Chapter 47 Ambush
“Hmmm, make me.” She snuggled into him, till she could feel his member on her ass.
“You are not trying to grind me, are you?”Lucien murmured into her ears, even as he adjusted her properly. “Diablo is sure having a good time. He…”
He stopped abruptly, his aura dropping till everywhere was Icy. Simultaneously, Sam raised his hands halting the horses.
The horses came to a screech.
“We've been ambushed,” Isabella muttered the obvious, her fingers clenched.
The need between her legs had disappeared just as it had come.
“What's the plan?” She whispered, trying to stop the trembling in her voice, but was failing terribly.
“The plan,” Lucien's voice was tight. “The plan is for you to stay here. Do not move. Some of the men will protect you.”
Isabella opened her mouth to refuse, but swallowed the words when she saw how serious he was.
“Sam.” Lucien waved him over. “Protect her. It's only a matter of time till they show themselves.
“No.” Her refusal was weak, but she'd said it nonetheless.
“Isabella?” Lucien groaned. “This is not the time to be stubborn.”
Hooves of horses could already be heard from a distance.
“I'm not trying to be.” She shook her head, taking his palm into her hands. “We are already outnumbered. Sam is one of the best. Leave me with another.” Her tone was pleading.
Lucien sighed. “Fine.” He accepted grudgingly. “On one condition.”
“I wouldn't join in the fight?” She asked already knowing where he was headed.
“Yes. Under no circumstance should you join in the fight.”
Isabella nodded. “You should address the men.” The noise was close. It was only a matter of time before they appeared.
Lucien ignored her. “Also if worst comes to worst, I need you to run like your life actually depends on it. Because it does.”
Cold shivers ran down Isabella's spine. “But…”
“That's final.” He said, turning back to his men.
“We know what we signed up for.” There were grunts of acknowledgement as they all tightened their hands around their swords.
“It is either them or us. One has to go. Show no mercy because you won't be shown mercy either.”
Cheers resounded in the air as the men moved, ready to attack.
Isabella whispered a prayer under her breath as she observed from the sidelines.
The guard Lucien had put in charge of her, circled her protectively, his eyes prancing around like a predator.
Swords clashed the moment they appeared.
Isabella tried to still the fear in her heart. They were greatly outnumbered more like two to one.
But the worry in her heart disappeared the moment she realised that their own group was more skilled.
Hooves ran at her from behind. Another group had come. She clenched the sword tucked to her side.
Lucien had told her to flee to safety. She could listen to him and he safe, or hide like the coward she was.
Isabella closed her eyes. It was better to be a coward than to be taken alive by these men.
Even as the ones a few inches away, four eyes travelled down her body. She didn't need a seer to tell her what exactly was going to happen if they laid ahold of her.
Her guard drew out his sword as he slew the first person to come a few feet away from them.
Others followed suit, and he continued. Soon, he was losing. Although none had been able to come directly at her, Isabella knew it was only a matter of time before they overtook him and came for her.
She glanced at the other side of the field. Lucien and others were occupied.
Isabella's mind worked overtime as she tried to think. This was a clear ambush. Someone had definitely known she was travelling.
Had even known the route that they would follow, because according to Lucien, this was a different route.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the screeching of a white magnificent horse.
Everyone seemed to pause as the rider of the horse moved slowly to the centre of the battle.
He licked his lips voraciously as he passed by her, stopping momentarily by her.
His hand reached for her face, as he stroked her jaw. “Now I see the reason.” He giggled.
Isabella stiffened just as his hand touched her face. He was wearing a mask that covered his eyes, yet his face was unfamiliar.
“You are truly the Helen of Troy. Those eyes,” he smirked. “They make men go to war. War that they could possibly not recover from.”
Isabella shuddered as he moved, grateful that she was out of his line of touch, that still lingered on her skin.
Lucien appeared before him in minutes, his dagger dripping blood. “What do you want?”
“Ahh,” the man's eyes lit up. “His Majesty, The Famous Lucien Blackthorn.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Both men held each other's gaze as they glared at each other.
“Why don't we save ourselves and our men the pain of dying. Let's take on each other.”
Lucein looked him over as if considering his options. “You must really think yourself highly to want to fight Lucein Blackthorn on a personal note.”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Your Majesty.” He'd called the honorifics with sarcasm.
“Do what?” The words passed through Lucien's clenched teeth.
“I wouldn't underestimate me, if I were you.” He was unbothered by the rage emitting from Lucien.
Lucien nodded gently as he looked around, his eyes locking with Isabella's for a minute.
“No,” Isabella shook her head. “Please, don't” her voice shook as she spoke from the bond.
“We can still win this.”
“Reassessing your choices, your Majesty?” The strange man mocked.
“I think I have a better idea.” For the first time since the battle began, Lucien smiled.
Isabella sighed in defeat. She knew what he was about to do. Slowly, she closed her eyes already imagining what life with Damien would look like. Was she going to be his prisoner? His sex toy? What use was he going to have for her?
“And what might that be?” The man sounded genuinely interested. “Does it in any way involve the lady we're all fighting for?” He gestured at Isabella.
Lucien hissed, barely holding himself from punching the man in his gut.
“Nope, but I think you're going to like this one even better.” He curled his lips into a small smile.
“Alright then, let's hear it.” The man waved his hands impatiently.
“I can see you're the leader of your group.”
The man nodded in acknowledgement even though Lucien hadn't really been asking a question.
“How about the leaders of both groups, engage in a brawl. The first one to drop dead, takes the spoils.” He continued.
“Sorry, Isabella.” He muttered looking in her direction. He'd indirectly just called her something to be carted away with.
Isabella rolled her eyes. “As long as you make it out alive.” She whispered through the bond.
Lucien smiled, as he turned his attention back to the strange man. “What do you say? No weapons though.” He added in a hurry, as the man drew his sword. Let's come at this, man to man.”
He flung his dagger away, as he put some distance between himself and the man.
The soldiers and guards of both groups had retreated silently, forming a ring and leaving both men in it.
Lucien smiled and nodded in approval as Sam walked slowly taking his place beside Isabella. His friend was not going to leave anything to chance.
He watched as the man flung his sword. Lucien pointed at the knife still strapped below his waist. He was not going to leave anything to chance.
“Let's go.” He muttered as he curled his hands ready to defend himself. It was his mantra that he would never throw the first blow.
He always wanted to know what moves his opponents had within them.
Lucien ducked as the first punch came at him, but he was a tad bit slow, as the blow landed on his stomach, making him spit out blood.
He nodded in satisfaction. This was a worthy opponent. He was definitely not going to hold back.
Another punch came, and this time around, Lucien held it with one of his own, as his legs raked his attacker taking him by surprise.
That element of surprise was the only thing that Lucien needed. He delivered two quick punches to his face and chest.
The strange man staggered as he struggled to get up on his feet.
Lucien took a few steps back to allow him recover. He wasn't going to give him the easy way out.
“Oh no.” He heard Isabella's voice through the bond. “The knife.” She panicked.
The strange man had picked the knife back up while he'd pretended to stagger.
He rose up, rushing at Lucien with the knife in the air. His growls were accompanied by a loud deafening scream.
Isabella’s.