Unchained
Loved
By
Savannah Hill
Genre: Paranormal Erotic
Romance
There is a hunger
that blood alone cannot satisfy…
Growing up in a
world of privilege, Royal Gabriel never questioned the source of her father’s
great wealth or his cruel enslavement of the human-like beings known as
“bloodlings.” Now grown to exquisite womanhood, she can no longer ignore
Charles Gabriel’s wickedness, especially after encountering his latest
captive—the alpha bloodling pack leader he calls “X”—chained in the basement of
the family estate. Royal is captivated by the sensuous power of this creature
who is expected to battle to the death against others of his race in her
father’s underground fighting arena. But only after she sets him free—after
surrendering to his poisonous bite and raw passion—does she learn the alpha’s
true history, and her bloodthirsty lover’s real name: Maddox.
With bloodling
venom coursing through her veins, Royal feels herself growing, changing,
awakening as never before beneath the alpha’s tender touch. Now only Maddox can
save her. But the inescapable demands of a breathtaking, forbidden love and the
fire Maddox has ignited within her are leading Royal down a dangerous path,
branding her a traitor and hunted enemy of her own vengeful bloodline.
A strange, distant noise echoed in the chasm of
darkness in front of her. The wine cellar stretched on into endless shadows,
and she got the eerie sense she wasn’t alone. Royal snatched another bottle of
wine before rushing to the staircase.
A low, doleful…was it a growl? Some kind of
animalistic grumble carried from the black abyss. He sounded as if he was in
pain. Was it coming from a “him” or a wounded animal? Curiosity drove her
toward it. She took a deep swallow of wine, then set both bottles on the bar
before wandering into the dark.
Royal brushed her long brown hair behind her
shoulders and grasped her arms to ward off the chills. She followed the sound
through the cold, damp cellar. As she turned a corner, a sliver of light shone
in a distant room. The growling grew more distinct as she drew closer.
The space was lit by a tiny window just below
the ceiling. The falling snow outside cast a white glow on the dismal scene. A
man, no…he must have been a bloodling, stood in the center of the room, his
muscular arms stretched upward, shackled to an iron chain that hung from a
wooden beam along the ceiling. A dark shadow of hair covered his shaved head.
Stripped naked, his well-built body had taken quite a beating, covered almost
completely with bruises and scrapes. An intricate black tattoo stretched over
his right chest muscle and shoulder, streaked with blood. His head hung
forward, shielding his face.
Britton sat on his heels on the floor, his face
against the restrained bloodling’s groin, lapping at his exposed genitals with
loud, slurping strokes.
The bloodling growled a deep, miserable
sound.
Britton moaned, baring his teeth and gnawing
lightly on the poor creature’s testicles.
“Stop!” Royal found her voice, surprised at the
authority dripping from her own tone.
Startled, Britton scurried toward her, moving to
kiss her satin high heels in apology.
“No…” She took a step backward, uneasy and
nauseous. “Thank you. Go, um.” Her brief venture into dominance had passed, and
she attempted to regain control. “Fetch, fetch the wine for my father.”
With a strange gleam in his dark brown eyes,
Britton stared at her as he crawled out of the room.
The chained bloodling hadn’t moved, his head
still hung over his chest, his long lashes lowered. Against her better
judgment, Royal slowly walked toward him. The swish of her silk skirt and
hollow click of her heels broke the silence in the room.
This must be X, the alpha pack leader Sebastian
shot in the shoulder and captured. His dismal growls during Britton’s sexual
assault pulled at her heart. He stood naked, broken, and vulnerable, not
dangerous.
His heavy dick drew her gaze, larger than any
she’d ever witnessed, and she imagined what it would look like erect. A
vibrating growl escaped his throat, and she stopped in her tracks, inches away
from him. She didn’t have a plan, only a deep urge to see his face.
Tilting her head low, her gaze drifted up his
beaten body to his tormented expression. His attractive features stunned her
for a moment.
X lifted his lashes, his blue-green eyes
piercing through her.
“Closer.” His voice was a gravelly murmur.
Her heart thumped faster. Sensations stirred in
her lower belly as she moved toward him. She tried to quiet her rapid breath.
