Chapter 7- Another Mistake
(AN: It took a year to get inspiration…sorry. Really last might I have a dream and I thought 'what story would that fit in?' It happened to be a sex scene a kitchen and suddenly I remembered The Change. So put away your voodoo dolls away and read already.)
Renee slowly shifted her chin slightly to the side so that she would be able to see him from under her half-mast lashes. Howlyn stated very still trying to judge her reaction. Was she seriously thinking his offer over? Or had he gone too far by invading her space and she was about to threaten him in order to push him back again. He was only too aware how his breathing had speed up as he waited franticly for her answer. And while he waited he was only too aware that the front of his body was pressed into her from the delicious slope of her shoulders to the very end of her firm thighs.
"Renee?" He questioned softly tilting his head slightly to one side trying to rouse her from her silence. He was filled with pride that he was able to hide his own primal need with a tone that resonated only with confidence. She turned around to face him a moment after his question forcing his to relax his hold over her waist. Not wishing to part contact with her Howlyn trailed his fingertips around her waist until she was facing him and his hands rested on either side of her hips.
"We'd have to be very quiet for Justina's sake." Renee whispered. Howlyn's gaze was so locked on her blue eyes that he didn't notice her hand till it touched the side of his face startling him so badly he jumped. He was instantly captivated by it and could not tear himself away. His hand snapped upward catching her hand neatly in his much larger one. His face glided gently over its surface taking on her scent as his lips trailed softly along her skin. When he turned his eyes to Renee again he grin suggestively his body still and relaxed.
Renee's other hand wrapped around the other side of his face an instant before her lips slammed on to his. Howlyn inhaled her. His hands pulled her into him as his hips ground her into the counter's edge. Her tongue fished its way into his mouth and it was as if liquid fire was poured down his throat. His fingers dug into her hips as his teeth scraped along the side of her tongue she tried to pull back for air. But Howlyn would have none of that.
Making sure she was pinned in place against the kitchen counter his hands shot up under her arms to fist in her hair holding her to him as he ravaged her mouth. His hips grinding on hers causing him such extreme pleasure that Howlyn had to clench his teeth together to keep control. As Renee dragged her nails down the length of his arms Howlyn let out a gasp. Then their lips were together again in a dance of teeth, tongue, and wills as they wrapped closer and closer together.
"My-" Howlyn halted her speech with a kiss so hard that he would be amazed if he didn't bruise her. "-room." She finished bucking her hips into his as she wrenched his body towards hers. Howlyn was able to stifle his cry of ecstasy but Renee released a deep-throated moan that Howlyn had a hard time understanding what it was that she'd just said.
Luckily Renee took advantage of this lull in the action to drag him one handed toward the bedroom. Without realizing he was doing it Howlyn caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he allowed himself to be propelled along. Over and over in his head he kept repeating silently to himself. Finally! Finally you're mine again Renee Palmer!
Howlyn wanted to fall on her again the moment they entered her room but Renee held up a hand to stop him. Silently as possible she rolled Justina's cradle out the door and carefully flipped on a switch on the side of a small white device in the cradle. Howlyn tried to grab her but she darted aside still motioning for him to wait. He growled and pulled her against him as he had in the kitchen. Together they walked as one to the bed. While Howlyn teased the flesh at the bend of her neck he watched as she flipped the switch to another device that matched the one in Justina's crib. Curious.
Without any other further distractions Howlyn flung Renee onto the bed with him following close after her. He swiped away the collar of her shirt so that he could lick all the way across her slender collarbone. The sudden arching of her back threw her body against his in response. It had not taken Howlyn long to know that one of the particularly sensitive points on Renee's body was. What kind of mate would he be not to? Instantly his hand was trailing his nails over the other collarbone and just as his tongue flicked out to caress her ear he dug them in pounding his body onto hers.
"Holy shit!" Renee gasped. Howlyn briefly nuzzled the side of her face before he licked a burning path down her neck. Renee's hands suddenly seemed to remember how to work as she pulled him to her as her moth sought out his. Then she was pushing his chest up off her. Her hands fisted in the material of his button up shirt an second before she ripped it open. A pleased hiss escaped Howlyn as he licked his lips as he gazed down at her in glee.
Her mouth fastened to his chest making her way down him using only her tongue, lips, and the occasional use of teeth to keep it interesting. As if it wouldn't be with out it. Howlyn thought vaguely as he fought for control. If his hands still bore his normal talons he would have torn the sheets to shreds by now. As it was his fingers where clawed around the fabric as he kept the entire upper half of his body supported on his arms to allow Renee room to work. As he struggled to make his human body breathe Howlyn frantically gazed around the room for anything that could possibly distract him.
Be careful what you wish for.
