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

The patter of water against the shower floor seemed excessively loud in the silence of the small room, the door to the bedroom open wide. No one would enter the guest room. No one else was in the house. But if someone happened along and saw Samantha as she was, naked and comfortable in his embrace, Matthew would slaughter them. The other day hed wanted to kill Zeb for his smart remark when he found them in bed together. He despised other men ogling his woman, his mate. His eyes remained fixated on one spot on the tile wall, staring at it with great intent as Sams thoughts, her feelings, entered his mind. What she said wasnt anything hed ever hard before, neither in his mortal life of his life as an immortal bloodsucker. He could feel her cold fingers between his, the smooth texture of her skinand something else. His eyebrows knitted together in a tight V , and he felt compelled to kiss her. Through everything that she said, he gathered she no longer loathed him, was bitter no more, but enjoyed his presence, no matter how poor his company was from time to time. Shifting his weight, her voice suddenly entered the atmosphere, breaking the silence, and he loosened his hold despite what she requested. He shut down his mind, not allowing any of her thoughts in or any of his thoughts out. His fingertips scraped slowly and gently over the damp, silky flesh of her belly. No. And then his hands slid to her hips. The way his gut churned wasnt something he was accustomed to, and his inability to meet her eyes did more than frustrate him. A low growl parted his lips, and he bared his teeth in irritation as he stepped around her, letting his hands slide away from her body. Slapping the water off, he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and gathered his clothes. What his mind was beginning to register wasnt what he had intended to happen he hadnt intended to develop any sort of emotional tie to her. Chest rising and falling with heavy, aggravated breaths, he wheeled back around and stalked toward her. Grabbing her chin, he jerked it fiercely up to face him, eyes boring into hers. Im leaving tomorrow, and youre not coming with me. Space. He needed to put distance between himself and Samantha. His mind raced over every encounter hed had with her, from fightsverbal and violentto gentle touches, kisses, caresses, and the two nights hed slid into her body. A piercing pain struck him hard in the back of the skull, causing colors to flash before his eyes and a wild snarl to tear past his lips. Gnashing his teeth at her, a hand around her neck in a crushing grip, he whirled around pinned her sleek figure to the frame of the door. His eyes were blood red, full of lust, hungerconfusion. The tendon in his thick neck throbbed, and his jaw flexed. His demented stare swept over her once more before his eyes locked with hers. It was the persistent tug at the back of his mind that forced him to relax his grasp on her throat, and he took a step back. He needed to hunt again, needed to get away from her. Youre like poison, he growled, unable to distract himself long enough to move further away. Again, like a hungry dog, he devoured her with his eyes. A lethal drug. Something that can kill, but only if I take you. From this point on, I dont want you. I dont want anything to do with you. Long strides carried him to the bedroom door, which he opened and slammed behind him, leaving her to herself as he went flying toward the front door. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he almost turned it before his senses returned to him, and he back away. A wolfish snort exploded from Zebs nostrils when she told him the names of the males that would likely be his competition. He couldnt help but wonder how long it had been since shed gone into heat, or how long he would have to learn how to take each male down without much of a fight. The less bloody the better her pack was small, and he didnt particularly want to kill any of them. Give it time. Control wasnt something he lacked entirely, despite how strong the pull of the wolf constantly pacing inside him could be sometimes. Dampening his lips, he cocked his head to one side when she turned onto her back, and when she questioned him, a devious smile turning up the corners of her lips, he arched his eyebrows. For a moment or two he just stared at her, pondering whether her questions were sincere. Water rippled around his strong, lean thighs as he walked toward her. His form was massive, and the closer he got to her, the more he pushed his shoulders back, broadening his chest. When he reached her where she was on the bank, he squatted down beside her. Boldly, he pressed his palm against the side of her neck, stretching his thumb out so that the side of it brushed over her cheek, just under her cloudy, blind eye. The expression painted over his features was weighted, serious. Turning his head as his hand began to move, gliding over her shoulder, the crease between her arm and breast, and over her side to her stomach, he paused. He inhaled and slid his hand just below her navel, littlest finger resting against the slight curve of her belly. His eyes returned to hers, and he grinned. If youre going to show your belly off to me now, maybe I dont need to worry about challenging your pack for any sort of rights. Giving her stomach a light pat, he rose to his feet. A shuffle in the trees alerted him to someones presence, and then he heard voices. The scent he caught on the wind wasn't Lupine, it was human. You allow hunters on your land? Furrowing his brow, he scanned the trees.