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

Zebs eyes skimmed over her features, watching her expression change from one of amusement to one of thought, the edges of her lip turning down toward her chin. The scars on her face didnt matter in fact, he didnt even see them as scars, but as a part of her, of her history, what shed been through. Sergeis name rang a bell, and he wondered how Lolas fate was twined with the fellows. If no male had thrust her into heat as shed said, their relationship couldnt have been anything but platonic. That was enough to settle the edge of tension that started to creep into Zebs mind, broken when Lola rose to her feet. Her hand lighted on his shoulder, just the slightest of touch, but as she padded toward the exit, the impulse to follow her was overwhelming. Reigning himself in, he cleared his throat and nodded. In her absence, he allowed himself time to rationalize his thoughts and urges. She was in heat, and he was in a state of intoxication and enchantment, captivated. It was chance that his dominant display back in the woods had sent her temperature spiking and her body to prepare for mating. In turn, once the beast inside of him recognized its achievement, it began to pace, to lunge, to lust. Without a mate, and being a creature desiring of a females intimate and affectionate company, instinct left Zeb a riddled mess. Her body craved his as his did her, and he hadnt a single doubt that in taking her she would deny him. But in allowing the mating ritual to reach completion, he couldnt help but wonder where they would be after. Her pack respected him, or at least most of its members did. Marking her with his scent might set the harmony of the group off, whether for a short or long period he wasnt sure. Inhaling a deep breath, his mind began to clear with the fresh air, but clouded the instant his senses were bombarded once again with that all-too-inviting fragrance that permeated her flesh. Thanks, he said, eyes trained on her face as he accepted the clothing. Without concern or hesitation to exposing his body before her, he took a step back and undid his robe. Setting the shirt on the counter, he first pulled on the pair of jeans. Sure enough, Sergeis size was close enough to his own that the denim only sagged a minimal few inches off his hips. The shirt came on over his head next, and then he turned his attention to the hamburgers, all of which were nearly finished. Is her scent still strong on me? He couldnt tell. Having been around her for so many years, her natural scent and perfume combination had become something hed been accustomed to. Back home, it didnt matter much there was no other woman he wanted, even after her death. Whether it would bother Lola or not was something he was curious about. Seeking out and producing a loaf of bread and two plates, he set them down on the counter and proceeded to remove the burgers from the heated skillet. The meat steamed as he placed each on a slice of bread, and once finished, he handed a plate to Lola. Silence seemed imminent, resounding in the cabin with just their presences to fill space. Wandering back into her living room, he sank down on the couch and turned on the television, hoping it along with the food would distract his thoughts. . Not a minute late, Matthew arched a brow high on his forehead, curious how Samantha had managed to avoid staining the top she had changed into. It was obvious by the perfume on the article that it had belonged to another woman, not to a shop in the area. The fragrance wasnt repulsive in the least, but it wasnt something he was attracted to either it wasnt Sams scent, though hers mingled with the other womans. Catching the glimmer of life returned to her blue eyes, Matthew lowered his eyes to hers as she neared and spoke. He wasnt the only one whose appearance had drastically improved. Samanthas complexion, albeit pale in life after death, had improved, giving her a certain luminescence about her that he couldnt deny as fetching. With a deep breath in, his arms snaked out, and his fingers curled over her hips, drawing her to him. Leaning down, the fingers of his left hand slid to the small of her back and then skated up her spine in the slowest of fashions. When he reached the smooth black ribbon at the nape of her neck, he toyed with it, gave it a playful tug that threatened to undo the knot, before his lips met hers. The kiss he bequeathed her was both affectionate and demanding, and he didnt give a single thought to passersby who might chastise the public display. It wasnt quite time to call it a night, and judging by the clinging smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol on her person. I like this outfit better, he murmured, sliding his lips and fangs along her jaw to her ear. Not too revealing, but not difficult to remove. A devilish grin riddled his features, and he took a step back, hand grasping hers, and turned to seek out the club she had picked to hunt at. People came and went every day no one would assume that Samantha had picked the top she wore off the woman. Regardless, if any individual should, they could escape and never be found, leave no trace behind to be tracked. Music pulsed from inside the building, loud enough to hear from a distance, and by the time Matthew reached the doors his arm was wound around Sams waist in a possessive and protective manner. The last time they were at any sort of club, theyd been trying to kill each other or hadnt been on good terms. With a grin, his nose grazed the top of her ear as his breath whispered over the shell. Do you want to dance?