Carson and Cole's First valentines

Valentine’s Day.

I scoffed as I glanced at the calendar on the fridge. Was it really Valentine’s Day? It couldn’t be February already. There was no way I’d been stuck in this giant house with Cole and Kenneth for nearly four months already. It was impossible, but… I leaned closer, my eyes scanning the calendar, noting the bold slashes in red ink over days one through thirteen, reading the notes written in on different days like meeting at three o’clock or video call at ten o’clock. 

It really was Valentine’s Day. I’d been here for four months. Fuck.

I took a few shaky steps back and leaned against the counter. At a quarter past nine pm, the day was already almost over. That was the downside to being a vampire. We were awake at night and asleep during the day. Usually. Cole and Kenneth were a bit odd in that department because they did go about some of their business during the day, both dressing so that their whole bodies were covered, including wearing masks over their faces, trying to avoid the sun. 

Cole favored a mask reminiscent of Ghostface and Kenneth had a red one with devil horns. I was not allowed a mask as I hadn’t earned the privilege to leave the house. I didn’t have my bloodlust under control. There was no way they were letting me around humans anytime soon. 

I stared at the calendar blankly for a few more minutes, wanting to grab something to snack on but not knowing what, while also simultaneously wanting to crawl into bed with Cole and go back to sleep. Or to do… well, something else. Being a newly turned vampire, I was either always hungry, horny, or angry. There was rarely any in-betweens. Granted, I had my good moments, they just didn’t happen as often as I would have liked. 

Pushing off the counter, wondering idly if vampires even celebrated Valentine’s Day, I started making my way down the hall to the office at the end, wanting to peruse the bookshelves. I needed something to do, something to take my mind off the burning sensation in my gums and throat before it drove me mad. However, as I passed the bedroom, Cole stepped out, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. His hair was messy, telling me he’d just woken up. He probably started to wake the moment I rolled out of bed, if we were being honest. 

“What are you up to?” Cole asked, his expression guarded as he studied me, leaning against the door frame. 

My heart sank. He didn’t trust me. I didn’t blame him. 

“Going to grab a book,” I muttered, not meeting his brilliant blue eyes that I normally adored. “I need a distraction.”

Cole grunted and then sighed as he reached up to run a hand through his hair. “Hungry?”

I nodded, swallowing painfully. 

Stepping forward, he snaked an arm around my waist and drew me against him. “I can help you with that,” he whispered in my ear before spinning us around and walking me backward into our room. 

I glanced up at him, finally meeting his gaze as the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, almost sending me tumbling save for his arm keeping me upright. My pupils dilated as I grasped his biceps to keep myself steady, realizing what we were about to do, my body buzzing in anticipation. 

Cole smirked as he moved his arms from around my waist to grip my hips. Leaning down to press a kiss to my neck, his fangs grazed my sensitive skin, making me gasp. Yup. I definitely knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait. Before I could ask for me, he lifted me up and then tossed me back on the bed before crawling after me. 

“Ready, baby?” he purred.

I nodded eagerly. God yes, I was ready. I needed his blood in my mouth. And if he happened to bury himself between my legs in the process, well… I wouldn’t complain. Not one bit. 

Hovering over me, he reached a hand down to rub me through the soft cotton panties I was wearing, making me shudder.

I was going to get more than blood tonight. 

“Will you be my Valentine, love?” he murmured, his blue eyes flicking up from my center to meet my eyes. 

I blinked in surprise. “Did you just…?” I huffed a laugh before shifting with a moan, arching into his hand. “Of course, I’ll be your valentine. Did you think that I’d say no?”

Cole groaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder. “You infuriatingly beautiful creature. I’m trying to be romantic, and you are ruining it.”

I grimaced and turned my face to press a kiss to the side of his face apologetically.

“Better,” he grumbled against my neck as his fingers worked their way under my panties. “God, you’re already so wet for me. Do you want me, love?”

I nodded, swallowing in anticipation again. 

“Words, Carson. I need to hear you say yes,” Cole rumbled. 

“Yes, god damn it. Yes. I want you. I want you inside me. Your dick. Your blood. All of you,” I cried out as he sank a finger inside, warming me up. 

“Much better.” Cole pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, right over my pulse point. “Such a good girl, love. I promise I’ll take care of you tonight and forever. You just have to ask.”

I gasped as I squirmed under him. “Cole… Please… My throat hurts.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, shifting and angling his head to bare his neck to me. “Go for it. Bite me. Take what you need while I take what I need.”

I raised my head and pressed a kiss to his neck, my body now shaking. I was so close to getting what I wanted. My fangs descended and grazed against his skin, my nostrils flaring as I tried to scent the best place to sink my fangs into him. At the same time, Cole pulled his finger out of me and pushed my panties to the side before freeing himself from his boxer briefs. Holding himself steady over me, waiting for me to bite him, he rubbed the head of his cock against me, purposefully hitting my clit. I whimpered in response and then, not able to wait any further, went in for the kill, my teeth sinking into his skin, his blood spilling into my mouth. 

“Fuck,” Cole gritted out as he pushed into me. “Best fucking feeling in the world. I could die tonight and I’d be a happy man.”

I growled against his neck, voicing my displeasure. 

“Don’t worry, love. I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice huskier now as he slowly bottomed out and then held himself there, allowing me to adjust. “I have you to take care of, and what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t finish the job, especially on Valentines? I’m not stopping until you’re a quivering, sobbing mess and you tell me that you hate me yet again, because we both know when you say you hate me, what you really mean is that you love me.”

I pulled my fangs free for a minute, his blood dripping down my chin, to glare at him. “I do hate you. But what I hate more is that I love you, too, despite the fact that I hate you.”

“You’ll stop hating me eventually,” Cole huffed, settling into a steady rhythm that would have my eyes rolling back shortly as the pressure built. “Now drink.”

Loathe to oblige but needing to drink, I sank my teeth back into his neck and closed my eyes with a moan. I could get used to this. 

“Can we do this next Valentine’s Day?” I mumbled against his neck between draws. 

“We can do this every holiday, love.”