Blood Royals 1: Of Blood and Blessings
Of Blood and Blessings
By L. Shannon
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Released: April 9, 2012
Cover Artist: April Martinez
Editor: Devin Govaere
What is it about Amelia that drives Grant wild? As a
Synn demon from royal blood, he should be able to
control his desires. Yet, resisting her isn’t an option.
He craves her blood, her body and something more.
Grant deals with former friends turned assassins and
the sudden disappearance of his demonic mother, while
trying to protect Amelia from the harsh realities of her
life as well as his own dangerous desires.
Will his power and wealth be enough to keep her safe? Can Amelia accept him
for the demon he truly is?
Of Blood and Blessings was previously released with Changeling (2006) I hope you check out this
new and improved version as well as love the original.
From the Changeling Press version
http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/ "I found myself deeply interested in L. Shannon’s world. This is a world that is so built up with character, that every page brings with it a new myth, a new discovery. Grant and Amelia are an interesting couple and both know exactly what they want. I can’t wait to read more stories involving the characters, and I am eagerly waiting to find out about the fates of several of the secondary characters. I highly recommend Of Blood and Blessings." Thanks Shannon! (different Shannon- honest) http://euroreviews.eu.funpic.de/ " This is an interesting story, which I think would benefit from being developed further into a series. Grant’s heritage is intriguing, and I’d like to learn more about his demon parentage. Surely there would be a story here for Amelia’s beloved younger sibling, Jean, too." 4 flags~ Thanks Annie!
Grant watched the girl gradually slump over the battered table in exhaustion. At the sight, his raging thirst was pushed aside by the urge to care for her, to ease her burdens.
He’d followed her, needing to ensure she made it home safely, but now that he was here, using his magic to hide in the shadows, he was appalled by her situation.
The small room was barely furnished. The place was neat and clean, but desolate. Of course many lived with so little, but for Amelia… No, this intriguing flower deserved better.
After quickly checking on the young boy, he went to Amelia and gently cradled her light frame in his arms. When she stirred, he laid his palm to her forehead and encouraged her consciousness to relax deeper asleep.
Her strength of will amazed him. This small girl managed so many responsibilities without help from a father or husband. Not only did she work to support herself and her brother, but she also fought to do so with some dignity. She was so slight to carry such a burden, both real and emotional.
Too slight. When was the last time she’d eaten a decent meal? Certainly not this night.
What could he do for her? Would she even accept his offer of help? From the sound of the argument at the tavern, she had her share of pride.
He carried her to the narrow bed, settling her carefully. When he relaxed his hold, her hand rose and tangled in his loose hair. She moaned softly and snuggled against his chest. Fire burned through him from scalp to groin. He slid onto the bed with her, shifting her more fully onto his lap. Though still asleep, she burrowed into his arms. His breath caught at the trust she offered him. Trust he was far from deserving.
Yet, Amelia felt right in his arms. Her petite curves fit perfectly against him. Grant sat there, slowly relaxing back against the wall. She moved with him, never losing the contact between their bodies.
Her damp clothes bunched into lumps, an irritation he could do without and was surely not pleasant for Amelia either. A bit at a time, he removed her shoes and stockings. He loosened her belt and eased her out of the wet shirt, leaving Amelia nearly bare.
A twinge of guilt forced him up from the bed. Setting her down, he dug through her things until he found a simple shift. Reciting the three laws of his world mentally, he tried hard to ignore his senses while removing the rest of her rags and replacing them with the shift.
One-the sacred duty of the Tascryn demons is to transition mortal souls, which shall never be set aside or maligned on penalty of death or worse.
Two-obey the reigning lord in all things without doubt, regret, or hesitation.
Three-require all others—
Damn. Not even the rules that kept him alive could keep his mind from focusing on Amelia. Even in the dark, her satin skin glowed, drawing his hands. He stroked a long finger down her bare arm. The gentle touch singed him, his cock hardening painfully within his suddenly tight breeches.
