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

The pain of the silver running its course down his throat and into his stomach was excruciating, throwing it up only doubled the pain because it seared his tissue twice. Partially aware of his surroundings while he retched, he heard Zeb call for Sam, and when she entered the room and her scent hit him, he calmed some. Dying a second time didnt seem so bad when she was around, but the idea that hed lose eternity with her sent him into frenzy. His eyes blurred, the craving for blood intensified, and he audibly snapped his jaws shut when he was rolled onto his back and she slid her hand over his forehead. For half a second before his thirst began to consume him, he wondered what she thought the first dumbest thing hed ever done was, recalling many instances. Convulsing when Luars wrist was opened and the thick crimson liquid began spilling from the wound, he would have latched on and clamped down, sucked her dry, had it not been for the pressure of Samanthas knee against his chest. The metallic tint in the air was maddening, and he homed in on each drop as it fell. A low, rumbling growl reverberated in his stomach and crawled through his chest, escaping out his mouth as his fangs grew. It took several long minutes and much struggling on his part before he regained his senses and snapped his jaw shut. Averting his eyes from the source of blood, he focused on Samanthas pale face and trembling figure. He sneered, frowned, and jerked away from the two men pinning him down. They would go out and feed tonight before another incident like that happened. Are you feeling better now, moron? Zeb asked, but Matthew wasnt focused on the male standing a few feet away. Zebs head turned and eyes on Lola, a crooked, half-smile on his face. Lunging for Sam, Matthew scooped her up into his arms and held her tight to his chest. He exited the room, vanishing down the hall to the guest bedroom. Once the vampires had disappeared, Zeb settled his attention on Lolas pack. Ill care for her now. Youre dismissed. When no one moved, he growled, the sound low, deep, and menacing as it spilled past his lips. OUT. The mental, one-word command seemed to register. Lolas pack cleared the room, drawing the door closed behind them. As the silence settled in the air, he turned and glanced down at Lola, studying her face carefully. Youre in heat. He could smell the potent pheromones, practically drowned in them. Adjusting the black robe, he couldnt suppress the satisfied grin that slithered across his features. Did I do that? With a low laugh, he pulled the chair hed been sitting in nearer to where Lola lay resting on the couch, and sank down into it with a groan. Whether the silver bullet was out of his system or not, he could still feel its effects, as well as the hole in his leg. But pain was temporary. Its a good thing we ate before getting shot. I imagine well both be in for a day or two at least. . You should have held on tighter, Sam. Matthew lay her down on the bed and went to find the pair of jeans hed discarded before jumping into her shower earlier. When he returned to the room, he was doing up the zipper, and by the time he reached her, crawling onto the bed and pinning her, they were secured around his waist. Look at you. Youre a mess. Pressing his palm to her cheek, his free arm slid behind her back. He could tell shed been shaken up when shed come rushing to him only minutes ago. Licking his lips, he knew it was his fault that she was in her present state. Later that night, he would take her out to feed. For now, they had to wait. Searching her eyes, his expression grew hard, recalling what shed revealed to him before the incident. Eyelids at half-mast, he lowered his face toward hers until he could brush the tip of his nose against hers. We should be on the move again by the end of this week, he said, knowing she would recall Reifers pursuit of them, his intent to kill Sam. Matthew wouldnt let that happen. Only he could end her life. Closing one hand gently around her neck, he stroked the scar there with his thumb as hed done many times. What can I give you, Samantha? He didnt know what she wanted in exchange for her love. Both of his strong hands framed her face, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Only just beginning to understand her need for affection, he shifted and rolled onto his side, effectively parting his lips from hers.