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Something Familiar (The Vandran Legacy Book 2)

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by Anna-Louise Dann


  Drying himself quickly, he pulled out an old pair of sweatpants and t-shirt and pulled them on, feeling much more human. This was how he preferred to dress; if he could go to work in his sweats or jeans he would.

  He checked the cinema room first to see if Amelia was in there, she wasn’t. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the lounge either. Panic started in his gut, he started regretting not searching more thoroughly before. She wouldn’t have left the mansion, would she? He shook that thought away. Amelia wouldn’t have left Hope without informing anyone or taking her daughter with her. There was only one place he hadn’t looked.

  He headed back up the stairs quickly, making his way to the master bedroom. His insides were in turmoil praying that he would find her. He pushed his door open; the sight that greeted him made his heart leap in his chest. Amelia was laying on top of his crisp white covers wearing a lacy cream camisole and shorts. Her poker-straight hair framed her perfect features as she slept. The room was lit up by one of the bedside lamps and the log fire burning away. As he neared the bed he noticed the puffiness around her eyes and pale cheeks. She had been upset. Had she cried herself to sleep? Anger gripped at his chest, she had come looking for him and he hadn’t been here to comfort her when she’d needed him. He moved closer, unsure about what to do. He knelt on the bed and traced his thumb across her tear-stained cheek. She stirred; her eyelids flickered open, his breath caught in his throat at the radiant aqua of her eyes.

  “Dominic? I—” The anguish in her gaze was his complete undoing.

  “What made you cry, my love?” he whispered, lifting her and pulling her, so her head was resting against his chest. He felt her tense beneath his embrace. He tightened his grip, scared she was going to flee before he could comfort her. She raised her head and met his gaze. Hunger burned into him; she was feeling the effects of touching him just as much as he was, every wiggle of her on his lap made his cock harden even more painfully.

  She shifted lifting her legs so she was straddling his hips, never breaking eye contact. She rubbed herself against his erection. He could feel the heat from her welcoming centre through his sweatpants. He growled in his throat, the sensation was mind blowing.

  “One more night, Dominic, I need you inside me one more time.” Her voice was husky and sexy as hell. He didn’t want to think about the words she had just spoken, there would be time to question them later, right now he wanted to bury himself in her sweetness and lavish in claiming her body again.

  “Anything for you, my beautiful Tigress,” he said and cupped the back of her head, crashing his mouth against hers, swallowing her moans of victorious pleasure.

  Chapter Eight

  Emmie

  He lay naked before her as she explored the contours of his sinfully beautiful body. He was a sight to behold and hers for tonight.

  She traced her fingers down the muscles of his chest, following the same path with her tongue. She could smell the masculine scent of soap on his skin.

  She felt him tense underneath her touch. He hissed through his teeth as she reached his flat stomach, trailing kisses down to his navel where she followed the little line of blond hair to his cock which was big, hard, and waiting to be claimed by her mouth.

  “Amelia,” he whispered, watching her through hungry eyes. She loved the sound of her name on his lips.

  “I need to taste you, Dominic,” she said and swirled her tongue around, licking off the pre-cum that spilled out of the tip.

  “Fuck!” he hissed, and his hands gripped her hair. This spurred her on and she took him into her parted lips, filling her mouth with him. She fisted the base of his erection and fucked him with her mouth slowly, loving the fact that she was in control of him.

  “Amelia. Holy shit. I am not going to last long with your pretty mouth driving me crazy like that. I need to be inside you right now,” he growled, pulling her up so she straddled his hips. She was soaking wet and so ready to fill herself with him. He must have sensed her eagerness, because he grabbed his cock and eased it into her entrance.

  She cried out in pleasure at the feeling of being filled with him. The tingles she felt through her body made her quiver with ecstasy. She rode him slowly, wanting to saviour him for as long as she could; their bodies fit together so perfectly it was like he was made just for her, she had never experienced something so euphoric as the way her body hummed in tune with his, she would remember this feeling forever. The first climax was close, and she knew it would be intense. Sensing her ascending release his speed picked up and he gripped her hips, taking charge of their rhythm. She knew he wanted it rough and hard. She lifted herself up so only the tip of his cock was at her entrance and slammed down, repeating it again and again. She watched his eyes roll back in his head; his breath came out in pants. He was trying hard to control himself.

  Suddenly she was flipped onto her back with one leg over his shoulder and he ploughed back into her, making her scream his name as her orgasm ripped through her mercilessly. She clawed her nails down his back, making him growl. Her pussy throbbed around him, sending him into a frenzy of thrusting in and out of her hard. He pulled her other leg up, fucking her harder; the position of his groin rubbing against her most sensitive parts sent more tingles through her. This catapulted her over the edge and she found release again. It was more intense this time. She was unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that left her lips as her pussy gripped him tightly, milking him.

  She felt him harden and flex inside her as he found his release. His whole body shuddered, and he cried out her name again and again, slowing his pace. Dropping her legs to his sides he pumped into her a few more times, filling her with his seed before he rolled over, taking her with him, so she was laying on his chest, their bodies still joined together, sated and exhausted from their passion. She nuzzled into him, enjoying the closeness.

