A Valentine's Short featuring Nathan and Jared from Bitten By Mistake.
Monday February 13th.
Jared poured two mugs of tea and handed one to Seb. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Seb eyed him over the top of his mug. “Doing anything special tomorrow?”
“Um…. It’s a Tuesday, so working, I suppose.”
Seb rolled his eyes and set his mug on the worktop. “I know that, I meant at night?”
“Nope, I don’t think so.” Jared frowned, wondering what was with all the questions. “Why?”
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day.”
The bark of laughter that statement caused almost made Jared spill his tea. “Can you seriously imagine Nathan’s face if I gave him flowers?” He laughed again as he pictured his big bad shifter mate holding a bouquet of red roses. “He’s so not the type to celebrate something like that.”
Seb grinned back at him, “I guess when you put it like that….” He took a sip of his tea, gaze still on Jared, and clearly not done with the subject. “But aren’t you going to get him anything at all, or maybe cook a nice meal?”
Jared shook his head. “Nah, I’m not bothered, and neither is Nathan. I doubt he even knows that it’s tomorrow.”
Tuesday February 14th
Jared woke up to an empty bed. Although he’d assured Seb that he wasn’t bothered about Valentine’s day in the slightest. It still stung a little that Nathan hadn’t even kissed him goodbye before he left for work.
Guess I was right. He has no idea what day it is.
Rolling onto his side, he glanced over at Nathan’s pillow and spied a small blue rectangular piece of paper. Smiling, he reached out to pick it up.
Had to go in early, sorry.
Be back around 5ish.
Okay, so that took the edge off his mood. Like he’d told Seb yesterday, neither of them were bothered about it being Valentine’s day. Thanks to the bond, they knew exactly how much they loved each other without having to resort to cheesy cards.
He got on with his day as per usual–breakfast work, lunch, more work–and by the time five o’clock rolled around he’d forgotten all about what day it was. His spine cracked as he stretched his arms above his head, and he sat back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. With any luck he’d be finished with this damn project soon, and he and Nathan could take the weekend off. His phone vibrated with an incoming text and Jared glanced down to see Nathan’s name on the screen.
Running late, be back about 6.
He stared at his phone for a second, then replied with an ok and set it back down. Usually when Nathan went in that early he was back by three, four at the latest. Jared tapped his fingers on his thigh, while a nagging thought did it’s best to take hold.
Nathan was behaving a little strangely. It was Valentine’s day. The two things couldn’t possibly be connected. And yet…?
Nah. Coincidence, that’s all it was. Not in his wildest imagination could he see Nathan doing something romantic because a date on a calendar told him he had to. Safe in the knowledge that he was right, Jared settled back on the sofa and turned on the PS4.
Two hours later, Jared smiled as he felt his bond with Nathan stir and strengthen. He must be in the building. Turning off the TV, Jared, stood and stretched, sighing as a wave of happiness washed over him. When it was quickly followed by a flash of smugness and excitement, Jared froze in the middle of the living room.
It was a Tuesday night. They had nothing planned that he knew of, so why was Nathan giving off vibes like that. Oh fuck.
Three seconds later, Nathan burst through the door, all smiles, carrying two white plastic carrier bags. The accompanying smell made Jared’s mouth water and for a second he forgot all about his impending doom.
Setting the bags on the worktop, Nathan strode over to him. “Happy Valentine’s.” Before Jared could reply, he found himself backed up against the wall, Nathan’s mouth on his. The kiss was desperate and needy, and Jared sank into it, tangling his fingers in Nathan’s hair.
“I thought you’d forgotten,” he whispered, when Nathan finally let him up for air.
“Not a chance.” Nathan trailed kisses along Jared’s jaw, working his way down until he reached the bite mark on Jared’s neck. “I might not remember every year, but I’m not going to miss our first one.” He licked and nipped at Jared’s skin, the hint of fang making Jared moan and tilt his head to the side. “I bought us dinner, so you don’t have to cook.”
As hot as it was having Nathan pin him in place and have his way with him, Jared couldn’t stop the feeling of oh shit.
Obviously their connection gave him away almost immediately, and Nathan pulled back to meet his gaze, frowning slightly. “Everything okay?” He glanced over at the bags of food, and back at Jared. “Oh fuck, you haven’t cooked us a meal or anything, have you? I knew I should have checked, but I wanted to surprise you and–”
“Stop.” He put his hand over Nathan’s mouth. “I haven’t cooked, and I am surprised. Thank you.”
Nathan smiled behind Jared’s fingers. “Good. But why the sad feelings?” Realisation slowly dawned, and though he tried, Nathan couldn’t quite hide the hurt expression that came with it. “You forgot.”
Scrabbling to think of something to say that wasn’t a lie, Jared mentally went through everything they had in the house to see if there was any way to salvage this, and … Oh. He had just the thing. He cupped Nathan’s jaw, and smiled. “I didn’t forget.” Not a lie. “I’m just not sure that what I’ve got in mind matches up to that delicious smelling food in the kitchen.” Also not a lie.
