Unfamiliar (The Vandran Legacy Book 1)

by Anna-Louise Dann

  His face was the last thing to mutate and the transformation was a thing of nightmares. The top of his head and face split and ripped open, exposing the ears underneath. The torn flesh of his face fell to the floor; his mouth and nose were pushed forward and became the face of a wolf. Once the face had formed the sharp white teeth tore at the human skin still covering his body, revealing black fur underneath. The beast devoured the pieces of Colt’s flesh that had fallen off during the metamorphosis until there wasn’t a scrap of Colt left behind.

  Clara had to cover her mouth again to muffle a scream, but she couldn’t look away. She wanted to run but she knew she had to see this through to the end, whatever happened.

  When the transformation was finished the wolf stood looking at her for a few seconds, as if waiting for her to do something. It was a magnificent-looking creature and she had the urge to feel the fur against her palm and began standing.

  The eyes that were staring into her core, watching her every move, suddenly started glowing red and the wolf tilted his head to the sky and began howling loudly.

  Clara could n’t take any more. The last time she saw eyes turn red, bad shit happened to her. She needed to get back to the house.

  Adrenaline and fear kicked in and she gave in to her urge to get the fuck out of there; she turned and took off sprinting.

  She didn’t get far when she was grabbed around the waist by a naked but very real Colt. Her face was pressed against his bare chest, she breathed in his masculine sent.

  “Your eyes, they turned red, it frightened me,” she said breathlessly. “Shh, it’s ok, Clara. You did so good, baby,” he whispered into the top of her hair, wrapping his arms tighter around her shaking body.

  They stood like that for a bit until the shock subsided. She became all too aware of how close she was to him in his state of undress, and it was obvious he was aware of their predicament because she could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Her own body responded and the wetness started between her legs – she was powerless to resist him.

  She lifted her head up and met his eyes which were as lust-filled as hers. She wound her hands behind his head and dragged his mouth to hers, unable to control the need for him any longer.

  This kiss was so much more intense than the night before. Colt backed her into a tree and lifted her arms up. He slowly removed her sweater, unclasping her bra at the same time. As soon as they were discarded he devoured her breasts, nipping and sucking her nipples; she cried out.

  “Make love to me, Colt,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

  He froze at her words and let her go. He looked pissed. Had she said something wrong? “I am going to have you, Clara, and when I do it is not going to be against some fucking tree in the woods.”

  He stormed off back in the direction of the opening to collect his clothes. Her body was still trembling with need as she picked her discarded bra and sweatshirt up off the floor. She shook them out before putting them back on, feeling so ashamed with herself for throwing herself at him.

  She should have known after the day they had, that he would react like that. He obviously wasn’t ready for a repeat performance of last night. She felt deflated, very frustrated and a little pissed off herself.

  Just then, Colt stormed back through the trees. It didn’t look like his mood had gotten any lighter; he handed her the coat which she put on quickly. He took her hand and he led her back to the house without speaking another word. She caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye – he looked like he was battling a demon or five so she decided it was best to just let him ride this out himself. She would excuse herself to bed as soon as they got in and let him get over whatever mood he was in.

  Colt had other ideas.

  Chapter Ten

  Clara The house was quiet when they returned. Iris had retired for the night. Clara was relieved; she didn’t want to have to make awkward conversation about Colt’s current mood, and what had transpired tonight.

  She had every intention of heading straight up the stairs after getting a glass of water. It had been a rough day and she didn’t have the energy to deal with whatever had gotten Colt in such a bad mood. She didn’t even know what she had said or done to upset him other than beg for him to fuck her in the woods.

  Stupid.

  She downed the water quickly and washed the glass, placing it on the draining board.

  She made her way to her room, not bothering with the lights.

  She walked straight into Colt’s hard muscled chest. He was hovering at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her; the tension radiated off him. She opened her mouth to ask him exactly what his problem was, but didn’t get a word out as his mouth crashed down on hers, stealing her breath.

  She kissed him back with the same animalistic passion, giving in to their pent-up frustration. He lifted her by her bottom so her legs wound around his waist like he had done the night before. He walked her into his bedroom and sat her on the bed, kneeling between her legs, feathering her jawline and neck with kisses.

  “Do you still want me inside you, Clara?” he whispered seductively. She nodded. There were so many emotions running through her, but she knew this was what she wanted, she was ready to give herself to him.

  “I thought I had upset you,” she whispered breathlessly as the caress of his lips on her sensitive skin sent little tremors into her lady parts. She moaned softly.

  “Fuck, Clara, I was so pissed at my lack of self - control. I wanted to rip all of your clothes off and bury myself in you. You deserve so much more than that... We need to take this slow, baby. I don’t want to ever hurt you.”

  Raw honesty, was one of the things that she loved about this sexy man kneeling in front of her, and to know he was just as wound up as she was made her soaked panties even wetter. She was so ready for this.