  Her pent-up emotions got the better of her, the day’s events and the knowledge of what she had to do tomorrow pulled at her guilt-ridden heart. She felt her eyes fill up. She let the tears fall freely down her face and onto his skin. How did she walk away from him now? A sob escaped from her lips.

  “Hey, look at me,” he said concern in his voice. She hugged him tighter, not wanting to face reality. “Amelia, please look at me,” he said again. She could hear the fear in him now.

  She lifted her eyes to his. She couldn’t tell him that she was leaving him.

  “That – that was so amazing,” she whispered as more tears escaped her eyes.

  Dominic

  The anguish in her face tore his insides to pieces, there was more to her tears than just being caught up in their lovemaking, but she wasn’t ready to confide in him yet.

  He caught one of her tears with the pad of his thumb as he stroked it across her cheek.

  “You were upset before I came home, Amelia, please tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can fix it.” He ran his other hand up and down her back, earning a shudder from her.

  “I was just worried, that’s all, I think everything that’s happened today just finally hit me, I don’t usually cry this much,” she said. There was a sadness in her eyes which terrified him. He knew she was only feeding him a half story to appease his concern. He would allow it for tonight as they had both had a stressful day but tomorrow she would tell him everything that was going through that beautiful head of hers. There would be no secrets and no walls up between them. He would prove to her he was worthy of her trust and one day her love.

  He pulled out of her tight little body, making them both gasp, their bodies still sensitive from their lovemaking. He adjusted her, so she lay snuggled against his side, her arm automatically wrapped around his torso. He would never get tired of feeling her exquisite curves pressed into him, by the time this night was through he would know every contour, every inch of her beautiful body.

  “What did they say?” she asked, breaking their comfortable silence. He could hear the fear in her tone and the way her voice tremored as she spoke.

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p; “They didn’t realise Clara had an older sister, their informant had been feeding them false information. They have a lot to discuss before this situation is completely done, but because of your heritage, I believe we shall have their blessing for our union.” He kissed the top of her hair line, inhaling her lemon-scented shampoo. “You and Hope are safe for now, they gave me their word.” She shifted in his arms and lifted her head.

  “Thank you, Dominic, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that. Did they say who their informant is?” she asked.

  “They weren’t very forthcoming, but I will find out, Amelia, I promise. No one puts the people I care about in the firing line and lives to brag about it. I shall find them,” he said, keeping his tone calm. “We can discuss it in more detail tomorrow, I can feel your need for me against my thigh and it’s driving me crazy. I can’t get enough of you my beautiful Tigress, I need to feel you climax against my cock again.”

  He pushed himself on top of her, holding his weight on his hands, and entered her welcoming centre again. The fear in her eyes turned to surprise which then turned to lust at the union of their bodies. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clawing his back with her nails.

  The little noises she makes as he is buried deep inside drive him to the brink of ecstasy. The moment he surrenders to the sensation of his release he is sent spiralling into oblivion, nothing has or would ever compare to this feeling. When the ripples of their pleasure finish coursing through their bodies and she gave in to exhaustion, falling asleep in his embrace, he knows he has found his one.

  Amelia was always meant to be his and no one was going to take her away from him.

  Chapter Nine

  Emmie

  Dawn was just breaking when Emmie crept down the stairs and let herself out of the mansion. She borrowed the spare remote control for the gate out of the secret compartment Dominic had shown her the last time she stayed.

  She was thankful that no one seemed to be around, they must have been busy in another part of the house. She wasn’t emotionally ready to answer any questions anyway, she just needed to get out as quickly and quietly as possible without alerting anyone to her departure.

  As she carried her sleeping daughter down the long driveway she cried silent tears, her heart breaking with every step she took. She knew it would be hard to walk away from him, but she wasn’t expecting the pain in her gut every time she imagined how angry Dominic was going to be when he woke to find her gone. Emmie knew he would have tried to stop her, demanding to know where she was going. She had to protect her daughter and staying here put them all at risk; no matter what he had said, he would move on, he would get over her.

  The best thing for everyone was if she stayed far away from Dominic and The Domini Bellatorum. She would only bring him trouble, that was the thought that drove her forward and down the long path of uncertainty.

  The driveway seemed to go on forever; Hope was getting heavy in her arms. It amazed her how well she slept considering she had been lifted out of bed and carried for this length of time. She breathed in the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo, nuzzling her hair. It was just them two against the world once again; whatever life threw her way and how heartbroken Hope would be to be leaving her Nicnic behind, she had to do this for her, this was the only way they would both be safe. She picked up her pace when she spotted Colt’s van parked outside the entrance. This was it.

  She looked at the big house one last time, full of sorrow as she escaped into unknown, her heavy heart already pining for the man she was leaving behind.

  Dominic

  Reaching into the emptiness of his big bed, the feeling of dread hit him, and he opened his eyes. Panic surfaced, and he threw the covers off, diving for the door, picking up and putting on his discarded sweatpants on the way.

