Rebecca's POV

I looked at Kalin, studying him as he watched me with eyes that were more animal that man. They were fierce and intense, making me shiver in want and my breathing and heartbeat increase uncontrollably. Something was different between us now, I could feel him on a level I never had before, a bone, soul deep level, as I should have been from the begging. I ached for the pain and worry I had caused him, but I wanted to make up for it now.

"Don't you ever leave my sight again!" he growled, leaning down to nip at my throat again, and I leaned my head back to allow him better access. He took full advantage, dragging his mouth over my flesh as he navigated his way easily through the woods. I stared up at the trees, bare from the approaching winter, allowing sunlight to flutter through, blinding me every now and then. I wallowed in the sensations, wiggling in his arms, wishing he would move faster.

"We are almost there, Little Bride." he said, but his voice was tight rather than humorous. And sure enough, we passed onto the grounds of the house not even moments later, showing me the sun high in the sky. How long had I been in that cave?

The thought fled when the end of one of Kalin's fangs nicked my skin. I moaned aloud, twisting in his arms, my breathing edging into hyperventilation.

"I have missed tasting you from the flesh," he groaned into my throat, lapping at the wound, causing my body to catch fire. I would have demanded he put me down so I could repay in kind, but he kicked open the front doors, taking the steps two at a time in his own haste.

"Hurry," I encouraged, causing him to duck into the first bedroom we came too, but while I was expecting him to just fling me on the bed and fall on me, he surprised me by showing restraint.

"Must, slow, down." he said softly to himself, gently setting me on the bed. He took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, and then kneeled and began to slowly take off my pants, his strong hands shaking as they worked on my fly. I allowed him too, watching him intently as as to know what he would do next.

Slowly, he began peeling them down my legs, taking care not to brush my torn stitches. He took a deep breath when he looked up at me sitting on the bed in my panties, but he then forced his eyes to my wound.

"She cut into muscle," he hissed in anger, gently touching the side of my wound to gauge the deepness of it.

"She removed a tracker, apparently it was malfunctioning." I managed to say between heated breathes of arousal. I didn't care about my wound, I just wanted to wrap myself around him and forget everything else.

"Did she replace it?"

"No, that is how I escaped, apparently you were coming for me and she was going to move me before she replaced it. I guess she didn't bring the backup." I didn't want to think about it, I wanted to leave it behind. Didn't he see that?

"You called me . . . do you know?" he looked up at me, his eyes beseeching, and making me feel like my heart skipped a painful beat.

"I know I am part Grit, if that is what you mean. I also know my parents were paid to carry me to term. And I know they messed with my genetics."

"So that they could create a Grit who could find her mate as well as having more than one child and having the chance of female children." he took a deep breath, looking back down at my leg.

"Does it matter to you?" I asked softly.

His head snapped up, those eyes once again more beast than man, and I gasped with want.

"I told you, you are mine." he growled, and without warning leaned down and latched onto my wound with his mouth. I let out a small cry in both pain and pleasure, my spine melting. I landed on my back on the mattress, all of my nerve endings singing in pleasure, my breasts already becoming tight and heavy.

I was still just trying to breath when I felt his mouth move from my wound and begin across my thigh. His mouth moved to my inner thigh, his lips moving as he kissed and every once in while flicking his tongue out, teasing my sensitive flesh. Every once in awhile he would grave me with fangs, and the dampness between my thighs came in a rush.

Some part of me was embarrassed , especially when his mouth brushed my sex through my panties, his firm lips causing jolting of sensations. I couldn't protest though, I knew what pleasure he could wring with that mouth on me.

But he did not stop when I wanted him too. He instead still kept moving up, pulling my shirt up as he went, kissing the flesh he exposed. My body broke out in a cold sweat, goosebumps raising on every inch of my body. My breaths sounded more like the gasps of a dying woman, but I couldn't get enough air into my lungs, every single touch on my body ramping my arousal to a new level.

"I have waited so long to touch you like this," he breathed into my stomach, and my muscled clenched in response, my breath choking for a moment.

"As have I," I admitted, suddenly surprised by the admission. So was he, apparently, for he raised his head to stare at me with eyes that were so full of fire and beast. He said nothing though, resuming his trek with his mouth, though now he added his teeth, wringing little cries from me as he grazed the flesh.

Finally the shirt came over my head, but before I could even pull it off he was at my breast, pulling my bra aside, his movements jerky, and then he latched onto my nipples, biting and tugging with those firm lips, and I cried out from the sudden and sheer pleasure of it. Nothing else mattered in this moment, no one but Kalin.

