Savage Passion

There is torture and there is tension

ALEXIOS

Fiona's kisses got deeper. Her fingers caressed my body, stopping at my hip. Her fingers slid into my pants with ease as she reached for my belt. As she undid the clasp, I felt my wolf overpower me. If I hadn't managed to rein it in as quickly as I did, the animalistic impulse within me told me I would have really hurt Fiona.

Fiona must have noticed my hesitation because she immediately broke off the kiss. "Are you alright?" She asked.

I pondered on whether it was right to tell her. I could hardly believe this madness myself but I was reasonable enough to know that such a piece of information would wreak havoc on Fiona's mental state because that wasn't the plan. Was the goddess blind? I had to wonder. I had never needed her permission to love and live. At the tender age of ten, I had ascertained that Selene, the alleged mother of all had her favorites and Alexios Rose was not one of them. Everything I was, I had built on my own accord. What right did Selene have to jump back into my life? Was this supposed to be some sort of divine punishment on me for my retribution on the Nightshade? Did Selene; the mother of all believe that I was humane enough to let whatever bond she had tied between me and that slave stay?

"Yeah..." I answered. "I just feel strangely tired." I watched Fiona's face slowly morph to one of disappointment. She tried her best to hide it for my sake but it was crystal clear she suspected this had to do with my encounter with the Nightshade girl. Trauma as she liked to call it. "I'm sorry," I added.

"It's alright," Fiona replied. "I understand."

I cupped her face before kissing her softly on the lips."I will make it up to you tomorrow. I promise you."

Fiona broke the kiss. Her eyes had that glint of mischief. "If you do want to make it up to me, the least you can do is free my servant. That was why we bought her after all. She should be here keeping me company and not rotting away in your dungeon."

I gave her a blank look. It would be easier had things were different. Although there was also a high likelihood that Lydia Nightshade would already be dead if Selene had not decided to play matchmaker. That and the desire to prove to Fiona that I was ascending from my trauma. I strode to the door, heavy with thought. As I twisted the doorknob open, Fiona greeted me a good night. I also found it increasingly difficult not to mutter that tiny bit of sensibility as I wished her a better night.

Now that tiny bit of sensibility eluded me the second I shut the door to Fiona's quarters. I found myself outrageously walking into the dungeons. Amidst the countless prisoners that cowered from the comfort of their cells as I strode by, one hostage remained indifferent despite the grave sin she had committed. She was transfixed to the one side of her cell. The wall had a tiny rectangular opening at the top which existed for the sole purpose of ventilation. The only thing that could squeeze itself through that tiny hole was a mouse. I wondered if she was hopeful that she would one day see the light. The usual antics slaves were obsessed with. But this dear girl's faith was more jarring than anyone in the room. While many would die the moment I deemed they were not befitting to breathe the air I breathed and others would see the 'light' upon finishing their sentence. Lydia Nightshade would be getting none of that. There was no light and there was no peace. It took me killing her father to know that death only gave scum like them serenity. Things would be different this time.

"How is your room, Luna Lydia?" I mocked, relishing the moment as tears danced down her bruised cheeks. "C'mon, don't cry. I didn't mean to be so insensitive."

In all honesty, I didn't expect a reply but it seemed as if Lydia Nightshade was done being afraid of me. "I get it. You have come to gloat. Your twisted revenge has finally come to a full circle. My parents are dead just like you wanted and now you finally have me. As your slave." She inched closer to the grille. "So why don't you get over with trying to f**k me over mentally and just do what you came here to do."

I came close and observed her. She was terrified yet trying to put on a bold front in hopes of thwarting the kick I got out of watching her suffer. A valiant effort, I had to admit. It was easy to surmise what she believed I was here to do. Her myopic mind would most probably lean to death. Lydia Nightshade believed in her hearts of hearts that my sword would be the one to give her peace. Humorous.

"And what my intentions be, little Luna?" I asked. My lips were shut this time and it was my mind doing the talking. It was why I was here after all. Lydia hadn't reacted back at the slave house when the mate bond washed over me. One-sided bonds existed and this was my attempt at figuring out the missing piece of this giant puzzle.

