The song they dance too in this chapter is Eat You Up by BOA, I can't stop dancing to this song! And in honor of the new year and all that a whole chapter in Kalin's POV! Love you guys!

Kalin's POV

Dancing? She had to be joking right? But when she waiting until midnight then took me to the school dance studio it was clear that she wasn't joking. The sound proof walls would keep anyone from hearing the loud music, and she promised me no one would come along and see us in the middle of dancing.

Truth be told, I knew nothing of dancing. I only knew how to do formal dancing, and even that was a little fuzzy with my mental state. And it didn't help that the longer I was in the presence of my fated one, the more our hunger for each other seemed to just grow. A mere hour before she had gasped just from out hands brushing accidentally, as if she felt the sexual hunger flow from me to her. She was mine, there was no question in the way her body responded to mine. So no, I didn't know a thing about the dance she knew, but if I got a chance to touch her I would do whatever she asked me to do.

Not to mention my Rebecca was drunk and I was worried if I was not close she would fall over and hurt herself.

She turned on the music, the beat pounding and flowing through every cell in my body, and in hers. I felt the automatic response in her body to her, felt the muscles respond, and mine responded to hers even though we had not bonded yet. Without preamble she broke out into hip hop dancing, and took my very breath away. Drunk or not my fated one was magnificent. Every inch, curve, and well defined muscle in her body was so defined and used to such perfection it was breathtaking. Her body moved and swayed, and I felt my sexual hunger rising, making it slightly harder to breath. It was so unfamiliar to me, I had never had a sexual appetite, just like I had never craved someones blood like I did hers. Would it be sweet or spicy? My fangs sharpened in anticipation.

But then I caught sight of her face, and all that no longer mattered.

She had the biggest smile on her face and she moved this way and that, the energy obviously something natural and wonderful to her. To find such joy in something so simple, it was beautiful to behold.

What had fate given me? I wanted to go to my knees and ask if I was even worthy of such a female that needed nothing complicated to make her happy.

"Kalin!" she cried out, laughing as she reached for my hands. I allowed her to pull me to where she had been dancing, feeling the heat radiating off her skin and taking her lush body through the blue wife beater she was wearing that clung to her lush breasts and curvy waist, and gray sweats that were not only thin but clung so tight I could see every muscle she tightened to use.

Not to mention that generous ass! Oh god! Sweat clung to every inch of her skin and she was even panting slightly. But I tried to stay on track, watching intently as she did one move then another, then repeating them with me to make sure I got them. At first it was hard to keep my eyes off her gaping breast and rosy lips that begged for a kiss as they parted around her panting breaths and her laughter, but I actually began to get involved. It was actually kind of fun, to move my body this way and that, actually able to use the flow of the music the way my body wanted me too.

I got so caught up I even began laughing when she would show me a move then make a face, as if she couldn't believe she had done that. Her face lit up when she heard me laugh, as muffled it as it was, and it make my heart begin to beat fast. But just when I thought the moment would become serious, the song changed, and she started off again with the simple joy of a child.

But her energy far outmatched my own. I had not fed in . . . oh god I did not even know, since the last time I had been sane, which was many years ago. I had been the captive of the people who had me now since the day I had lost my sanity.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was important, that this had something to do with Rebecca, but I could not bring myself to focus on it. As the curse of my kind I could only be sane when in her presence until we fully bonded, both body and soul, preferably at the same time, and I could not bring myself to waste this precious time I had now that I could think clearly. Every move she made, every sound that came out of her, every time her heart would speed up and then slow time, and that smile that lit up those wonderful eyes, all of it was etched into my brain.

I wanted to tell her that, get down on my knees and take her hands and explain everything. Tell her she was my salvation, I needed her to live, and in return I could give her the best life she could ever wish for.

But what of love? I wanted to desperately to love this woman, and looking at this pure joy and kindness she seemed to emanate from her core, I think I was close. But of course it would not work that way for her.

I touch my muzzle, actually thinking of taking it off, letting her see my face, watch her reaction as she finally saw me. Would she stare in wonder? Or would she sense the predatory nature in me and cower away? I stared at her with longing. Could I make her love me? Could I take off this muzzle and not screw it up? Not give into the basic instinct to take her neck in my mouth like a cat to pin her in place so I could dominate her?

