Thread: Bleed Me or Love Me, Either Way I Die (Raivh and Rogue)

Sinking down onto the couch and reaching for the remote, Matthews eyes trailed Samantha down the hall. Absently he pressed power on the television remote, and the screen came flickering to life. His stare remained glued to the door of the guest bedroom. A few moments later, he heard the shower start up. The pipes groaned and creaked. Samantha seemed distant, out of sorts, more so than she had when theyd fought before and theyd had many, many nasty fights. Letting out a long sigh, he settled against the back of the couch, and turned his head to watch the news broadcast. It was supposed to rain the rest of the week, including severe thunderstorms and potential hail. Several long moments passed in silence, his thoughts constantly drifting back to Sam, though he tried to force them elsewhere. She was mad or sadsomethingbut all he could do was feed her anger, her frustration at least thats what he thought was the only thing he was capable of. Loving her was impossible he hated her, just as he always had. Another sigh heaved in his chest, and he licked his lips, turning off the television. Did he still hate her? Visions of her blue eyes and her bright, coy smile flashed through his mind. A snarl rumbled in his chest and he clamped his teeth together. Memories of the other day when hed climbed into bed with her and held her close shot to the front of his mind. Tension radiated through his limbs, but his jaw relaxed a fraction of an inch, relieving some of the ache in it. Opening his eyes, unsure of when theyd closed, he glanced toward the guest room, and the sound of running water reached him yet again. No, she was fine she was just going through a snit. Pushing off the couch as he inhaled, he straightened out his back. Sam, he growled, stepping into the bathroom. With an easy swipe of his hand, he pulled the curtain aside. His eyes roamed her body, drinking her in, and a wave of lust crashed over him. He wasnt bothered by her scars, didnt find them repulsive. Samantha was a very attractive woman, and his mate. Before he could retract his hand, he was reaching in and gently taking hold of the hand to her injured arm. With great care, he stroked the scarred tissue, noticing that it was fading away, recessing, and being replaced by good, clean, porcelain flesh. His eyes were locked with hers, staring into the blue depths, before they dropped to the mark on her neck, the nastiest scar of all, and the one shed received from his torment. Stepping back, eyes still focused on her slender neck, he peeled his shirt off over his head, exposing a strong, bare chest. What you did today was stupid, running toward a flaming car. You could have died. His lips twitched into a snarl that disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and by the time it was gone, his pants were piled atop his shirt. Gaze unmoving from hers, he stepped toward the shower again, lifted one leg over the tub, then the other, and came to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms about her waist, securing her against his chest and stomach. Why did you risk yourself for me? You hate me, dont you, like I hate you? His arms tightened around her and he pressed a kiss to the hollow behind her ear. You dont love me. Youre still in love with Dominic, and youre mad because I took him away from you. ------ He knew the vampires were more than capable of handling themselves, but that hadnt been his point. In fact, he didnt know what his point had even been. Nodding, he glanced once more in the direction of the cabin, and then back to her. His eyes flitted over her slowly, taking in her figure less subtly than he had before. She had the perfect body for bearing pups, strong, healthy pups at that. But Zeb was aware that a womans looks didnt always mean she was capable of having children. His own mate hadnt been able to conceiveshed been barrenbut hed loved her all the same. Realizing hed been staring several minutes longer than necessary, he shook his head and met her green eyes. I think we should wash this blood off, he stated, brushing past her and wandering toward the steadily flowing, crisp, clear water of the stream. Her scent flooded his senses, making his mouth water almost as much as the smell of fresh blood had, but this type of hunger was much different. He wondered how long Matthew and Samantha intended to stay with Lola. Part of him hoped it was a while, but another part of him required it was short. A strong female was difficult to come by, and a strong female in heat would be the last push to render him insane. And he had no doubt he would be fighting tooth and nail against the members of Lolas pack for first prize her. Glancing over his shoulder to see if she was following, he waded waist deep in the water. Who is the strongest of the three men in your pack? he asked nonchalantly, already instinctively sizing up his rivals. Bending, he splashed water into his face, clearing away the crimson stain of blood. He took several sips of the clear liquid before crossing to the opposite bank that had led them into the water. Have you had any recent dominance challenges? Growling low in his throat, a deep bass that most couldnt hear, he chuckled, doubting that any of the males hed met earlier could steal away this womans affections. Then again, he didnt have much chance either. Being an outsider meant he was just that, a nobody in their world, even if he was an alpha. Real wolves wouldnt have allowed him onto their territory, not without a fight, and he would have had to claim rights to dominance in her pack.