  She gave Colt her best seductive smile as she lifted her sweater over her head and unclasped her bra. Her nipples ached for his mouth to be on them. Feeling very confident and aware of the effect she had on him, she pinched one of her hard nubs and rolled it between her finger and thumb.

  Colt had sat back on his heels and was watching her with a tortured look on his face.

  His nostrils flared. “Fuck, Clara, that’s so hot... I need to get you naked right now so you can show me how else you please yourself.”

  He stood and pulled her to her feet and kissed her thoroughly before kissing down her neck. He cupped her right breast in his left hand and feasted on her left nipple, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth.

  She cried out; the sensation of his mouth devouring her was so intense, she needed more. She pulled away from him and tugged at his top, lifting it off him. He helped her, discarding it to the floor. His body was a work of art – she needed to touch every part of him. She traced her fingers around his nipples and down his abdominal muscles to his navel. She cupped him through his jeans; he was rock hard under her hand. He sucked in a breath and she felt his cock twitch under her palm.

  He growled as he picked her up and lay her on the bed, wasting no time in removing her jeans and panties. She lay bare and exposed to him.

  He removed his own jeans and stood over her; his huge cock jutted upwards and he fisted his shaft, stroking it twice. There was a shimmer of liquid at the head.

  “Show me how you pleasure yourself, Clara.” He looked like he was going to explode. She moved her hand down nervously to her wet folds and circled her clit. The need for release became more heightened. As she brought herself pleasure she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

  “Fuck, I need to feel that delicious pussy against my mouth as you come. Can I taste you, Clara?” “Yes please,” she begged. He lifted her hand from her aching flesh, sucking the wet fingers into his mouth, lapping up all her juices – it was so sensual.

  She whimpered as he got to his knees and wasted no time in surrounding her sex with his mouth, sucking and licking greedily. The sensation was out of this world. She held
on to his head, grinding against his mouth. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave; she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to muffle the scream she let out.

  Colt kissed her inner thigh as she came down from the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced. He shifted away from her for a second to rummage in a bag on the other side of the room. Finding the strip of condoms, he tore one off and rolled it on.

  He lay next to her on the bed and kissed her again as he made love to her mouth with his tongue. She could taste herself on him, it was so erotic.

  His fingers circled her clit and he slipped one into her entrance. The intense feeling between her legs was building again, she just needed him inside her. “Please, Colt,” she begged.

  “I just need to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He added another finger, stretching her. There was a slight burn as her body adjusted but it felt so good. With every thrust of his fingers she got closer to another release. She was so wet.

  He pulled his fingers out of her and climbed over her. She opened for him. He eased his hard cock into her entrance but didn’t push all the way; she stretched and the burn she felt before was back, but more intense this time.

  “Shit, Clara, so tight. You need to come for me again, baby.” His voice was strained. He held himself over her with one arm and circled her clit with his free hand, bringing her to the brink again. She exploded around his cock and he pushed himself the rest of the way into her, filling her up.

  Her cry of pleasure became one of pain as he broke through her sacred seal.

  He went still again and waited for her to adjust to him.

  He kissed her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I am so sorry, baby, just tell me when you’re ready for me to move, and I promise you’ll forget the pain and it’ll feel good. It feels amazing being inside you, baby.”

  “I’m ready, please, Colt.” She needed all of him. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in gently, making love to her. Every thrust of his cock pushed against her insides, bringing her to the edge of ultimate bliss.

  The burning pain turned into pleasure so intense more tears rolled down her face. As their bodies rocked together her passion took over; she needed more and she knew he did too. She needed him to be rough with her, to fuck her hard. She met his thrusts and dug her nails into his ass.

  “Harder!” she cried. This speared him into a frenzy; he growled and fucked her like she wanted. He slammed into her hard, she cried his name and dragged her nails down his back as her walls tightened around his throbbing cock. The sensation felt more exquisite than the last and she saw stars.

  Colt

  He found his release at the same time. A pained moan escaped him as he emptied himself inside her. “Fuck, Clara, that was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said breathlessly.

  He had never come so hard. Her tight little pussy was still clenching around him, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. This sent more ripples to the base of his spine, and he shuddered.

  He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her again softly.

  “I am going to pull out of you now, Clara, are you ready?”

  She nodded, not breaking eye contact.

  When he pulled out of her and she winced he knew what he needed to do. He cursed himself for the lack of control he had with her. He rolled off her, taking her with him, nestling her against his side. She placed her head against his chest, and he feathered little kisses across her forehead. They lay there for a while, both content in each other’s arms. She moaned in protest when he removed his arm from under her, leaving the bed to dispose of the condom.

  While he was in the bathroom he turned the taps on for the shower. Clara would be sore and need soothing after their lovemaking.

  He walked back into the bedroom. Clara was sitting up; her wild hair flowed around her shoulders, her perfect breasts hidden under her mass of curls, allowing him only a slight view of her right rosy pink nipple.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said.

  She gave him a lazy smile. “So are you,” she said.