He groaned against the soft swell, an action I felt in my sex, causing me to grow slick. I twisted against him, already frantic, not wanting to continue on with foreplay. I wanted him inside me, I needed to feel him in and against every inch of me, dominating, consuming.

"Kalin," I moaned, hands tangled in his hair, trying to hold him closer and rip him away at the same time. I felt his body tense at my cry, and I slipped my leg between his, using my leg to rub his cock which I could feel hard as steel against his jeans. He groaned deep into my flesh and I then felt the prick of his fang. Immediately my body jerked but did not reach orgasm, keeping my teetering on my brink.

"Kalin," I said again, this time a ragged plea. When he pulled away I thought he was going to answer my plea, but he merely stripped, and then for a moment he stood there, eating up my naked form as I ate up his. His body was hard and built, his skin perfectly golden. His cock was hard and thick, making my sex throb with want. Every muscle in his body was pulled taunt, his eyes hot, his hair wild from me plowing my hands through it.

Right now he was the image of sex.

I wriggled, an invitation, one he took, reaching down and hooking his fingers around the edge of my panties and tugging them down. He took in a ragged breath when he finally caught sight of my naked sex. I was wet, I knew I was, I could feel it on the inside of my thighs, the cool air hitting it but only ramping up my need.

And just like that, without warning, he fell on me, body to body, his fingers sliding home. I cried out, twisting against me, desperate to find the edge and fall over, to have my body shatter into a million pieces underneath him.

"I will savor you," he growled into my throat, and his voice was low and gruttal. I barley heard him over my own moans of pleasure, but in response I bit into his throat, hard enough that my canine nicked flesh and I tasted blood, but soft enough that I would tear flesh. He groaned, his cock jerking against my stomach. In retaliation, his fingers curled, stroking that little sweet spot, teasing, teasing, until I had screamed my throat raw. He knew how to keep me from orgasming, and he didn't stop until I was so wet his hand and the bed sheets underneath me was soaked.

I was sobbing at this point, finally ready to cry in relief when he removed his hand and positioned himself above me.

But he once against paused, making me want to claw him in frustration.

He looked up and met my eyes, pinning me in place, his gaze clear, searching.

"I need you to say it, Becca," he said softly, his body shaking from his need, but he did not move, just looked at me, asking, wanting.

"Please," I whispered, "I need you Kalin."those words held a wealth more than what I had said it, and his eyes set aglow, shining brilliantly emerald, so much love in them I felt tears slip from my eyes.

"And I need you," he breathed, and then slowly entered me. His admission had not tampered my arousal, but I had managed to get a better hold of it, understanding how important it was for his to take this slow, to savor it. But when he filled me to the hilt we both moaned at the rightness, at the connection that sparked all the brighter between us.

"You are my Bride," he breathed, and then he sunk his fangs into my exposed throat, and I immediately spiraled into an orgasm, my body tightening on his, urging him on. And he gave me more and more, drawing out my orgasm with his measured thrusts and he drank from my neck in long deep draws, each pull like a pure lance of pleasure, making me go from one orgasm to another, until they blended together and I was clinging to him, screaming his name, sobbing for mercy, and begging for me.

The moment his fangs left my neck, the pleasure fell to a manageable level, and I took control.

I pushed, managing to flip us both over, still keeping him inside me. He gripped my hips in surprise as I used the momentum to take my own first long slide along his cock.

He hissed in a breath, his hands tightening, probably going to leave bruises. I paused, trying to let him gain control, but he was having none of it.

"More!" he growled, and use his grip on my hips to slam me down on him. I moaned in pleasure, but he didn't stop, taking control of the wild ride I had meant to give him. Eventually he thrust up to meet me, his hands moving to my ass as we both moved with each other, our pace picking up, becoming faster and more desperate.

"Kalin," I gasped, on the brink of another orgasm, wanting him to join me, needing to feel him. He growled in response, leaning up again and again sinking his fangs into my throat, rolling us over. This time it wasn't to feed, this one was of domination, holding me in place as he worked both of our bodies towards release. I raked my nails down his back, egging him on, meeting his thrusts with my hips.

But as his hips thrust again he brush my swollen sensitive clit, and I began to orgasm once again, clinging to him, crying his name. He suddenly tensed at the feeling of me closing around him, and then with a loud roar of possession and triumph, he began to come, white hot jets that I could feel deep inside me, branding me forever.

