Undeniable passion

Lucifer's POV

The sudden urge to hold Ashlyn had overwhelmed me and I had succumbed to it. I could not stop myself from it. I held her close grateful to her finding Ruthless for me.

While racing earlier on before she came, I had felt something was not right with her and the feeling had eluded me almost clouding my senses.

But here she was alright in my arms and all I could do was a whisper, "Thank you." Into her ears despite the thumping beats of my heart.

She pulled away, her eyes shimmering in what I could not understand.

She stared at her feet and I noticed she had fallen into muddy water. She made a turn to leave when Ruthless neighed rubbing his head on her shoulders. I was surprised. More surprised than when I saw her riding on him.

"And the almighty beast has fallen for his alpha's mate," Stealth said smiling as he came close. I watched him and Ashlyn in scrutiny. What transpired between this two? How did she find him?

I was about to ask when she stroked Ruthless face and whispered. "I've got to go. I'll see you soon." She said.

"Ashlyn?" I called her name but she just stayed at me and in a swift she was gone.

"We tried finding Ruthless but she beat us to it," Stealth said.

"It's alright," I said waving it aside. "I just want to know how he went missing," I said and went to Ruthless.

"What happened Ruthlessly?" I said stroking his mane. "Tell me, friend, did you go wandering off on your own?" I asked. It was a stupid thing to ask because he has never done such before.

He shook his head and snorted at me for thinking he'd ever leave me and I felt stupid for it.

I've known this horse almost all my life. I understood him more than anyone else. Why would I even think he wandered away?

"My bad for that. Tell me what happened." I said to him and he began narrating. Neighing out loud and snorting all the way.

Then at the sight of Alpha Lincoln, he charged towards him knocking him down to the ground, and was about to stomp on him to death when I stopped him.

"Ruthless stop!" I yelled out and he moved aside flaring his nostrils and snorting out loud. From his previous narrations and what he just did, I understood that Lincoln had a hand in his disappearance.

Everyone was gathering around now in wonderment on why a horse would attack an alpha.

Lincoln was pulled up from the ground by one of his pack members.

"What the hell Lucifer, why would Ruthless do this!" He exclaimed as he wiped off the tiny blood that trickled down his nose with his finger.

"Should I not be asking you that? Ruthless would never be violent without a reason. So tell me Lincoln, what did you do to Ruthless before I send you back to the ground you just got off from." I said to him.

"Me? I did nothing to this bastard horse!" He cried out and as Ruthless neighed, I squared a punch on Lincoln's nose and he staggered back falling to the ground.

"My horse is not a bastard. You are the fucking bastard!" I said clenching my jaw. How dare he say that?!

"Hell." He muttered as he shook his head trying to shake off the delusion he went into after I hit him.

I picked him off the ground holding his shirt. "Tell me all I need to know," I said to him.

"I swear I did nothing." He kept denying it.

Ruthless raised his hooves as he snorted in anger.

"Ruthless is quite angry now and I would not hesitate to have him run over you a hundred times till you cease breathing," I said to him but he still refused to accept it.

"Rage!" I yelled out.

"Lucifer," Rage said behind me.

"My sword," I said to him. He went away and a few minutes later he returned and handed it over to me.

"How about we engage in a duel, after all, it's what's next in the Games," I said to him with a bitter smile. "The winner gets to kill his opponent," I said to him and his face went pale.

'He stands no chance.' Steel said snickering and I curved a wicked smirk. I knew that.

"But, but, that's not in the rule book." He stuttered.

"I'm changing it for today. Between the both of us, the winner gets to kill his opponent and if you do not want that, I beseech thee for the last time to tell me what you know about Ruthless disappearance." I said to him.

"I know nothing. Kill me if you want to." He said with a reddened face.

"Well then, you asked for it," I said and with that, I buried my sword deep into his stomach without waiting for a fight to do so. He stared at me in horror and I watch his face twist in surprise that I had done what he said. I let go of him as I drew my sword from his stomach and he stared at the blood that was beginning to spread rapidly on his shirt, his mouth dripping blood as he fell to the ground.

Everyone gasped but they knew I hated being challenged personally and Lincoln should have known otherwise too.

I hated my patience being tested and my authority being questioned and that was a fact every alpha, every beta, and every omega from the Minor and Major clans know about.

I watched as Lincoln's face darkened as he gave up the ghost and I turned to his members.

"Find yourselves a new alpha for this one is gone," I said and walked away from them.

"You should have waited to know exactly what happened." Kill said falling beside me.

"You of all people know that I do not like to wait. The truth was right in front of me. Lincoln had a hand in the Ruthless disappearance. He wanted me to lose the Games. Ruthless would never mislead me." I said to him.