His sensuous lips would be so easy to kiss, but she held herself steady.
“You’re going to torture me?” X twisted his face
toward her, grazing his teeth along her neck.
“No.” She shivered at the sharp fangs, lightly
dragging across her skin.
“Royal! Get away from him!”
Gwen’s scream sounded distant as the bloodling
sank his teeth into Royal’s shoulder. She gasped at the sudden stabbing
pain.
She tasted like a fantasy. He sucked on her
silky skin, drawing power. His venom snaked into her bloodstream.
Her tiny hand clasped onto his side. “Please…
No.”
He wanted to hear more of her begging. She grew
weak, leaning into his body, and X felt it in his groin. Her silk dress brushed
against his thickening cock, and a sensual growl rumbled in his throat.
His jagged teeth retracted, and he drew back
from her, baffled by his own body’s response to her. This girl was his captor,
the enemy. She and her family used his kind as pets.
Royal held her hand over the bleeding wound on
her shoulder and stumbled backward. Amber-colored eyes stared at him as if he’d
betrayed her somehow. Long waves of shiny brown hair fell around her shoulders,
and X was gripped with the ludicrous urge to run his fingers through the thick
layers.
Boxers, Briefs, or
Commando?
Maddox: I’m
not answering that.
Royal: You
mean what do I like? On a man? Uh, boxer-briefs. Or commando sounds nice too.
Are you a wine or
coffee kind of person?
Maddox: I like
Jack Daniels.
Royal: Depends
on the occasion, I don’t drink very often. I do love coffee.
What is your
perfect type when it comes to dating?
Maddox: I
don’t really “date”. I own a bar, and my pack brothers take up a lot of my
time, too. Not a lot of time for females.
Royal: Hmm…
I’m not very picky. Handsome. Loyal. Smart… the usual things, I guess.
Free and single or
happily settled down?
Maddox: Single.
Royal: I’d
like to settle down someday, I think. I mean, if I found the right guy, yeah
definitely.
Favorite movie?
Maddox: The
Godfather.
Royal: I
travel a lot, so I don’t get to watch movies very often. The last one I saw was
Avatar. I really liked it.
What would people
be surprised to find out about you?
Maddox: I’m a
pretty open book. I don’t keep secrets.
Royal: I’ve
never introduced one friend to any of my family members. My family is a little…
violent. Especially my father. I usually only see them on holidays.
What is your dream
vacation destination?
Maddox: My
pack and I go hunting and camping in the mountains around my hometown. I like
being in the woods.
Royal: Some of
my favorite places are Rome and Barcelona. But I’ve been traveling for a few
years now and I’d like to settle down and make a home somewhere.
1. I LOVE Christmas. I
was so excited to write a holiday-themed story, although Unchained Love does
get a little dark for such a sparkly holiday… It's a rather violent erotic
romance. My favorite kind. :)
2. Bloodlings are
featured prominently in book three of my Hawthorne Witches series. The
characters from Unchained Love may or may not make an appearance in that
book.
3. I listened to
"The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac on repeat while I wrote most of the
book. I usually change up my music choices, but this was such a short little
book.
4. The second book in
the Bound in Bloodlust series, Broken Slave, will be about Britton, the slave
bloodling house-pet, after he’s been freed. But after talking to the readers,
I’ve decided to continue Royal and Maddox’s story and write Unchained Love Part
Two next.
5. I plan to write
books for all of Maddox’s pack brothers, but so far I just have one in mind,
book three, Taste of the Enemy. Royal’s sister, Gwen starts to turn from her
wicked ways and falls for a bloodling herself after using his kind as pets her
whole life.
Savannah Hill is an
erotic romance novelist diligently working to create a world that readers can
truly experience and enjoy along with her. Captivated by romance at a very
young age, she began writing love stories in grade school, always imagining new
scenarios and characters. Addicted to her passion, her first novel, Paramour
for the Devil, is the story that invaded her dreams until the final chapter was
written. She is currently writing the sequel to Paramour, Seducing the Devil.
She lives in the
beautiful Pacific Northwest with her man, the love of her life, and spends her
days chasing their toddler boy who loves to giggle.
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