I was truly a Thorian Bride, was my last thought before everything turned black.

I awoke with every muscle in my body hurting. But not a bad I had just been beat the hell out of hurting, no the good I had just worked out and my muscles were deliciously sore. That brought a smile to my face as I stretched, testing which muscles were more sore than other. The insides of my legs was the worst, and I didn't even know if I was going to be able to get out of bed.

A hot bath, I suddenly decided, I needed a really hot bath to help.

That decided I reached out into the bed, looking for my lover, but I only came up with empty sheets. And was I wearing a shirt? When had that happened?

"Mmm, Kalin?" I called softly, yawning before I gave one final stretch and then opened my eyes. I was no longer in the room we had made love, but I was instead in what looked to be the master bedroom.

And right there at the bottom of the bed, sitting in one of the armchair, was Philip.

I gave a small shriek, jerking the sheet up even though I was wearing a shirt, feeling suddenly very vulnerable and embarrassed.

"Philip?" I squeaked, studying him. He didn't look happy, in fact he looked like he was silently fuming. Ahoh, didn't bare well for me. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling so confused I felt like my head was going to explode. A weird vibe was coming off of him, something I had never noticed before, but I didn't have time to analyze it for Kalin walked into the bedroom. His left cheek was swollen, like he had been hit, and he looked more than just a little pissed. What the hell had happened since I had fallen asleep?

"There, you see for yourself now that she is fine and well." Kalin said, addressing Philip, not me, and I blinked in confusion. When had these two even had time to find each other and talk?

Philip said nothing, he sat there for a moment, then he stood, all lethal grace, all constrained fury, I could tell. He walked towards Kalin, and then in a burst of movement, he punched him on his right cheek. Kalin, who could have at least tried to dodge, did not, but let the punch his home, merely wiping away the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth.

I gave a cry and stumbled from the bed, putting myself between them, trembling on unsteady legs.

"I told you to stay away from her!" Philip suddenly yelled, and I flinched, unable to prevent Kalin from pulling me out of the way and moving me behind him.

"You said to give her a choice, and I did. I never forced her into anything."

"Because of you, she is injured. You think I don't know how brutal the mating between a queen and the king can be? She is much more fragile than you are, damnit!"

"You knew she was going to be my queen Philip, you knew but you kept her hidden," there was no accusation in Kalin's tone, only simple fact. I peeked around Kalin, staring at Philip in disbelief. Kalin could not be implying what I think he was implying.

"I knew since the moment she was conceived and her mother came to me with problems. She was overproducing blood even in the womb, of course I knew." he spat at Kalin's feet. "But when I left the clan, I meant it. But I could not stop my instincts as a Thorian, so I did what I could do, and I protected her as much as I could."

"No, you hid her when you should have handed her over to the clan for protection."

"And take away her freedom?" what?

"You know that doesn't happen!" Kalin was growling now.

"She deserved to be free! Not bound to you! Not bound to one of us! And we had no clue where you were, Kalin, what good would have handed her over to clan have done?"

"It would have kept her safe. And you didn't even think about how she would react to the Thorian and Grit genetics? She didn't understand."

Oh god.

"Philip," I gasped, stepping around Kalin. I couldn't keep the betrayal from my voice. "You knew what I was?"

"Yes," he answered stiffly, looking guilty. "I did it for your own good, just like when he came into your life and I told you to stay away from him." he paused for a moment. "Though I have to say I am surprised that you waited to long to sleep with her Kalin, you were under the madness for a long time and most male react on instict."

"I was restrained long enough for my to gain my common sense." was the cold reply.

"Why didn't you tell me!" I screamed, interrupted them both. Tears gathered in my eyes. "I didn't understand what was wrong with me! I felt so abnormal, so I gave myself to men I didn't love, all because I wanted to feel normal!" the tears began to fall down my cheeks. "And all because of that I never though I would have a normal relationship. So I pushed Kalin away, again and again."

Kalin softly drew me to him, making shushing and soothing sounds as I gained control of myself. Philip had known, all along, and yet he had let me run from Kalin, my soul mate. Had encouraged me.

"I am going to take a bath," I said firmly, turning away from them both. "And I want you gone when I come out Philip." I began to walk away.

"But I have more to tell you," he pleaded, but I turned a deaf ear.

"I don't care what else you have to say." I muttered, but he heard me.

"Not even if I told you I was your father?"

Everything in me stopped dead.