up into her wet pussy hard and fast, his face showing equal parts
of pleasure and restraint.

She nodded. Her belly was so tight
and full she didn’t quite know how she was feeling.

“I need you to come, Michael. Push
me over like you did last night ... please.”

She was so close to another orgasm.
Her pussy was so tightly coiled, her clit ready to implode. If he could release
his seed and trigger her orgasm as he had before, it would be perfect.

Michael released a feral noise and
grabbed her hips, thrusting up hard and fast.

“Come with me, sweetheart please. I
love feeling you squeeze my cock.”

Nathaniel was still moving in her
from behind slowly, but Margaret focused on Michael’s frantic movements, her
pussy tightening further. Nathaniel moved his fingers faster on her clit, and
she exploded. She screamed out loudly as she triggered Michael’s climax, and
his hot seed pulsed up and into her. That set off more contractions that shook
her, fluid pouring into her and out of her.

Nathaniel moved faster, thrusting
into her harder as she and Michael moaned and shook. Just as she fell forward
Nathaniel moaned and flooded her arse, his pleasure in her soaking in and
completing her. The three of their souls weaved closer together, a mutual groan
pulled from all three of them.

Tears slid down Margaret’s cheeks as
the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her. She had taken them both, and she
had loved it.

As soon as Nathaniel stopped
shaking, he withdrew and collapsed onto his side. She looked down on him, and
he put out his arms, pulled her off Michael’s body and onto him.

Still panting he begged her.

“We can’t let you share this with
another man, Margaret. We can’t. We will do almost anything to keep you, but
please don’t make us do that.”

She sighed and stroked her beloved
Nathaniel’s face. Maybe she had gone too far by threatening that. Her whole
body buzzed as Michael spooned her from behind and pressed his lips to the base
of her neck.

She needed to be honest. They didn’t
deserve to be tricked and fooled into giving her what she needed.

“I don’t want anyone else. I just
wanted you both to give me a little bit more time, and I was cruel to say such
a thing. I don’t want a child if it means letting another man bed me. And I
don’t want to wait twenty years to be mated with you both, but I need a little
bit of time. I need to know that you will respect my choice simply because it
is my choice. I haven’t had any control over my life for so long, and I can’t
have that taken away again. Please?”

Michael bit into her neck at the
back, and she moaned in pleasure, her blood singing in rapture.

Michael broke off instantly and
soothed the hurt with his tongue.

“All right.”
He whispered into her ear and reached around to cup her breast.

Nathaniel was at her front, and he
kissed her softly on the mouth.

“All right.”

She needed time to work out what she
wanted. Margaret knew that she was meant for Nathaniel and Michael. They were
made for her and
she
for them, but that didn’t mean
she had to give up her whole life to be with them.

She sighed happily nestled in
between them, soft kisses and words binding them together where her sacrifice
wouldn’t.

She fell asleep in their arms and
slept safe and sound.

****

Margaret woke up alone around noon
and slipped from her bed. She pulled the bell for her maid and laughed to
herself. Never had she felt so alive, so happy. But she needed a bath. She was
sore, and her whole room smelt like sex and male.

Her maid dipped a curtsy and blushed
when she entered Margaret’s room. It was a scene the poor maid would have to
grow accustomed to. Margaret was not losing her vampires for a very long time.

“I need a bath, Betsy. Then I wish
to get ready for Lady Benedictine’s luncheon.”

The maid nodded and slid her eyes to
the still closed curtains.

“You know it is snowing, my lady?”

Margaret shrugged. The weather meant
naught to her.

“Then I shall wear my new fur-lined
coat.”

Margaret moved to the chair in front
of the fire to wait for her bath to be drawn. She was determined to have it
all.
Her beautiful, generous lovers and her lady of leisure
lifestyle within the London ton.
Nothing would stop her.

****

Margaret was soon clean, dressed
warmly, and in her carriage. The snow had fallen heavily all night whilst she
had been indulging herself with her two vampires.

She smiled to herself and laid her
head back again the soft head rest.
Divine exhaustion.

The luncheon was lovely, the ladies
interesting and the food exquisite. Could she really give all of this up for
two vampires she barely knew?

She was on her way home when she
heard an ungodly noise. The carriage tipped to one side as the wheels crunched
and skidded. Real fear had Margaret gripping the handle of her door.
 
Margaret screamed as she was thrown across
the carriage, and everything went black.

Chapter Seven

Michael awoke in Nathaniel’s arms
with a start. Something was very wrong.

“Nathaniel, wake up.” He shook his
lover and jumped to his feet. He was dressed in moments.

Nathaniel sat up with a puzzled
expression, then turned to the side of their bed and began retching.

Michael threw Nathaniel’s clothes at
him and gasped as his own wave of pain swept through his belly, sharp and hot.