Amelia shifted restlessly and cried out against his chest, “No, please don’t. Please stop.” Her hand tightened on his shirt. Her imagined fears clenched at his soul. Amelia should never fear being touched, being loved. Her body, so feminine, was made for the loving arts.
What had happened in her past to scare her so? If the tavern owner was guilty of more than threats, a merciless death awaited him. Grant’s arms stiffened around her, crushing her against his chest.
She whimpered in her dream terrors.
He could help her. But did he dare? Thanks to his mother’s demon blood, Grant held the ability to enter and guide her dreams. He could chase away any lingering nightmares and replace them with whatever fantasy she wished for.
Amelia shifted against him, her slender hip pushing into his already aching cock. The sharp pain dampened his arousal, helping him focus on her needs. He’d ease her fears then leave her before his various hungers did more than just scare her.
Grant wrapped her in his embrace, pulling the light coverlet over them both. He brushed his lips over Amelia’s temple, resting his cheek against her forehead. Extending his thoughts, he coaxed her mind to relax and open to him.
Her dreams swirled in chaotic circles about the tavern owner and his foul hands on her. Through the dream, he felt what she felt. Her flesh crawled. Her stomach rebelled. The man, Jones, forced her against a wall, his hands mauling her.
Her fear and anger became his. He could tear this man to pieces. He would.
Amelia shoved the man away before Grant could interfere. Once pushed, Jones disappeared, and Amelia stared wide-eyed at Grant. Her green eyes studied him warily. Grant merged his mind with hers, allowing them to communicate here in her dreams without words.
She wondered if he would hurt her too.
“I will not hurt you.” He held out a hand, offering his strength and a choice.
“Who are you?” She slowly stepped away from the squalid wall and reached for his hand. The connection was immediate and powerful. Fingers burned, welded together, bonded.
His heart raced as her unexpected trust filled him with excitement. “We met earlier. My name is Grant.” Was his dream voice breathy? How strange.
The tavern faded away, replaced by darkness. “Where are we?”
“Where would you like to be?” Grant marveled at her control of the background, which was unusual. Once he sought command over a sleeper’s dream, he rarely lost even a hint of control, but she had a strong mind, and he could let her hold the reins if that was what she wished.
“I don’t know. I don’t understand.” She moved closer to him, seeking comfort from his strength. Their bodies brushed lightly, and she clung to his hand like a lifeline. She was strong but unsure of herself.
“Would you like to walk in my garden? The flowers are lovely, though not as beautiful as you are.” He offered the suggestion and let her consider it. Each touch between them awakened his senses in ways that were usually limited in this dream realm. The brush of her breast against his arm hardened his cock and had his fangs throbbing. He wanted her, and here in this world of their making, they could do anything. If she was willing, this could be a very fulfilling dream.
Amelia nodded, and light poured around them. Flowers sprung up and crowded the narrow flagstone path where they stood. The flowers were his creation, a reflection of the garden behind his mansion, but the light was her choice. He would have preferred a moonlit walk in the garden, but here in dreams, the light would cause no pain to his sensitive eyes.
She looked up at him, her heart-shaped face framed by her glowing curls, and smiled. Her contentment washed over him. He dipped forward, his lips meeting hers in a sweet union. Arousal fanned through him in welcome warmth. While controlling his lengthening fangs, he stroked her soft lips with his tongue, teasing them open. Even here in the dream realm, he needed her desperately.
She accepted the invasion, pressing against him, her free hand slipping to his neck, feathering through the long hair at his nape.
The gentle tugs sent tingles dancing across his scalp and through his body. “Amelia,” he sighed. “What are you doing to me?”
She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I don’t understand this need, but I must touch you. I must taste you. What is this devilry that you can induce such conduct when I know I should not do so?” She kissed him again, followed with a tentative nibble to his full lower lip.
Her highborn speech surprised him for a moment. Then again maybe he’d already known she was more than she’d first seemed, dressed as a young tavern scamp.
“Sweet Amelia, you may touch or taste me any way you wish. I quite enjoy your fancy.” He did more than enjoy; he craved. With each touch, Grant grew harder, hungrier. Still, he would take nothing not offered freely.
