Chapter 2
Gren didn't know what was going through his head when he decided to keep Street. he just knew that he couldn't kill her.
As her dragged her back onto the shuttle waiting to take them back to the mothership, she pulled at his hand that was wrapped around her wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" Street demanded, as she stopped struggling, because it seemed to be getting her nowhere.
"Because I can," Gren stated imperiously as they entered the shuttle.
Street saw the Renee had been tied to one of the chairs. Probably put up one hell of a fight, Street thought, admiring her friend.
"Will you remain in you seat or will we have to tie you up as well?" Howlyn asked of her as they prepared to leave.
"I'll stay," Street said quickly, not wanting to be tied down. She glanced over and Howlyn and thought she could see the faint mark of nails down the side of his face. Marks that were healing by the moment. She smiled to herself, good on you Renee.
Gren nodded in approval and led her to the seat next to him.
Street sat down and remained quiet during the short ride to the mothership.
Renee, however, couldn't stop throwing out comments here and there, to Howlyn, who, it seemed to Street was beginning to lose it.
It only took a few minutes to get to the ship, and the next thing Street knew, Gren was pulling her off the shuttle and leading her away. "Where are you taking me?" Street hated the small tremor in her voice,
"Somewhere you can't get away. But I can assure you it's bigger than where you put me."
"That's comforting," Street remarked sarcastically.
Gren didn't comment, but kept pulling her along. The set of rooms Howlyn had given him would do fine for his purpose. The door had a voice- activated lock; even Street wouldn't be able to break. He smiled to himself. She wasn't going anywhere.
"I was the one who got you out." Street reminded him, as the walls seemed to fly by at an alarming rate. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm an Atavus, it's what we do." Gren reached his rooms, pulled her inside and commanded the doors to lock. He turned to Street, a smiled on his face. "Here we are. Home sweet home."
"This is not my home." Street jerked her arm out of his grasp.
"It is until I say otherwise." Gren informed her imperiously.
Street moved as far away from him as the room would allow, taking in her surroundings in the process. The room was large, bigger then her entire trailer, with a large old-fashioned bed dominating one corner. There were also planet everywhere, and the room was hot, almost like a greenhouse.
"Nice place you have here," Street said, turning around to face Gren.
Gren was leaning against one of the walls, arms folded over his chest. "It is a bit more comfortable than the freezing cage you had me in earlier."
Street didn't know how to respond, so she didn't.
Gren slowly straightened from the wall and began moving towards Street. "You know," he started almost conversationally. "You would make a good mate."
"Mate?" Street asked hesitantly. "What makes you think that?" Every step Gren took towards her, she took one back, until her back hit the wall and she had nowhere else to go.
Gren nodded. "You have strength and you're your own person, but you still need someone. Someone like me." He grinned and stopped moving, barely two inches separating them.
"Someone like you?" Street raised her eyebrows, trying to sound disbelieving, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't date aliens, especially one's that are trying to take over my race, and you would probably kill me sooner or later." She forced herself to break eye contact.
"I told you back at the research station that I would never hurt you." He reached up and ran the back of his hand down the side of her face. "And I meant it."
Street drew in an unsteady breath, hating herself for feeling this way. But now she knew hoe Renee felt when she had been here with Howlyn the first time.
As Gren leaning into Street, his eyes seemed to grow bigger, holding her hostage.
"No," Street whispered unconvincingly as Gren's lips touched hers.
It wasn't the first time they had kissed. But the other kisses were nothing compared to this. His entire mouth took possession of hers. His tongue demanding and taking control.
Street couldn't help herself, her hands moved up his chest, and around his neck, pulling him closer as she ran her hands through his silky hair.
Gren grinned to himself. Her reaction to him was strong, just as he knew it would be. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His body hardening as it came in full contact with hers.
Street gasped into his mouth as she felt the full extent of his desire.
This was wrong, Street thought to herself. She shouldn't be doing this, not with him. But even as she had those thoughts she was pulling him closer, trying to get as much of his as possible.
Gren growled in pleasure, pulling her away from the wall and towards the bed, where he really wanted to be.
Street didn't react as they changed locations; she was too wrapped up in Gren. His mouth on hers. His hands roaming her body. As much as she knew this was wrong, she wanted it.
As Gren laid her down on the bed, he impatiently pulled at her jacked, and Street was only too happy to take it off for him. He wasn't, however, as patient with her shirt, which he just ripped off her.
Street was a bit startled by his reaction and tried to pull back, but Gren held onto her firmly, his hands moving to the button of her pants.