Then I had a thought so shocking I sat back and blinked.

Was she innocent?

A feral anger rose in me at the thought of another male touching her, taking her in that way, even though I knew she would have received no sexual pleasure from the act. From the moment she was born she was destined to be mine, it was all a matter on if I found her or not. Her sexual appetite and please would have been completely locked away, only able to be experienced if it were me, no other male. I would have to be satisfied with that, she was human, they were not like our kind with only one destined partner, it would have been natural for her to attempt it, even though it was pointless.

But she could not have known this. Did she think that something was wrong with her? It only increased the urge to remove the muzzle and show her what I could give her that no other male could. But if I opened up the relationship with sexual ecstasy, could she ever come to love me?

Well goddam, why was this complicated?

She made the decision for me, though, by smiling brightly at me and grabbing for me. A jolt went through me, so much better than anything I had ever felt before. To my surprise though, she did not let go, instead smiling drunkenly up at me before speaking.

"Lets do some partner dances, Kalin! You pick it up so well and I have never danced with anyone before." I could be her first at something? My mind greedily sucked in the idea and I nodded, letting her move to the music first. I waited, watched, picked up the rhythm, and then began to move with her.

She laughed loudly, obviously joyous that I was able to keep up and she was having fun. It made me smile, and gave me just that much more courage. I reached out for her, surprising her by spinning her, obviously not a hip hop move, and one she wasn't expecting. But her bare feet were quick, and she picked up my rhythm just as I had hers.

We continued on like this for a song longer, but then, without either of us realizing it, the air began to get more tense, more . . . sexual.

She had moved up against me, her body moving with mine like a snake, her bare skin rubbing on mine as I had a firm grip on her hips. It was almost inevitable, for us to magnetize towards each other when we were this close. I should have stayed away, but the simple pleasure of her body on mine was enough to make me close my eyes. I wanted more, I wanted so much more, I wanted all of her now, with no resistance, no problems, and no pesky thoughts about the future.

At the same time we both stopped, the music dying down to a few last lingering notes, leaving both of our bodies humming from the left over energy and the sound of our panting breaths to be heard in the empty and echoing room.

She twisted so that we were face to face, her eyes conveying what she seemed to be unable to say aloud, or maybe that was just my wishful thinking.

But when she reached up to touch my muzzle, I knew I was not imagining things. This was a kissing moment, and she wanted me to kiss her. Oh god, did I want to kiss her. For a moment I smelled her arousal, and it fueled my own, drowned out my doubts, my worries.

But when her hands slid back to undo the buckles, and click of reality slid into place. Don't ask me where it came from, or how it even manged to make it through. I reached up and grabbed her hands, stopping her, and shaking my head.

"Kalin," she whimpered rubbing her forehead against my chest, a very catlike motion. I turned my head away, taking in a deep breath of air to clear my head, and was glad I had. I would have regretted everything I had done, especially since the alcohol was fueling her arousal and her body knew I could give her what it wanted, even if her mind didn't. Did this mean her mind liked me enough to come to me to ease her need? Or did it mean that she was so drunk she was at the lead of her body only?

It killed me, to know she was aching and needing and being unable to give her relief. I slid a hand up her body to cup under her chin, bringing her face up just enough to touch her forehead to mine. She accepted it, eager for the contact as much as I was. But the moment our eyes met her widened with realization and she pulled back slightly, her body swaying. I was worried, not only was she exhausted, she was sexually aroused and drunk, all were strains on her body. But what she said instantly snapped my attention.

"Your eyes," she said softly, then gave a small laugh. "She had your eyes, how could I not have realized that."

My eyes? Could it be? No, it couldn't.

It didn't matter, I never got a chance to ask Rebecca. She immediately collapsed, and I caught her hot body in my arms. She murmured something or other in her sleep, and I shook my head at the antics of this woman. She did not know her own limits.

What she had said plagued me, but unless I gained the courage to take the muzzle off I would never get a chance to ask her.

Or would I?

Okay just a note, it was EFFING hard write a scene of arousal from a males point of view but a pleasant experience hahaha. I had to keep asking my fiance if that sounded right. Let me know! THANK YOU!