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

Something about Samantha, from the moment theyd first began their tango of violence, then of lustboth evenwas always able to draw some kind of humanity from Matthew. His breath caressed her lips as she pressed close, her soft body molding to the hard contours of his. She didnt ask much each request was something hed already granted her, given her, would continue to give her because it was something she craved. All of it she could have, but not now, not when he could sense the hunger stirring within her, driven closer to the edge by the looming scent of Lolas blood in the other room. Only partially satiated, he still thirsted, and he knew hers would soon be driving her mad with the need to feed. If she latched on in the heat of combined passion, it would take a lot to shake her loose, and he didnt want to damage her any more than he already had. Slowly he pulled back from her kiss, offering her a few more teasing caresses of his lips before he shifted, rising, and situated himself behind her. He fastened an arm around her waist, drawing her against his strong, broad chest. Breathing deep, drinking her in, he buried his nose in her blonde hair and then tucked her head beneath his chin. Suns up. I cant go anywhere yet, Sam. Out all night and up all day wasnt any way to keep their bodies in prime, functioning condition. Contrary to fictional literature, vampires required rest to keep some sort of circulatory system flowing in compensation for lack of a heartbeat. Too little sleep, not enough blood both were means to an end for Matthews kind. His chest expanded against her back as he shifted, drawing his free arm back in a bend to rest his head against it. When did wanting to pack my gut full of silver and set me on fire turn into love? he asked, donning a vacant expression. Lifting his head, he peered down at her face. The faintest trace of a smile tweaked one corner of his lip before it fell away, and he brought his hand up from the pillow to pull her hair away, giving him a better view. Even covered in scars she was a beautiful young woman, and that wouldnt change, no matter how many centuries he spent with her. What would change, or could change, for better or worse, was how she felt about him. As caught up in him as she was now, there was always the chance that another would strike her fancy, steal her from him. In the same respect, as he had time and time before taking Alicia as a mate, he could change partners as well. Settling back down, hours passed from day to night, and when the moon was high, its gentle luminance beckoning from behind the blinded window in the room, Matthew roused Sam with a light nip on her ear. Wake up. Its time to feed. He slid from bed with a grand bit of ease, his massive form elegant as he crossed to the door and pulled it open. A step out the door, he paused and glanced back at her. There was a frown most evident on his strong features, eyebrows pulled low over his green eyes. You need to dress first. Then well go. If they were going out, she wasnt exiting the cabin without being properly covered, though he had no qualms about going out bare-chested himself. . Mm. Zeb grunted, nodding. He knew she had food in the house, had been allotted some when theyd arrived. Home-cooked meals werent something he was used to, not since Reifer had slaughtered his mate. The image of her dead, bloody, and broken body flashed in his mind, but the moment Lolas voice entered his ears again, it dissipated. Her words caused the animal inside of him to stir while the man sat still, staring at her with probing eyes. His nostrils expanded, flared, and the first strong wave of female pheromones plunged into his system, corrupting him inside and out. Both civil and savage, he would manage to suppress his urge to have her. Besides, they were both injured, and he doubted she would take well to the idea of having such a fresh wound grasped in his strong hand. He didnt want to hurt her, either. But her heat would grow stronger in the passing days, weeks hed known females to last three weeks before they were either mated or fell out of heat for a few months. Years, huh? Despite his determination to sway his instinct away from the drive to take her his eyes swept over her, devoured her, branded her with a look. A creak split the silence as he shifted in the large chair. Im sure itll pass. Always does. Closing his eyes and staving off her scent by only breathing through his mouth, he turned his head away from her. His body ached, limbs exhausted from running, jaw from biting, snapping and tearing into flesh. He didnt wake until Matthew shook him awake. Hey, were going out to feed. Sun set. His jaw was taut, still able to smell the blood on both lycanthropes, he glanced toward Lola. He wasnt like them, but he could still smell the powerful pheromones pouring from her. Smirking, he tilted his head. Smells like youve got a problem.