Another basement. I really hated basements. The drink Elijah made me drink helped numb everything so the panic attack I was expecting never came. The hall was dimly lite and I could vaguely make out two doors at the end. One was halfway open. When I realized the panic attack wasn't coming I was able to pay more attention to what was going on. First I heard what sounded like a soft smacking or sucking sound, then a gasp and a moan but things were getting a little fuzzy and it was getting hard to concentrate.

Looking over his shoulder staring at me his face lite up. "Did you know Samantha that shifters have a very high sex drive and even when their brain is telling them no their body is screaming for another's touch and release? It's quite fascinating to see and frustrating to deal with."

High sex drive? HaHa. No shit. He was going on about something else but I was having to concentrate on walking. My knees were rubbery and I was swaying.

"Sam? Sam!" Elijah's voice had my head snap up as I focused on my feet move one step at a time. No longer concentrating on those steps I stumbled forward in to his waiting arms. "How are you feeling Sam?" His warm breath tickled my neck while his hand brushed my bare skin on my lower back. Sending a violent shiver up my spin. The response seemed funny to him. He laughed and pulled my body to his. "Hmmm...this just might be more enjoyable than I thought."

Somehow I lost some time. The next thing I knew we were in front of the door that was opened halfway. The noises I heard earlier were coming from in there. Elijah had a firm hold around my waist, holding my up straight while leading us in inside. Taking a minute for my eyes to adjust to the much brighter room. In the corner someone was standing with their arms above their head...no that wasn't right.

"Matt?" I tried to take a step forward. His chest looked like it had week old cuts smeared with blood. His arms were straight up cuffed and hooked to chains. Head back he whispered "no no no no" over and over again. When I called his name his head dropped forward, eyes wide and bright with a tight expression on his face. Fear. Pain?

"Matt...what..." I took another step before halting. It was only then I notice a naked woman kneeling in front of him. My brain was so foggy. I had problems focusing.
"Sam!" He screamed. Body thrashing around uncontrollably before his head and body went limp.

The woman in front of him grabbed his thighs trying to keep him still with eager sounds. "What the fuck..." I started to say.

My knees threatened to give as an arm snaked around my waist pulling me tight against a chest. "Remember what I told you about shifters, Samantha? Even when our head is screaming for us to stop or body is screaming for more," Elijah's soft voice and breath hit my neck sending a shiver down my back. "Take a deep breath, Samantha. What do you smell? What do you sense?" Soft lips brush just below her ear.

Sex, lust, fear, and anger. That's what I could smell and sense. Sex and lust overpowered the rest. The air was getting thicker, harder to breath. My skin felt like it was on fire. Between my legs began to throb. Shaking my head I took a step towards Matt. Needing space from Elijah. Needing to get that woman away from Matt.

"Samantha come here. Let me kiss you. Let me caress you. Let me give to you what your body craves," Elijah was behind me, whispering the last word. Sending a jolt of electricity deep in my belly. Hands on my hips moving them slowly forward and down.

A whimper escaped my throat. Clothes feeling as if the would burn my body raw if I kept them on much longer. Too many voices. Too many thoughts. Too much anger. The voices? What the....

"SAMANTHA!" The screaming in my head was too much. One minute I was a ball of lust and need and the next...the next everything went black.