Howlyn suddenly went completely cold. His breath caught in his throat as he beheld an object he hadn't seen in 3 million years. Howlyn swiftly threw himself away from Renee his hands balled into fists even before he slammed them into his eyes. He knew some how that he was sitting on the edge of Renee's spaces bed and there was a very confused and willing Renee behind him but for the life of him he could find not a scrap of passion for her. Not with his first mate's hairpin sitting on the nightstand next to the bed in plain view.
"Jared? Jared what's wrong?" Renee asked concerned. Howlyn felt the bed shift as she sat up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. His whole body shuddered with the contact. "Really, what's wrong?"
"I was married." He whispered. He felt Renee stiffen behind him. And just like that the mood in the air was gone and Howlyn felt more alone than he had in years.
"Oh. Do you remember her name? We could try to find-" Howlyn cut her off.
"No she…she died."
"Oh god I'm so sorry." Renee said instantly full of real sympathy.
"It was my fault." He said quietly.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"She was dying slowly of illness. There were only two methods of treatment. She wouldn't take the most practical because someone would have to die to keep her alive and she wouldn't do that. I thought she would come to her senses, that she would choose to live…for me." Howlyn laughed hollowly at that. "I was wrong. She stuck to her beliefs right to the end."
The silence in the room was thick.
"I didn't know if the other treatment would have worked. Was it so horrible that I just wanted her to live?" He whispered finally turning to look at Renee over his shoulder. For a long moment he couldn't read what emotion she was showing him. Then just a suddenly as these memories had hit him he discovered the meaning behind her eyes. She was looking at him with understanding; something he had never seen from her before in his Atavus form. She couldn't say anything at that moment that would have made him want her more.
"I…I should be going now." He said standing. He smiled faintly to show that he was alright and Renee seemed to accept that from him. She walked him to the door and was kind enough to open it for him.
"We can do this another night." Renee said gently pulling Justina's cradle back into her room. Howlyn nodded.
"Yes, most certainly we will." And with that they both entered their rooms and closed their doors.
Howlyn was very angry at the turn of events last night. For one thing long after he had shut his door he was unable to sleep. Which he thought was insane considering how much time humans devoted to such activities in the first place. After three hours of laying in wait for sleep he had given up on that hope of its arrival. Instead he hung his over the end of his bed while lying on his back to think. It was the closest he could get to hanging from the ceiling with out resorting to some sort of harness which in his opinion would be ridiculous.
He had quickly decided that it was not the memory of his first mate that was keeping his wake. He had dealt with her passing in bits and pieces since she first refused to feed on the beings of the planet. The hope that she would waver and the anger that she had not saw him through her final moments but the instant she passed he had forced himself to look to the future. That future had been their only son how was following the path of his mother.
There had been no doubt in his mind that if Yulyn didn't follow his orders he would have died in the same agony as his mate had. He would have done anything to spare his son that type of utter pain; even kill him. The only excuse for killing one of the Brethren was if they were weak; the weak did not survive. It not only spared the weak one further trouble in life but it also ensured the strength and unity of the surviving society. Taking the ships back to their home system was out of the question. Not when there wasn't any proof that returning to the planet would have saved them. No, doing that would take them further away from the only reliable food source and temporary cure that was at their disposal.
No what was really troubling him was the pin itself. He could not possibly fathom how Renee had gotten it. He was almost sure his mate was wearing it when she died. He would have noticed wouldn't he? She wore it almost every day of her life when she had been alive. He wondered if Renee had found the burial chamber of his passed mate. But he couldn't understand why she'd take the pin if that were the case. But no he was sure it had been on her and the only people near her when she passed had been himself and the guards.
Howlyn's eyes flashed open and locked on the closed door to his room as it hit him. Yulyn had been there as well. Taking the item would be with in his character to do and since the meteors fell only moment after her passing the pin would have been on his person when he went into the hibernation chambers. Renee was the first person to meet his son when he awoke giving him the chance to pass the pin onto her.
But why would he give his mother's pin to Renee? That didn't make sense. Unless the scene with Renee pressing the gun to Yulyn's head had been a ruse to make it appear he didn't want to go with her. Howlyn moaned pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Even my own son has sided with her against me! And no doubt by doing so has signed way his life. With out feeding as I hoped he was doing he will have already died by now!
But that did not make sense either. If he and Renee were so close for her to create a cover story for him and for he to give her the last piece of his mother he had why would Renee let him just die? Unless he wasn't dead. Howlyn dropped his hands away from his eyes. She wouldn't let him die; it's that simple. She's keeping him alive somewhere, hidden from me. Howlyn rolled back onto his bed as he continued to stare at the door.
His son was out there and he was going to find him.