A long padded bench appeared to the side of the path, and she tugged him toward it. He sat and pulled her back into his arms. She stood between his thighs and kissed him. “You taste intoxicating.” The new angle allowed her more control, and he relinquished it willingly. Her tongue tickled at his lips but hesitated when he opened to her.
His hands roamed freely. Amelia’s waist narrowed then flared upward into surprisingly lush breasts. So perfect for his hand to memorize. Her nipple pebbled under his wandering fingers. Through her plain dress, he rolled the tip with thumb and forefinger, tightening it into a nub with his exploration.
Amelia tensed, then she relaxed and moaned into his mouth with a soft sigh. Then, with an unexpected aggressive surge, she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
He turned her body and settled her onto his lap. The position was almost an exact imitation of how he’d held her in her bed outside of the dream realm. With a thought, their clothing disappeared and a satin coverlet draped around them. The bench widened into a decadent summer bed. He lowered Amelia, kissing her lips and nuzzling her cheek across to her ear, pausing to suck her earlobe with teasing licks of his tongue. Her gasp drove him on. When one fang brushed over her ear, both were left panting for more.
Quickly skimming over her inviting throat, he trailed kisses lower to her breast. His suckling mouth found one nipple while his fingers tempted the other. He laved over the puckered flesh, drawing a moan from Amelia while a fang scraped over the sensitized tip. The sensation blazed through him, making his cock throb and ache with unbearable need.
Her back arched upward, drawing his free hand to follow the line of her hip to stroke over her tempting mound. Amelia’s moist sex warmed his fingers as he feathered over her feminine lips then parted them to touch within her waiting, silken folds.
Her thighs tightened over his hand. Her body grew still and tense.
It might kill him, but he would stop if her fear was too much. “Easy. I do only what you want. I can stop—”
“No, I want to know, need more of this. Please…” Amelia’s hand clenched over his shoulders. Her short nails cut crescents into his flesh. The pain was like bright pinpricks of pleasure.
He heard the fear and need that warred within her. Her body cried out for release from desire, but her mind set limits she hesitated to cross.
“You can have whatever you want, love.”
“I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
Returning to her mouth, he tasted and teased her lips until her mouth relaxed once more against his. His fingers continued to stroke over her slick center, building the desire within her. He deepened their kiss, while dipping a single finger into her waiting sheath.
Her sex was swollen and slick under his fingers, the fine, crisp hair teasing his fingertips. She kissed him back, welcoming him with her dancing tongue.
Grant stroked in and out, inserting a second finger to slowly stretch her open and show her the pleasure she wanted so much. His thumb flicked over her rigid clit. His need demanded he sink into her waiting heat. He ached to feast on her, to devour her slick arousal, and show her how to satisfy him. Yet he held back, wanting her to feel pleasure in this first time together, willing to show patience with her inexperience.
She clutched his back as the first tremors of release quivered, tightened. Her body rocked into his strokes. Her lips and tongue devoured him with eager desperate passion. Amelia moaned into his mouth with a final surge and then bit his lip, drawing a drop of blood.
The painful hunger scorched through him, yanking him back from the pleasure and leaving him gasping through the pain. Pulling from her lips, he fought for control. His cock ached still, but it was his fangs that swelled and pounded in time with each heartbeat. It was their agony of need that blinded him to everything else.
She thrust onto his penetrating fingers, crying out in pleasure, clenching around him, her body demanding his response as her climax ricocheted through their connection, fraying the last of his restraint.
His fangs lengthened, throbbed, burned. I can’t, his mind called out to her, in warning, in apology, a breath before the sharp tips sank into her tender throat, drawing her warm blood. Grant was swept with her sweet passion. Amelia’s thoughts swirled over him. He felt all of her joys and fears in exquisite detail. A delicious tangle of reality and dreams. At once, he could feel his fangs and fingers invading her body and feel how she welcomed all of him. The ecstasy of her taste offered him a world of satisfaction, easing his sexual need even as it satisfied the raging blood thirst. And through it all, he focused on Amelia and allowed her contentment and satisfaction to fill his emptiness.
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