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

The look on Zebs face at Matthews statement turned the vampires lips into a devious smirk, aware that the male lycan was struggling with his instinct. Had it been him, Matthew wouldnt have given a second thought to following through with what nature willed. Turning his head when he heard Sams footsteps, his thoughts about running with instinct vanished, leaving his thirst for blood in the dust. The fact that she was dressed as she was, though, triggered something deeper, something other than lust a desire to cover what he believed was his. That woman was showing off more skin to than he wanted her to, but his tightly clenched jaw kept him from demanded she turn back around and find something else to wear. His eyes trailed her from the wall to the couch, never straying from her face. Watching as the two women exchanged glances and words, Matthew turned to look at Zeb, who had a wicked smirk playing on his features, just as Matthew had seconds ago. He could hear the stupid mutts thoughts, and regardless of whether they were meant as a tease or not, he shut them out. In fact, he shut out everything Sam, Lola, and Zeb, but he kept a strict eye on his mate. Zeb, on the other hand, kept his gaze fixated on Lola, and shifted forward in the chair when she swung her feet off the side of the couch. As she passed in front of him, he got a good, strong whiff of her, and decided to get up as well, regardless of how stiff his leg was. Once the vampires were out of the cabin, silence settled into the small space. Youre hungry already? he inquired, grabbing a chair on his way into the kitchen. Setting the wooden chair down in the middle of the kitchen floor, he reached out and slid his fingers over the crook of her elbow, pulling her back at an easy pace until her shoulder brushed his chest. With a measured breath out and a slower one back in, he angled his face so he was had a more direct view of her profile. Slipping around to her front, eyes on hers, he let his gaze fall slowly to the tie on her robe. Careful hands worked to undo it, and once open, he slid the robe back from her shoulders. Nothing on her body was something hed never seen on a woman before, nothing he hadnt touched she was just new. The wound on her hip was bad but healing, already scabbing up. He brushed his fingertips just above it. Sit down. Taking a step toward her, he urged her back toward the seat, helped her down into it. Her scent was rich, intoxicating. Closing her robe back around her body, he left her to tie it and wandered over to the fridge. There had to be something he knew how to cook. The refrigerator door opened with a creak and he peered inside. When he found a pack of meat, hamburger, as he was accustomed to back in the city, where getting out to hunt was a rarity, he pulled it out and set it on the counter. Hamburgers were easy enough. Hed molded a few burgers before. On the grill several times, a skillet a few. Scrounging around in her kitchen, he managed to find what he needed and set to forming four thick burgers. Guess vampires arent the only ones wanting a night feeding, Zeb said over his shoulder, slapping each burger down and turning up the heat. The fat from the meat sizzled and he breathed deep, finally able to smell something besides Lola. While the hamburger cooked, he walked back over to where she sat and squatted down in front of her. Dont suppose you have anything in this place I could put on? Pair of jeans and a shirt? . Whats that look for? Matthew asked as they walked, green eyes latched onto her affectionate, coy smile. His mind was still on the outfit she had on, not on the glimmer in her blue eyes or the hint of mischief about her person. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the elbow, rough yet gentle, and reeled her in. Dont let anyone touch you tonight. Because if you dont kill them, I might. His lips met her temple, and then he was off, tearing up the road. He stopped when he reached town, a small place without much going for it but the source of sustenance it possessed. Meet back here in fifteen. Shooting Sam a glance, he vanished, off to terrorize the neighborhood. The prey he chose was young woman he found jogging on the streets. After that day, she would be seen no more. He wasnt in a state where he could let his victim live, and so he drank, and drank, until shed been drained dry. All the while Samanthas request of him ran circles in his mind. He could give her what she wantedaffection. But love. Returning to the spot hed departed from, the very same hed told her to return to, Matthew glanced around, looking for Sam. Time away from the cabin so redolent with blood and pheromones wouldnt be a bad idea. There was a small hotel, hed seen it. And while they were away, they could get a hold of some proper clothing for her.