“Oh.” Nathan’s smile was back, and the bond hummed with satisfaction and pride.
“Come on, let’s eat it before it gets cold and I’ll give you your present afterwards.”
Nathan’s smile turned sly. “Like for dessert?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Nathan had no patience. None. As soon as Jared set his fork down and declared he was finished, Nathan was up and clearing their plates away. He turned around to face him, rubbing his hands together. “So….”
Jared laughed at him, but got up off his chair, and walked over. He placed a finger under Nathan’s chin and urged him closer for a kiss. “Wait here until I tell you to come in,” he whispered, finishing it off with a wink.
Nathan swallowed. “Hurry.”
Jared kissed him again, then deliberately sauntered off in the direction of their bedroom, smiling to himself when he heard Nathan’s frustrated groan. As soon as he was inside with the door closed, Jared raced over to their wardrobe and threw the doors open. “Where the fuck are you?” he muttered, scanning the shelves for the tell-tale box.
Fuck, he was sure it was in there somewhere. They’d not had it out since that night after the club, but Jared knew he’d packed it with everything else when he moved in with Nathan.
A small pile of boxes stacked in the corner caught his eye. “A-ha!” Kneeling, he pulled out the familiar-looking box and lifted the lid. Perfect.
Ten minutes later, he was ready.
Shoving his clothes into a pile next to the bed, he walked over to the door and pulled it ajar. “You can come in now.” Nathan would be quick, so Jared hurried back to the bed, climbed on and arranged himself as seductively as he knew how.
The door swung open a second later, hitting the wall with a bang. Nathan stood in the doorway, staring at him open mouthed. “Fuck me!”
“I was hoping you’d fuck me.” Jared fingered the edge of his collar and licked his lips.
Nathan’s gaze zeroed in on it. “Yeah.” He stalked forwards, stripping off his clothes as he moved, still fixated on the word written on the black leather. Claimed. “I can do that.”, Nathan reached the side of the bed and stopped to shuck off his jeans. He climbed on, and Jared immediately spread his legs wide in invitation.
“I’m ready, come on.”
Nathan smirked, and ran his thumb over Jared’s hole. “Thought I could smell lube.”
Jared pushed into his touch, wanting more, and bit back a moan as Nathan slipped the tip inside him. “Couldn’t… wait.” The low rumbling growl set him alight as it always did. He loved to make Nathan lose control a little. It always ended with teeth and orgasms, and Jared wanted it now. “Fuck me.”
Nathan growled again, fangs sliding out as he shuffled into position between Jared’s thighs. He thrust inside with one smooth stroke, and Jared arched off the bed to meet him.
Jared wrapped his legs around Nathan’s waist, urging him down to lie on top of him. Nathan obliged, his mouth immediately finding Jared’s neck and Jared cried out as he felt the sting of teeth pierce his skin.
Their connection blazed with want and need, burning through his veins like lava. He fisted Nathan’s hair, fingers tight as he held on, needing something to ground him. Nathan licked at the new mark he’d left, gripped Jared’s shoulders and fucked into him until Jared tumbled over the edge moaning Nathan’s name.
Still riding the high of orgasm, Jared guided Nathan in for a kiss, keeping him there as he tensed and spilled inside him.
“Happy Valentine’s day,” Jared whispered against his lips.
Nathan took a couple of seconds to answer, and when he did, he pushed up a little to meet Jared’s gaze. “You did forget, didn’t you?”
Their bond was still a happy buzz of contentment, so Jared offered him a sheepish smile. “No, I just didn’t think you’d want to celebrate.” He kissed Nathan again by way of apology. “Forgive me?”
Nathan raised an eyebrow and ran his thumb along the front of Jared’s collar. “I think I can manage that. I should surprise you more often.” Jared laughed and Nathan grinned back at him. “Happy Valentine’s.”
From animosity to searing passion in a lunar cycle… but can their bond survive?
Wolf shifter Nathan Kohl’s pack is his whole life. Arrogant and handsome, he avoids commitment to anything or anyone outside of his pack. He works hard, plays hard, and pursues humans as lovers because there’s little to no chance of him forming a permanent bond. However, when Jared Taylor comes into Nathan’s life, every rule is broken.
After a bad experience, Jared vowed to never get involved with another shifter, no matter how much they got under his skin. Despite being physically attracted to Nathan, who’s all kinds of hot, Jared only sees an arrogant, domineering bastard.
A disastrous case of mistaken identity throws Nathan and Jared together until the next full moon. Forced to spend the next twenty-eight days in close proximity, they can no longer ignore the powerful attraction between them. Passion ignites, and their relationship takes a turn neither of them wanted.
But when the full moon comes, everything might change again.
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.