He nodded. "Yes, I believe so. The last games are about to take place. Would you not participate?" He asked me.

"To hell with it," I said suddenly not interested in it. I was the supreme Laird and I did not need some traditional Games to prove that. All I had in mind was the lady who had run away from me minutes ago. "Let them do it. After all, I'm over them with lots of points. Let them do it and get their annoying faces out of here." I said as I walked into the house. "And I do not want to be disturbed," I said to him and he nodded. All I wanted was Ashlyn right now.

Ashlyn's POV

I ran a brush along the tresses of my hair after being cleaned from a bath. I had run away from Lucifer as I was no longer sure of myself around him anymore. I could not believe that such thoughts had crossed my mind. He was my tormentor and yet my heart had fallen for him without my consent. He would never accept me that was the plain truth but here I had given him my heart without my knowledge of it.

I sighed as I kept brushing my hair and just the very image of my thoughts walked into the room. I immediately felt weak to the knees as my hybrid heart threatened to fall out of my chest.

Oh Lord, I did not need this! My knees buckled as he walked closer to me. He came behind me with determined steps as he placed his face on my hair and inhaled.

I took a sharp breath in as his arm encircled me from behind and I watched him from the vanity mirror.

"Seems Ruthless likes you now. You've charmed him." He whispered in my ear and that tickled my senses turning me on three sixty degrees.

"Isn't it funny how the subjects and horses of the Laird seem to like me but not the Laird himself?" I asked him and chuckled. A deep masculine chuckle indicated he wanted to get a woman laid.

"But there's something I fancy about you," he said running his fingers along my arm and I winced as his finger brushed my injured arm. He felt it too. He felt the cut flesh in his fingers and through the mirror, I saw him staring at me and he turned me around and lifted my arm examining the cut.

"What happened?" He hissed out.

"It happened when I went in search of Ruthless. The men who took him saw me getting him freed and attacked me." I said to him watching him while his eyes were intently on my arm.

"That explains my sudden tension during the race," he said. "Wait right here." He said and walked away. I stood there. It was not like I had a choice to move anyways.

He returned with a first aid kit and I stared at him. Has he forgotten I was a part werewolf too and I could heal?

"No, I haven't forgotten that. I do not want your injury infected so you will not fall sick and have a cause to escape your duties." He said to me and I rolled my eyes and blamed myself for not shutting him out of my thoughts and Iona did so immediately.

He lifted me placing me on the table of the vanity mirror and my lips parted giving way to a silent gasp. He gently wiped clean the drying blood on my arm and applied some ointment to it. As he did so, ever so gently, I began to wonder if he cared for me deep down in his thick brute skin. But I knew better than to think so. Besides a little tenderness does not mean he felt something for me.

Was he not about to tell me the one thing he fancies before he got hold of my injured arm? and I knew exactly what he had wanted to say. He fancies my body and nothing else. I sighed as he wrapped the bandage around my arm as I stared at his dark head.

"That done," he said lifting his head to look at me, and his eyes a twin pool of dark velvet already filled with desire. "Shall we proceed to what was about to take place?" He said and all I did was swallow as his words also stirred a yearning in me too. I realized I wanted him too as his hand held the back of my neck and pressed me towards his waiting lips.

His lips probed into mine as his hands dealt mercilessly with my body the moment he ripped off the bodice of my dress.

With every touch, I wanted more. I craved for more of his cruel hands on my wanton flesh to deliver torturous pleasures on my body and drive me wildly insane and as he spread my legs wide apart, I felt his hard and elongated rod right at the entrance of my vulva and I threw my head backward in anticipation hoping he would not tease me.

He didn't. It was like he had been waiting for it too and was too impatient to try to tease me. He drove in hard and fast and I almost lost my mind at the effect as uncontrollable moans parted from my lips with each hard thrust hitting the very core of my womanhood.

His hot mouth came down on my breast and I sucked in air at the added pleasure to my already uncontrollable desire. I wrapped my legs around his loins as each of his thrusts got deeper and faster. He groaned as I could see the ultimate insane pleasure in his eyes. My nails dug into the blades of his shoulders as I arched my back willing to receive him as I bit my lower lip, my eyes rolling as he clasped his hands tightly on my waist and pulled from my breast.

The pressure built down my stomach as I begged him not to stop and as I reached my peak, we both climaxed.

The look of intense satisfaction on his face as he groaned softly and his lips entangling with mine in a hot kiss as he slowly moved inside of me. Damn.

Yes, I was damned. Damned to never find such pleasure with another. I damned to have given him not just my body but my heart too when I knew he'd never want it. But what if he did?