"I know you want to kill me Alexios Nightshade. But I'll let you know this, I am not afraid of death."

Bingo! Our Lydia was a secretive individual herself. I was tempted to let her know how gullible she had been. It had been almost too easy but I decided to play along.

"And why would I kill you?" I mused. "There are many things I could do to you. Especially that untouched body of yours." My d**k stitched on making that statement. This was what my wolf wanted. Madness. Her scent was pouring in like inviting pheromones and the fragrance of it drove me wild but I was no animal. I was the Alpha and the Alpha never lost control. My snarky response made Lydia back away from the grille but my hands were quick. I latched on to one of her arms and pulled her closer. She smelled like the forest. Big and full of wonders. It was never even my intention to be in this much proximity with her but my wolf couldn't help it. The things I wanted to do to her.

"Leave me!" She demanded.

"You are mine Lydia Nightshade. What makes you think you get to tell me what to do?"

"What do you want?" She demanded, staring at me right in the eye. Her eyes were puffy and red. My body responded in a way I had never known. The intense look of hate she gave me intrigued me further. Perhaps it wasn't me but the rabid beast I was fighting to keep under wraps and with plenty of difficulty.

"Do you really want to die?" I asked. She didn't answer of course. Her silence did answer my question. Lydia Nightshade had been calling my bluff. A chuckle evaded my mouth watching her struggle to make an answer. Her mind was in shambles. On one hand, Lydia did want to die. Some part of her did want to give the world the middle finger as life abandoned her but a larger fraction of the girl wanted to live. Lydia wanted to live for her mother's sake if not her own. I watched her fingers clench as the latter thought slowly grew pungent in her head. It was almost funny to see it all unfold. Not to mention that Lydia was yet to realize that our minds were now fused. "I sense anger little Luna," I continued. "And I suggest you hang on to that like madness. But now that I think about it, maybe I should not be egging you on. The last thing I want is for fate to come biting me in the d**k. Your father's mercy was his downfall after all." I spared her a look before continuing. "Yes. Perhaps I should kill you as soon as I can. So my children don't suffer. So that this generational trauma ends here."

Her heartbeat quickened. All that adrenaline, all that hate had abandoned her when she needed them the most. I expected a snarky response but apparently, Lydia didn't have one so she decided to rely on one of the oldest tricks in the book.

"Didn't you say death would be an easy way out for me?" She said. "Why would willingly you want to give a Nightshade, especially the daughter of the man you hate the easy way out?"

An added bonus was that she was smart. Dangerously similar to the kind of individual her father was. The apple truly never fell far from the tree. The one tick was I never said such words in her face. I did think it. Her simple manipulation tactic had managed to convince me that she felt the madness of the divine bond. How she managed to fight the feral urge that dispelled common sense and still hate me was fascinating. Here I was, finding it difficult not to rip those cages apart and f**k her while she simply sat there and loathed me. So I decided to play a game of my own. Give her Wolf the opportunity and see if it would take it.

"Well, that all depends on what you are willing to do to survive me Lydia Nightshade. When your father sold me off to witches for their rituals, I did a lot of sickening things to see another day. Are you willing to do the same?"

Lydia faltered. It was almost as if she instantaneously registered what I was going to say next. If her mind was that shallow of me, who was I not to oblige?

"Are you willing to pleasure me for a fragment of freedom?"

"Yes." Her reply was instant and I would be lying if I said it didn't throw me off. I expected some kind of hesitation. She then looked me straight in the eye and continued. "What do you want me to do master? Suck your d**k? Masturbate right in front of you?"

I hated to admit it but her response made my d**k twitch. As my wolf continued to mumble rubbish into my head, I realized I had to get away from Lydia as quickly as I could before I completely lost control. I took a step back, looking at other prisoners who had their eyes transfixed on us. I couldn't say it. But I could think it. So I did.

"Remind your wolf not be so cheap, little Luna." I sent. "I might be your mate but I am still the enemy." With that said, I flipped up my collar and began the long trek back up.