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Table of Contents for Fifty Five chapters of Renewal, created by @bashadow
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Mathias woke before Jenna and decided to order them both breakfast from room service. Not knowing what she liked to eat he chose a variety of different things along with a pot of coffee. He had been up most of the night, it was a good thing vampires didn’t require a lot of sleep.
The situation was driving him mad. What kind of future could he possibly have with her? And when did he start thinking in terms of a future with her? What the hell was he thinking? She would grow old, and while that didn’t bother him in the least he knew it would bother her. He’d seen it happen before, he wasn’t the first vamp to fall for a human girl. There had even been a few he’d known who had made the decision to bond with the objects of their affection, essentially giving themselves a death sentence.
He had noted that the women in these relationships lived a great deal longer than usual and wondered if it was something in either the bonding fluid or just the vampire semen itself that caused it. But they still aged, eventually going grey and acquiring wrinkles, and in every case it seemed they ended up resenting the males they were with for their perpetual youth.
And then there was the issue of children. Vampires could not impregnate humans. Except in Jenna’s case she was not entirely human, she had Faerian blood and he wondered if that would make a difference. Already she would live a good fifty or so years more than the average human, perhaps with his bond it would be even longer. And considering the first breeding females had been Faerian…who knew?
Shit, he was all but convincing himself, not only to make a life with her but to fucking bond with her! After what Caly had put him through, he could never take that risk again. So where did that leave him? No fucking where.
There was a knock at the door indicating the food had come and he pushed his thoughts aside for the moment.
Jenna woke in degrees. She had tossed and turned for half the night until she’d finally forced herself to make some kind of decision regarding him. And what she’d come up with required a sit-down.
She was willing to have an official affair but there had to be rules. One: No one else could know about it. Two: They could spend no more than a week at a time in one another’s company with several weeks break in between. Three: There could be no talk of love. If he told her he loved her (other than in the heat of sex) it was all done. And if she started feeling that way about him to a point where she couldn’t ignore it, she would have to walk away—though she wouldn’t mention that part, it was her own private condition. She could not risk falling in love with a male who would never age. If it came to explaining why she was ending it she would simply tell him she wanted to have a family which was something he couldn’t provide.
Not that it would get that far, it was much more likely he would lose interest long before anything became an issue. She thought his infatuation probably had more to do with the challenge she presented by not following him around like a puppy dog.
She smelled the aroma of coffee seconds before she heard him knock to announce that breakfast had arrived. She dragged herself up and headed for the bathroom.
Mathias listened to the sound of the shower running and groaned. The image of her naked body under a stream of water was intensely erotic and his cock pulsed to the point of pain as he imagined undressing and slipping in behind her. He forced himself to concentrate on his pancakes and didn’t even look up when she came into the room.
He listened to her making a plate and pouring coffee then the chair across from him scraping as she pulled it to sit. He thought it would be another silent meal so he was surprised when she announced, “We have to talk.”
“Yeah, what about?” He finished his last bite of pancake and sat back stretching his arms over his head, trying to appear nonchalant.
“You and me. We have to talk about this thing between us.” Her vivid blue violet eyes were filled with purpose and intensity.
He regarded her warily and said nothing. He’d said enough last night.
She launched into the conclusions she’d come to in the night outlining the rules of engagement and finished up with, “So what do you think, does that sound reasonable?” When he didn’t immediately respond she lost some of her confidence and began pushing the food around on her plate.
“So let me get this straight,” he said finally, “You want a semi-relationship based solely on fucking but we’re limited to one week a month and it has to be kept secret?”
She looked up sharply, “I love how you so eloquently phrase things.”
He laughed shortly. “I was summing it up. A few questions though, what about the other three weeks, do you have guys already assigned to them? Am I guy number four? ”
“What? No! That’s disgusting, just what kind of girl do you think I am?” her eyes flashed angrily.
“Then why the time limit? Do you honestly think I can go weeks without sex, or don’t you care whether or not I’m banging other chics?”
“No, I don’t care what you do, we are not a couple, we can’t be a couple! You are free to do whatever and whomever you like when I’m not around.” She crossed her arms and glared at him and he laughed again.
“Oh that’s rich, not to mention convenient considering I told you last night that I can’t get fucking hard with anyone else.”
“Actually what you said was you have to think of me to get turned on and now you say you can’t go weeks without it, so tell me, do you close your eyes and picture me while you do other women?” she gave him a disgusted look and started to get up, but he beat her to it, taking the table and heaving it against the far wall.
All of its contents smashed on the floor and Jenna felt real fear of him for the first time. His eyes were flashing and his face was contorted with anger as he stalked towards her. She had a moment to think he was terrifyingly beautiful before he lifted her from her seat.
For a second she thought he was going to hurl her at the wall as well but he blurred with her into the bedroom throwing her onto the mattress and crushing her beneath him. He grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head, then glared down at her his chest heaving.
“In this arrangement,” his voice came out a deceptively calm purr and she shivered, “will you be screwing other guys when I’m not around?”
She stared at him without answering and he used his free hand to encircle her throat. He didn’t squeeze, just let it rest there and she wondered if he’d actually choke her if she said yes. She swallowed convulsively and shook her head a little.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
She finally found her voice, “No, I would never be with more than one guy at a time.”
He searched her eyes and found only truth in them causing his anger to fade a bit. He moved his hand to the back of her head and grasped her hair before crushing his lips on hers and sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She responded instantly pressing her body against his and he groaned.
Jenna’s thoughts scattered as his hand skated under her waist band touching her moist curls and running his fingers down that which most craved his contact. Bursts of pleasure tickled the nerve endings from her butt down to her toes and she shoved at him so she could wriggle out of her clothes.
In seconds they were both naked and straining against each other, his muscled arms flexing as he braced himself above her and plunged in deep. With his first thrust they both shuddered and moaned and she grabbed the back of his head forcing it back down to her lips which he took aggressively.
They stayed in bed for hours, pausing only for a quick lunch, and by the time they received a call that the jet was on its way, Jenna was sore in places she hadn’t even realized existed.
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