  “PATRICK!” he bellowed, racing down the landing and bursting into Amelia’s bedroom. He knew she was gone. He had felt the hollow feeling punch him in the stomach as soon as he woke and felt the cold space next to him but, he had to check, just in case his fucked-up paranoia was playing tricks on him. His eyes landing on the empty room made his stomach twist into knots; a feeling of betrayal washed over him. How could she do this to him again?

  “FUCK!” he shouted angrily and slammed his fist into the wall leaving a huge print in the plaster, not really feeling anything but the need to kill someone.

  He should have realised, he should have sensed what she was doing last night. Her tears, her words, they were all so final, this had been her plan.

  He had been blinded by how good it was being buried inside her, he had ignored all the warning signs. Amelia had fucked him and left him again.

  “Fuck!” he cried again, slamming his fist into the wall for a second time.

  Patrick burst through the door looking frantic, his usually tanned complexion was paste and his eyes full of panic.

  “What is it? What’s happened?” he asked, breathing heavily.

  “Your fucking men are all incompetent, Patrick, Amelia is gone.” He looked at the messed up covers where little Hope had slept the previous night. The ache in his heart turned to anger, he didn’t have time for a pity party.

  Someone would pay.

  “Get all of the security staff together, you have ten minutes before I start hurting people, and trust me, it won’t be pleasant,” he snarled.

  The next few hours went by in a blur. He was currently sitting in his security office watching the CCTV footage of Amelia walk out of his life carrying her sleeping daughter in her arms and climb into Colt’s van and drive out of his life. He could see her struggle with the weight of the little girl, he saw the anguish in her face when she looked at the house one last time. He paused the video, studying her beautiful features which were full of pain. If it was torturing her to walk away from him, why would she leave? He didn’t understand. She owed him an explanation.

  The rage he felt in his gut was festering away. Five of his men had been guarding the mansion and she managed to get past all of them without a problem.

  They had been busy checking out a disturbance at the back of the house, which he was under no illusion was probably Clara or Heather’s doing.

  Her phone was off, and Colt wasn’t picking up either. He tried her number again, it went straight to voicemail. He slammed the phone onto the table and stood, making every one of his men flinch.

  “Find out where she has gone, or I will make all of your lives a fucking misery… When you find Colt Brooker you bring him to me unscathed, do you understand?”

  Colt

  Colt pulled the van into the safe house in Dundrum two hours later, opening the doors of the van to let them out. Hope had been crying for the last half-hour and wasn’t giving up anytime soon.

  Emmie was trying to soothe Hope who was now having one of her famous full-blown tantrums. The anguish on Emmie’s face made his heart go out to her, but he didn’t know the first thing about dealing with a crying kid, especially a kid that was as stubborn as this little monster was. He was going to have to learn soon though.

  Hope hadn’t liked the idea of being taken away from Dominic and was in the middle of a meltdown, screaming at her mum, “Take me back to Nicnic!” It appeared that Emmie’s headstrong daughter was just as besotted as her mother with the big bad warlock.

  Hope reminded him so much of Clara, the way her nose crinkled up when she was mad and the fire that was in her eyes. Emmie was in for a whole lot of trouble with this pint-sized Cailleach.

  He couldn’t help the little grin that formed on his lips thinking about his wife and her stubbornness when she had her mind set on something. Clara could throw some pretty impressive tantrums as well.

  From the devastated look on Emmie’s face when he picked her up it was plainly obvious she wasn’t loving the idea of leaving either, but they were in trouble and had to go into hiding for a while, or at least until they knew they were out of danger.

  He didn’t get it, he had read the scriptures Heath
er owned. Emmie should have been accepted by The Domini Bellatorum, she was Clara’s full blood sibling, the only difference being she was a familiar and not a Cailleach, but times had changed, it wasn’t the seventeen hundreds anymore, spectrals had been mix-breeding for centuries now, and her beast was powerful, a force to be reckoned with. The Vandran magic ran through her veins.

  Emmie had said they hadn’t even been aware that Clara had an older sister, that their informant had been feeding them false information. Surely enough a huge coven like theirs would have done their homework years ago. Dominic’s father had been the trusted figurehead before he died so maybe that had something to do with their confusion. They had deceived everyone with Juliet’s transformations for years.

  He had no doubt that Juliet had probably been at meetings and had discussions with the figureheads of the cult, making declarations and passing laws when she was disguised as her brother. He had a sneaky suspicion whoever their informant was had ties to Juliet and was carrying on with her work. He needed to speak to Dominic about his suspicions, they could come up with a plan to trap the fucker and find out who else was involved.

  He would honour Clara’s wishes for now and keep Emmie’s whereabouts a secret, but he had a feeling at some point they would need Dominic’s help and he would need to know where she was.

  He took Hope from an exhausted-looking Emmie and carried her into the cottage; her tantrum had turned into violent sobs that wracked her body. She clung to him, burying her head into his shoulder.

  After settling them in, he got back in his van. He knew Dominic would probably be looking for him and would want answers, but first he had to pay a visit to his companion. Heather needed to have a heads-up on everything, she wouldn’t appreciate being kept in the dark when it came to family affairs.

 

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