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

The tranquility that he felt when he was around her, that sense of warmth and belongingtrustMatthew hadnt felt it for a long time, not since Alicia had been assassinated by the very woman hed just left in the other room, telling her he was leaving her. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth tighter and tighter, adding pressure as if aiming to break his own bones. His stare was glued to the front door, unable to tear it away. Water still ran down his body, falling gently to the floor in small droplets and dampening the carpet. He could still feel the soft press of her body against his, forced there while he held her by the throat. There had been something different in her eyes this time, a sort of paranoia, fear. Fear of what? His mind flashed back to those blue eyes of hers staring up at him, and he pinned down the shadow hed seen. It was her fear of rejection, her fear that hed been serious about taking off without her. He was. Still was. Growling, he hit the door with a very restricted punch. That woman had damned him, and in turn hed damned her. Why did she want him? Why did he want her? Closing his eyes, he swallowed and his jaw flexed, nostrils flared as he pressed his forehead to the door. Loving her was impossible. It was improbable. He would rather see her go up in flames and turn to ash before he would love her. Teeth grinding over one another, he shoved away from the door with unnecessary force. His long stride carried him swiftly down the hall, and he stopped when he reached the door to the guest room where hed left her. The door flew open with a sharp twist of his wrist. When the wooden obstruction was out of his way, Matthews gaze homed in on the saline tears staining Sams cheeks. Reflex sent him a step backward, before he passed over the threshold and into the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. Scanning over her, his eyes settled on the charred skin along her fingers. Immediately, he felt his anger flare again. They werent anything serious, nothing that would kill her. Slow, almost elegant strides carried his massive figure over to where she sat. He stared down at her, chastising her for her reckless actions with a look, and then leaned down. Hands on either side of her, pressing into the mattress, he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss. If you hurt yourself again, Im going to lock you in a dark closet when the suns out. His voice was gruff, and he threw a glance toward the closet door. Exhaling, his eyes met hers, calm, but still irritated. In the silence of the room, the dissention between them was evident, looming overhead like a dark cloud, lightning waiting to strike one of them a fatal blow. Youre mine, Sam. It was all he could give her, the best he could offer as he brushed his nose along her hairline, breathing in the clean, damp fragrance that was reserved for his pleasure alone. Stroking his hands down her arms, he caught her by the upper arms as they slid back up, and pulled her to her feet, against him. His lips parted on a breath, opening to display two daunting fangs, the very same hed used to kill so many. With careful precision, he let them penetrate deep into her flesh, into the marks hed inflicted the day hed injected his venom into her, as his arms tightened around her. He drew no blood from her body into his, not drinking, but feeling for any minute emotion in her. Large hands smoothed over her back, the curve of her rear, her shoulders and arms, felt the wet, silky length of her blonde hair. When he retracted his mouth from her throat, a bit of blood on his lips, he kissed her. He could feel her pain, taste her sorrow. Lifting her, he was moving toward the closet before she could do anything to protest. In the dark of the small, confined space, cramped together, he shifted her around and sank down to the ground, straddling her between his legs, the broad expanse of his chest to her back. His eyes were quick to adjust, and he pressed his lips to the mark hed reopened to deepen the bond, calm his behavior and ease her hurting soul. Youre mine, he reiterated. The complete lack of sunlight would help the burn on her hand heal more quickly. Not to mention he didnt want her anywhere within a five foot radius of those blinds. Running his hands along her arms, he curled one arm around her waist, the other across her torso from ribs to opposite shoulder. . The minute her answer was out of her mouth, Zeb was flying after her. Muscles in his legs rippled with the force that he threw himself into a run, shifting mid-stride. This wasnt his pack, but Lola was allowing him permission to roam her territory, to run alongside her. As an alpha male, it should have been his place to stick his neck out further than hers, to be the first one to suffer any sort of unexpected injury, to protect the pack. Watching her flank, his heart rate accelerated, as did his speed, and he nudged her with his shoulder on the way past, kicking up dirt, leaves, and sticks as he propelled his body at breakneck. A flash in the corner of his eye alerted him to the presence of another lycan, another member of her pack. One of the males. Arkady by the look of him he was large, but not as well built as Zeb, not an alpha, but a warrior type nonetheless. Following quickly were the other four Luar, Donovan, Marble, and Cadence. A gunshot went off, and Zeb heard the bullet go whizzing past his head. Ears lying flat against his massive skull, he heard a second shot fired. This one grazed his shoulder. They were aiming for the dominant male, the one they assumed was the leader of Lolas pack. Inwardly, Zeb grinned outwardly, he snarled in fury. The growl tore past his lips and into the air, rumbling alongside the thunder. Glancing up, Zeb watched as a cloud swallowed up the last bit of sunlight that reached through the trees. He whipped his head in the direction of Lola, and when he heard a third gunshot, he lunged. His shoulder impacted with hers, sending them both to the ground, and he pinned her. The rest of her pack slowed to a halt, pacing back and forth on four limbs, some on two. There was a great bit of unease in each member as Zeb lowered his maw toward Lolas bearing his teeth at her. His eyes were trained on hers. Take your pack and go east. Theyre not aiming for any of you just yet. Theyre firing at me. Blood oozed from the wound on his shoulder, staining his fur. He snapped his teeth at her with a loud clack as his powerful jowls clamped down. It was a challenge for dominance if ever there was one, a challenge to give orders and be in command, if only for the next twenty minutes so he could find that hunter. Another bullet zipped through the air, and Zeb ducked, pressing his masculine Lupine form to hers. The whites of his eyes were visible, and spit flew as he opened his muzzle in another growl, jerking his head in the direction of the gunfire. Shoving himself to his feet, he tore off, leaving her with his order. Huffing, his keen eyes scanned the area. He could hear the rustling of feet, leaves crunching under someones weight. When a bullet penetrated his leg, he let out a howl of pain and anger. Adrenaline rushed through him, and he thrust himself forward, toward the sound. There was a loud shout, another shot fired, before Zeb sank his teeth into the throat of a rather skilled hunter. The man was equipped to kill, and the scent of death permeated his clothing, the tails and teeth of lycanthropes from other packs with him. But where there was one hunter, there was always a second.