His fingers undid the buttons slowly, almost prolonging the moment he had wanted to rush inly seconds ago.
By this time Street was breathing heavily. She was naked to the waist, while Gren was still fully clothed.
Gren finally pulled the tight pants free from her body, actually please to find that Street wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Street pulled away from him slightly and tugged at his exo-suit. "Off," she practically growled, her voice husky.
Gren grinned and complied, his eyes filled with heat. In the heat of passion Street was acting like an Atavus female, her reaction pleased him greatly.
It was when Gren's naked body touched hers once more that Street felt a moment of shock and realisation at what she was doing. She tried to struggled and pull away, but Gren just held her tighter and moved his hands down her body, where she was ready for him, and all her resistance melted away.
Gren moved his mouth across her face to whisper in her ear. "You can't fight what you want, Juliet. This is meant to be." As he said the word he knew they were true. He had never felt this way with his previous mate. What he had with Street was different. They were lifemates, bonded mind, body and soul. "You're mine."
Street barely heard his words; she was too caught up in the sensations Gren was creating as his body entered hers.
Gren kept the pace slow, pulling his mouth away as he looked into her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated that her irises were almost non-existent. He gradually quickened the pace and moved his mouth back to hers.
Street felt sensations building and building until she felt she was going to explode. She didn't even panic when she heard Gren's cleaves come out of when he moved them over the side of her face and down her body.
"Please," Street whispered, not knowing exactly what she was asking for.
Gren seemed to know because his eyes locked with hers once more and his gaze became feral. Holding Street's face in his hands he sped up his thrusts even more.
If it were possible Street felt herself building more and her peak was the longest and greatest she had even experienced.
Gren felt her muscles clamping around him and couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud shriek he came, spilling his seed inside Street, as he kept his eyes on hers and felt his energy enter her.
Street went limp beneath him, passing out from the pleasure and intensity.
Gren leaned down, kissed her forehead and left the bed. He re-dressed and walked around the room, restless. Street would be out for at least a few hours, giving him time to talk to his king and brethren, warning them away from his new mate.
Gren smiled, Street would be angry at what he had done, but she had little choice in the matter. When an Atavus male chose a mate, the female didn't have to agree with the union. The males were the dominants.
He left his quarters, locking the door firmly behind him. He was going to talk to his brethren, and he needed to be back before his mate woke.
Gren didn't know what was going through his head when he decided to keep Street. he just knew that he couldn't kill her.
As her dragged her back onto the shuttle waiting to take them back to the mothership, she pulled at his hand that was wrapped around her wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" Street demanded, as she stopped struggling, because it seemed to be getting her nowhere.
"Because I can," Gren stated imperiously as they entered the shuttle.
Street saw the Renee had been tied to one of the chairs. Probably put up one hell of a fight, Street thought, admiring her friend.
"Will you remain in you seat or will we have to tie you up as well?" Howlyn asked of her as they prepared to leave.
"I'll stay," Street said quickly, not wanting to be tied down. She glanced over and Howlyn and thought she could see the faint mark of nails down the side of his face. Marks that were healing by the moment. She smiled to herself, good on you Renee.
Gren nodded in approval and led her to the seat next to him.
Street sat down and remained quiet during the short ride to the mothership.
Renee, however, couldn't stop throwing out comments here and there, to Howlyn, who, it seemed to Street was beginning to lose it.
It only took a few minutes to get to the ship, and the next thing Street knew, Gren was pulling her off the shuttle and leading her away. "Where are you taking me?" Street hated the small tremor in her voice,
"Somewhere you can't get away. But I can assure you it's bigger than where you put me."
"That's comforting," Street remarked sarcastically.
Gren didn't comment, but kept pulling her along. The set of rooms Howlyn had given him would do fine for his purpose. The door had a voice- activated lock; even Street wouldn't be able to break. He smiled to himself. She wasn't going anywhere.
"I was the one who got you out." Street reminded him, as the walls seemed to fly by at an alarming rate. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm an Atavus, it's what we do." Gren reached his rooms, pulled her inside and commanded the doors to lock. He turned to Street, a smiled on his face. "Here we are. Home sweet home."
"This is not my home." Street jerked her arm out of his grasp.
"It is until I say otherwise." Gren informed her imperiously.
Street moved as far away from him as the room would allow, taking in her surroundings in the process. The room was large, bigger then her entire trailer, with a large old-fashioned bed dominating one corner. There were also planet everywhere, and the room was hot, almost like a greenhouse.
"Nice place you have here," Street said, turning around to face Gren.
Gren was leaning against one of the walls, arms folded over his chest. "It is a bit more comfortable than the freezing cage you had me in earlier."
