Vampire, Historical (Regency), MMM erotic romance.
Blurb: Eric and Malcolm are over nine hundred years old. They love one another but they are tired. If they do not find their third mate soon, they will both go insane and commit suicide.
At a friend’s ball, the two vampires meet Jackson Essex. A gorgeous young lord who smells like pure heaven to them both. They want him and crave the mating that will bind them forever.
Jackson has always known he had unnatural feelings and cannot believe it when he meets two male vampires that inspire passion in him. The sex is incredible, but Malcolm and Eric want him to stay with them. They want a relationship with him, and Jackson doesn’t want to be a sodomite.
Two vampires on the verge of insanity and their human mate in denial about who he is. Disaster seems to be the only course for the ill fated trio.
The following evening Jackson followed his friend into a high priced brothel.
His conscience berated him. A whore house, just where he needed to be when he had two willing men ready to fulfil every fantasy he had ever had. How stupid was he?
He shook his head to dispel the thought. No, he needed a woman. He had to prove to himself that he needed more than just what Eric and Malcolm could provide.
The Madame sauntered up, patches covering what he could only assume would be syphilis marks.
Jackson shuddered at the thought.
“Could I help you, Sir?”
Jackson straightened his spine. He was going to do this no matter what. He had told Malcolm and Eric that he needed it. He would prove it, tonight.
“Yes, I want young, blonde, and voluptuous.”
The Madame crooked her finger, and a young girl appeared.
She would be close to twenty but not much over it. Her skin was fair and her body exactly what he liked.
She smiled shyly at him.
“Yes, thank you.”
The girl smiled brighter and turned to lead him out of the room. He followed.
He watched the way her hips swayed and looked at the lovely curve of her neck, yet his cock wouldn’t rise.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath. Should have drunk more whiskey.
She pushed open a door, and the smell of perfume and seed hit Jackson hard. Disgusting. He wanted to turn and leave but forced the door closed behind him.
“How would you like me, Sir?”
Jackson wanted to laugh. He was completely soft. How did she expect him to fuck her?
“I need you naked.”
Her eyebrows rose, but she did as he requested and shed her chemise and skirt. She was rather lovely to look at, with heavy breasts, nice pink nipples, and a thick patch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs.
He was really in trouble now.
Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the 'good bits'. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.
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