Eternal Hearts

Evernight
Publishing

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2013
Tamsin
Baker

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-430-6

Cover
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Editor:
Karyn
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This is a
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resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To the lovely author
Khloe
Wren. She is not only a brilliant friend, author and critique partner, her
menage
dragon shifter series was the first
menage
I ever read.

It is mostly thanks to her that the Third
Bite series exists. Thank you so much, missy!
xoxoxo

ETERNAL
HEARTS

Third Bite, 1

Tamsin
Baker

Copyright
© 2013

Prologue

London,
1811

All vampire unions are designed as ménage relationships.
Three generally, although legend has it that four is also possible. Without all
three or four of the vampires united, the others feel incomplete and often fall
into a depressive state. When and if they do find their third or fourth, the
soul rests happy forever.

Chapter One

A whore’s blood was not his first
choice. They were malnourished and often abused, but this one was simply
delicious. Her blood was thick and sweet, well worth the money he had paid for
her.

Nathaniel sucked once more before
extracting his fangs from her neck. The whore’s heart had begun to slow. He
didn’t want to kill her. She would be a great source of blood in the future.

The girl staggered away and turned
around to stare at him with horrified blue eyes.

“You’ll be fine. You won’t die, and
you won’t become like me. Thank you.” Nathaniel bowed and smiled charmingly at
her.

A ghost of a smile lifted her lips
as she turned and ran for the brothel from whence he had obtained her.

“I hope you didn’t fuck her, too.
She smelt like at least ten other men.”

Nathaniel shivered despite the crude
words, his long-time lover’s whisper moving over his skin like a caress. He had
missed that voice, missed the feeling their connection gave him even more.

He turned and smiled towards the
voice he knew so well. Normal human eyes wouldn’t be able to see the tall blond
vampire within the shadows. His eyes however, were not human.

“Michael.
Hungry,
my love?”

Nathaniel moved closer, and his cock
hardened, the whore’s recently ingested blood increasing his already ravenous
lust.

Michael, the blond bastard, smelt
divine to Nathaniel and tasted even better. Nathaniel didn’t stop moving
forward until he had pressed his whole body up against the other vampire, his
mate. Nathaniel moaned as his blood sang in recognition.

He dropped his head and sucked
Michael’s beautiful bottom lip into his mouth. He grabbed Michael’s arse with
both hands and pulled him in tighter, grinding his hardening cock against his
long-time lover in welcome.

Michael threw his arms around
Nathaniel’s neck and kissed him back. Michael thrust his tongue between
Nathaniel’s teeth, and Nathaniel groaned.
Fuck, that
felt so good
.

Michael turned quickly and reversed
their positions, pushing Nathaniel up against the solid stone wall and tearing
Nathaniel’s breeches open.

“It’s been a while, Michael.”
Nathaniel panted, spreading open the flap on his breeches as his lover dropped
to his knees. It had been three hundred and two days, but he would never admit
to his lover than he had been counting.

Michael looked up with a hungry
expression.

“Too long.”

Wet suction engulfed the end of
Nathaniel’s cock, and he moaned. His head fell back against the wall as he slid
his fingers into Michael’s hair.

Michael moved on him with expert
rhythm, taking almost all of Nathaniel’s length into his mouth and cupping his
balls with a warm palm.

Nathaniel felt his orgasm racing
down upon him. He gasped with the effort and pulled Michael’s head back,
forcing him to look up.

“I’m going to come. Is that what you
want?”

Michael shook his head and stood up,
opening his own breeches and exposing his long, thick cock.

“No, I want to fuck you tonight.”

Nathaniel’s balls throbbed with
having to wait, but his body tingled with anticipation. He dominated with all
other males except Michael. They shared the role, and each knew what the other
needed. Michael wanted him more tonight, and Nathaniel was happy to give it to
him.

Nathaniel turned around, braced
himself against the wall and dropped his head down on to his arms. He spread
his legs a little and waited for his lover.

It had been months since he’d been
with a male and just under a year since he’d seen Michael. His arse was going
to be sore in the morning, but he didn’t care. His need for his mate had always
overruled any fear of discomfort. As he felt Michael’s lips press against his
arse he moaned in appreciation. Michael’s wet tongue rimmed his arse hole,
loosening him, preparing him.

Nathaniel felt Michael’s love for
him flowing through their physical contact, and he shuddered to think of what
was to come.

Nathaniel tilted his hips in
invitation and soon felt two saliva-wet fingers sliding into him. He groaned
and bumped his hips against Michael’s fingers. It burned a little but soon
turned into a pleasant throb and then an ache.

“Fuck me, Michael.”

He spread his legs wider, groaning
in relief when he felt Michael’s cock at his entrance. Nathaniel pushed back,
eager for the feeling only Michael gave him.

Michael’s strong hands gripped his
waist, and Michael thrust in, right to the root in one mighty push.

Burning pain burst through him,
quickly followed by the most intense pleasure. No pleasure felt like the
pleasure a vampire received from their true mate. Michael was Nathaniel’s true
mate, and he thanked God for him every single day.

“
Fuuuuuck
...”
Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut and squeezed his arse tightly around his
lover. Nothing felt as good as sex with Michael. If only they could make their
relationship work as well as the sex.

Michael’s deep voice moaned in his
ear before saying, “You better not have let anyone else in my arse.”

Nathaniel moaned, ignored the
statement and moved his hips. He was aching for the deep arse fucking that only
Michael gave him. No, that he only
allowed
Michael to give him. No one else would do.

His lover pulled back and thrust
deep again. Stars splintered on the edges of Nathaniel’s vision. Pleasure
tingled down the backs of his legs, but Michael had stopped again.

“Tell me, Nathaniel, now!”

Nathaniel let his head fall back so
that it touched Michael’s shoulder. He whispered to his lover.

“You’re the only one who has ever
fucked me, Michael. And the only bastard who ever will.”

Michael bit into his neck, the pain
sweet and possessive. His big vampire wanted all the words but never returned
them. That saddened Nathaniel, but he knew his lover’s limits. It was part of
loving Michael.

Michael moved deep and fast,
thrusting in the exact right way to push Nathaniel over the edge in record
time.

Nathaniel put his forehead back down
on his arms and tilted his pelvis again. That was it. His balls tightened, and
his cock tingled.

Nathaniel moaned aloud as his orgasm
swept him up, his seed shooting through him and out, blasting the wall, the
ricochet effect within his body just as huge. His legs shook, and he fell
forward. Michael fucked him deep one more time, then with a loud moan, pulled
out and came on the ground between them.

Michael slumped onto him. His hot
breath, sweat
, and cum smells were designed to raise
Nathaniel instantly.

Nathaniel turned around and pulled
Michael into his arms as they fell against the wall.

“I have missed you so much, my
love.” He stroked Michael’s hair as his lover held him tightly.

“I’ve been in France.”

Nathaniel laughed and pushed his
lover off him, rearranging his clothes to cover himself again. Why couldn’t
Michael just say it back?