  “Come,” he said, lifting her out of the bed. He planted a little kiss on her nose. She looked intrigued as he carried her to the bathroom.

  “We’re going to take a shower together, and you’re going to let me wash you.” She had a look of fear at that suggestion. “Don’t worry, we won’t make love again tonight, I’ll behave myself. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, a shower will help ease some of your discomfort.”

  He kissed her swollen mouth and she moaned, “Ok,” against his lips. He grew hard again at the look in her eye; she was just as turned on as him. He knew no matter how hard she made him he couldn’t sink inside her again until she wasn’t so tender. He wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

  Clara The water felt amazing against her sore skin. She knew her first time would be painful but Colt had made it so perfect for her; he was so attentive, catering to her every sexual need she’d had without her having to say a word. There was no going back, he owned her heart and soul.

  She watched as he lathered the wash cloth up with soap and slowly and gently washed her, taking extra care around her tender lady parts.

  He was so gentle, whispering soothing words of remorse for her soreness.

  The feeling of his hand down there gently washing her folds made her moan, it felt so good.

  She could see that he was finding this whole process arousing too.

  “Colt?” She felt a little shy about her next suggestion.

  “Yes, beautiful?” he answered through hooded eyes.

  “Can I wash you now?” she asked, feeling her cheeks heat. “Of course you can, beautiful.” He handed her the wash cloth he had just been using to wash her. She put more soap on and began washing him. She knew what she wanted to do but she needed to wait and see if he would be willing to let her.

  She washed his chest and turned him so she could do his back. Colt kept his eyes closed for the whole process. His body was hard and tense, she needed to rectify that.

  She moved back around to his front and washed his abdomen. Her hands moved lower until she had wrapped her hand around his solid cock.

  He hissed.

  She lowered to her knees on the shower floor.

  She looked up at Colt; his eyes were now staring down at her, his pupil dilated as she stroked him again. “I need to taste you,” she said, and licked him from balls to tip.

  “Fuck,” he growled deep in his throat.

  She took him in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around his tip. The feel of his hands in her hair drove her on and she took him fully into her mouth, sucking and licking. It was so erotic, the feeling of being in control of his release. She gripped the bottom of his shaft and pumped, licking and sucking at his tip.

  “Oh, fuck. I am going to come, Clara,” he groaned. She needed to taste him all, so she filled her mouth again. His hips met her pace and she hollowed her cheeks to accommodate him. He let out another growl. He tensed and the warm liquid hit the back of her throat; she drank him up and mercilessly carried on sucking and licking until she had emptied him of all he gave her.

  She stood up and he switched off the shower, not saying anything. They stepped out and he wrapped her in a big fluffy towel. He silently lifted her and carried her back to the bed, laying her down. As soon as her back hit the soft sheets, he began another slow, sensuous decent down her body until he reached her clit which was throbbing with need after what she had just done to him in the shower. He took her hungrily, like a man starved, and brought her to another mindblowing climax with his tongue.

  After she came down from the high his talented mouth had given her, he pulled her against him; they were both exhausted from their lovemaking. Clara drifted into a deep and peaceful slumber wrapped in the arms of the man she was willing to give everything to.

  Chapter Eleven

  Colt A loud banging wakes Colt from a blissful dream. He raises his head and looks at the time on his digital clock on the bedside table. Jee
z, it’s nearly ten in the morning, he hasn’t slept in this late for a long time. Clara’s sexy little body is pressed against his, her naked ass pushed against his crotch. His dick responds favourably.

  The banging sounds again, louder, and more impatient this time. He groans.

  Who the fuck was knocking?

  He reluctantly moves Clara, trying not to disturb her and begrudgingly climbs out of bed.

  He picks up his discarded jeans from the floor and puts them on.

  This better be fucking important.

  He hurries down the stairs and throws the door open, expecting to see Danny or Sarah standing there.

  Heather. “Heather? I thought you were going to call, before you turned up here?” He doesn’t hide the banal in his voice.

  She sauntered in past him like she owned the place, not waiting to be invited. “What the fuck took you so long? I’ve been knocking for fifteen minutes. And to answer your question, I misplaced my phone yesterday after you text me. Where is she?” she demanded. He was not in the mood for her shit right now.

  “She’s sleeping!” he snarled back. She sta rted laughing at him. “Oh, Colty, your big bad wolf act is amusing. Don’t push me, I am trying to be polite right now. Go wake her pretty ass up so I can introduce myself properly,” she said, patting his cheek. She swayed into the kitchen, flicking her poker-straight blonde hair over her shoulder.

  You wouldn’t believe this woman was in her forties; she had no lines on her face and her skin although always pale was flawless, with only a touch of makeup.

  The way she carried herself, authority radiated off her. She always looked impeccably dressed – business-like. Today was no exception, she was dressed in an expensive navy three-quarter length trouser suit which was probably made by some designer he couldn’t pronounce the name of.