Street didn't know how to respond, so she didn't.
Gren slowly straightened from the wall and began moving towards Street. "You know," he started almost conversationally. "You would make a good mate."
"Mate?" Street asked hesitantly. "What makes you think that?" Every step Gren took towards her, she took one back, until her back hit the wall and she had nowhere else to go.
Gren nodded. "You have strength and you're your own person, but you still need someone. Someone like me." He grinned and stopped moving, barely two inches separating them.
"Someone like you?" Street raised her eyebrows, trying to sound disbelieving, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't date aliens, especially one's that are trying to take over my race, and you would probably kill me sooner or later." She forced herself to break eye contact.
"I told you back at the research station that I would never hurt you." He reached up and ran the back of his hand down the side of her face. "And I meant it."
Street drew in an unsteady breath, hating herself for feeling this way. But now she knew hoe Renee felt when she had been here with Howlyn the first time.
As Gren leaning into Street, his eyes seemed to grow bigger, holding her hostage.
"No," Street whispered unconvincingly as Gren's lips touched hers.
It wasn't the first time they had kissed. But the other kisses were nothing compared to this. His entire mouth took possession of hers. His tongue demanding and taking control.
Street couldn't help herself, her hands moved up his chest, and around his neck, pulling him closer as she ran her hands through his silky hair.
Gren grinned to himself. Her reaction to him was strong, just as he knew it would be. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His body hardening as it came in full contact with hers.
Street gasped into his mouth as she felt the full extent of his desire.
This was wrong, Street thought to herself. She shouldn't be doing this, not with him. But even as she had those thoughts she was pulling him closer, trying to get as much of his as possible.
Gren growled in pleasure, pulling her away from the wall and towards the bed, where he really wanted to be.
Street didn't react as they changed locations; she was too wrapped up in Gren. His mouth on hers. His hands roaming her body. As much as she knew this was wrong, she wanted it.
As Gren laid her down on the bed, he impatiently pulled at her jacked, and Street was only too happy to take it off for him. He wasn't, however, as patient with her shirt, which he just ripped off her.
Street was a bit startled by his reaction and tried to pull back, but Gren held onto her firmly, his hands moving to the button of her pants.
His fingers undid the buttons slowly, almost prolonging the moment he had wanted to rush inly seconds ago.
By this time Street was breathing heavily. She was naked to the waist, while Gren was still fully clothed.
Gren finally pulled the tight pants free from her body, actually please to find that Street wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Street pulled away from him slightly and tugged at his exo-suit. "Off," she practically growled, her voice husky.
Gren grinned and complied, his eyes filled with heat. In the heat of passion Street was acting like an Atavus female, her reaction pleased him greatly.
It was when Gren's naked body touched hers once more that Street felt a moment of shock and realisation at what she was doing. She tried to struggled and pull away, but Gren just held her tighter and moved his hands down her body, where she was ready for him, and all her resistance melted away.
Gren moved his mouth across her face to whisper in her ear. "You can't fight what you want, Juliet. This is meant to be." As he said the word he knew they were true. He had never felt this way with his previous mate. What he had with Street was different. They were lifemates, bonded mind, body and soul. "You're mine."
Street barely heard his words; she was too caught up in the sensations Gren was creating as his body entered hers.
Gren kept the pace slow, pulling his mouth away as he looked into her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated that her irises were almost non-existent. He gradually quickened the pace and moved his mouth back to hers.
Street felt sensations building and building until she felt she was going to explode. She didn't even panic when she heard Gren's cleaves come out of when he moved them over the side of her face and down her body.
"Please," Street whispered, not knowing exactly what she was asking for.
Gren seemed to know because his eyes locked with hers once more and his gaze became feral. Holding Street's face in his hands he sped up his thrusts even more.
If it were possible Street felt herself building more and her peak was the longest and greatest she had even experienced.
Gren felt her muscles clamping around him and couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud shriek he came, spilling his seed inside Street, as he kept his eyes on hers and felt his energy enter her.
Street went limp beneath him, passing out from the pleasure and intensity.
Gren leaned down, kissed her forehead and left the bed. He re-dressed and walked around the room, restless. Street would be out for at least a few hours, giving him time to talk to his king and brethren, warning them away from his new mate.
Gren smiled, Street would be angry at what he had done, but she had little choice in the matter. When an Atavus male chose a mate, the female didn't have to agree with the union. The males were the dominants.
He left his quarters, locking the door firmly behind him. He was going to talk to his brethren, and he needed to be back before his mate woke.