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

His mind wasnt even on whether or not shed been worried about him, whether she loved him or hated him. Hell, the moment hed been trapped inside a flaming ball of metal and rubber, Matthew had only cared about survival, his survival. Until shed come rushing toward him, and then something else had struck a chord in his already temperamental self. Images of Samantha being consumed by flames, as Reifer would have loved to do back in New York, had nearly reset Matthews long gone heartbeat. Now, his heart was hard, and his fury was greater than the hot blaze behind them. A low growl tore from his throat when she cut in front of him, glowering at him with those damn blue eyes of hers and that pretty face. She was the first and the last person he wanted to see right then, but he wasnt in a mood to tolerate her attitude and her remarks. His eyes glazed over, blurring her form from his vision as her shouts entered his ears, resonated in his mind, and then were dispelled as anger swept in to fuel what already existed. Too caught up in his rage, in his lack of rational thought, he hadnt even attempted to tap into her mind, to find out if she was saying things she didnt want to out loud. His teeth were clamped tightly shut, and he ground them together as he watched her saunter away. One word filtered past his resounding fury sunlight . Stepping after her, it wasnt but a few seconds before his long stride allowed him to catch up with her. His nostrils flared as he expelled a hot breath of air, whipping in front of her and staring down his nose into her blue eyes. Reaching out quickly to snatch up her wrist and drag her along, he jerked to a halt, his fingertips just barely brushing against the skin of her wrist. There was a distance in her eyes, a sort of sad, lackluster look to the as of late bright blue orbs. He fought himself not to speak, and a muscle in his jaw twitched in protest. Exhaling, he dropped his gaze and he let the tips of his fingers trail lower, and took her soft hand in his. Without a word, as shed requested, he turned and slowly led her up the road. After a few paces, he tightened his grasp on her hand and kicked into an impossibly fast, loping run that had them in front of Lolas house in the woods in no time. When they reached the front steps, he let go of her hand and turned around. Watching her with a very different feeling toward the woman, his woman, he tilted his head. He looked her up and down, and when his eyes settled on her face, he lifted a hand and caressed her cheek. No more racing, Sam. For either of us, he said gruffly and captured her face with both hands. The calloused pads of his thumbs brushed over her cheekbones, just below her blue eyes. Leaning down, he was a breath away from her lips when he tensed, and changed course, pressing a tender kiss to her slender brow. Its dangerous. Speaking against her skin, he stared at the wisps of golden hair atop her head, and then stepped back. He didnt say another word as he disappeared inside the house. Wandering around, he checked over the blinds, only to find each and every one still closed. His body was still tense, rigid. He glanced to the couch, and then to the door, curious about when Lola and Zeb would be returning to the house. ------ As casually as he could manage without staring, Zeb scanned Lolas sleek form. He admired her slender figure, the feminine tone of her muscles, and not once was he put off by the scars that marred her beautiful flesh. To him, he was just that beautiful, a piece of art sculpted for his enjoyment. Her words barely entered his mind because it was already resonating with the resounding sound of his own voice, and the one word on his subconscious. Mine. Taking a deep breath, he could hear the playful note in her voice, and a grin spread over his lips. He was feeling more than devious, more than willing to keep bantering with her in such a manner keep challenging her and be challenged by her. Watching her step back, he broadened his grin, stretching his mouth as far as it would go. Thank you. His eyes stayed hers as he shifted and stepped forward. Powerful jaws tore at the hide of the buck, peeling it away and spitting it on the ground, so he could get to the succulent, warm, bleeding meat. Each swallow replenished an ounce or two of energy lost, and when hed had his fill, he rose to his feet and turned his head in the direction of the sun, blocked by the deciduous canopy. He could smell Matthew and Sam close by, and knew they were safely inside Lolas cabin. Should we go back? he inquired mentally in a deep, rough tone. He wasnt particularly inclined either way. Going back to the house meant putting a stopper in whatever was developing between them. Turning his head to face her, he couldnt resist permitting his eyes to rove over her once more. When his glance met hers again, he stared deep into both of her green eyes, even the one clouded over with blindness. Or should we find your pack and make sure theyre not into mischief? There was no intent of averting his gaze, no sense of submission to the alpha of this territory.