Bloodline (Paranormal Romance, Dark & Twisted) Saving Demons Series Book 1

Sean carried Luna's limp body in his arms across the grassy lawn. It was difficult keeping his eyes from her beautiful face. No one had ever affected him the way his Little One has.

  Oh, but how she aggravated him so, with how defiant she could be!

  But Sean was absolutely certain that he was capable of bending her to his will at a gradual, pleasurable pace.

  The Sons of Hallows had already lit the bonfire around the deep, rock-encircled pit. The element of fire would be prevalent in his binding ceremony this night. As a matter of fact, he chose the roaring flames to be the center of his circle, the very heartbeat of his magic. He would bring forth the other elements, of course, but it was the Darkness that belonged to the demon within him that would do his bidding. Lucifer's darkness, combined with Sean's magic, would create a bond between him and his Little One that would be nearly impossible to sever.

  Gently, carefully, Sean laid Luna down on the table prepared just for her. It was a masterfully crafted piece of solid oak that had been carved into the shape of an X. Sean had altered the designer's plans just slightly, when he insisted that the bands that were to secure Luna's wrists and ankles to the table were to be fashioned from metal instead of leather, and yet one more time when Sean told the designer that the metal was not to be softened at the edges but rather, left rough and jagged. The designer was eager to please Sean. As was every one else who knew better.

  "My feisty one," Sean whispered down to her, as he clamped her wrists into the tight bands. "Leather would have given you the wrong impression of me, do believe. It would have accused me of having concern about your comfort." He moved down along side the table and positioned Luna's ankles into the awaiting bands, securing them in place. "You will struggle, despite the pain it will cause you, despite the condition you will be in. I am certain of this." His gaze roamed over her immaculate body. He licked his lower lip with a slow, thirsty tongue. The anticipation of what lie ahead was almost too much to bear. Even though Luna was right there and he was standing in the spread of her legs, he still longed for her deeply.

  Sean moved out from the spread of Luna's legs and stopped at her side. His fingers brushed white strands of hair away from her dainty face. "It is your fear for me that I find rather climatic. Your trembling little body beneath mine. It is your fear for me that I lust for. And believe me, I will see to it that every day, for as long as there is blood left in your veins, I will be satisfied." He bent over her, placing his lips upon hers. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of his lust. It was his only weakness. A weakness he hoped no one would ever attempt to use against him.

  The thought of him not having her, now that she was finally here in his world, caused a spark of primordial anger to ignite within him. He shoved away from the table. Away from her.

  Oh, how she agitates me so!

  With a swift stride, Sean rounded the heavily wooded yard and climbed the stone staircase to his castle dwelling, oblivious to the buzzing about of men in black cloaks who were preparing for their night. When he entered the Great Room, he was met by Poseidon, who bowed respectfully.

  "Priest Hylander," said the man cloaked in black velvet.

  "What is it, Poseidon?" Sean answered grumpily.

  "Has the lady been subdued?" The man walked hastily at Sean's side.

  "The first of the serums has been administered. I will hold you charge over the other. Now, off with you, Poseidon." Sean stopped abruptly and then turned to the man. He was certain that his weakness was evident in his expression, but Poseidon was a dear, old friend. He was the only one he knew he could trust. "If any Son is to lay a finger upon her, they will answer to me!" Sean's voice boomed through the Great Room.

  "We have all been instructed, Priest." Poseidon bowed deeply. He waited for his high priest to turn his back before he did, knowing it was disrespectful to turn his own back on his high priest.

  Sean continued up the wide, curving staircase. He pushed open the large, mahogany doors to his bedchamber. "Soon, my Little One," he said, picking up one of the many picture frames that cluttered the bedside table. While gazing at the image, he traced his thumb along the line of Luna's face. "We will be bound by blood."

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  Chapter Seven

  Luna