Kaylee and Damien (6th in werewolf series)

chapter fourteen

Damien was sure he was in heaven as he listened to the steady beat of Kaylee's heart and caressed her soft hair with his cheek. The sunlight was streaming through the window and shining on the soft skin of her freckled shoulder and he couldn't help but press his lips against those freckles.

Kaylee moaned as she stirred in his arms and pressed her back closer against his chest. Then suddenly she gasped and jumped from his arms.

"I'm late!" she exclaimed. Damien looked at the beside clock.

"It is only nine o'clock." he replied as she scrambled through her closet for an outfit and he enjoyed the view of her naked backside.

"Yeah and I'm usually at work by eight!" she replied as she threw a pair of pants and a shirt over her arm and then ran to her dresser to get panties and a bra. Damien felt his passion rising as he watched her naked body moving across the room.

"Kayleb is already at work... I heard him leaving earlier. He will call you if anything comes up." Kaylee shook her head.

"No... I've missed two days already, I have to get a shower and get to work." she replied and as she was pulling on her robe Damien caught a flash of black on the pale skin covering her left hip bone.

"What is that?" he asked as he rose from the bed and walked toward her. Kaylee's mouth went dry at the sight of his naked body and she forced herself to blink and move her eyes up to his face... Of course the sight of his sleep tousled hair and his blue eyes didn't exactly put her fire out.

"What is what?" she asked and Damien grabbed her hands and stopped her from tying her robe shut. He pulled the yellow fabric aside and ran his finger over the ancient demon script tattoo that had appeared on her hip.

"That." he said. Kaylee looked down at her hip and her eyes widened.

"What the hell is that?" she demanded.

"A tattoo." Damien replied simply. Kaylee rolled her eyes as she nodded.

"Duh... But where did it come from and what does it mean?"

"It is demon script."

"You mean it says something?" Kaylee asked looking down at the black design on her hip.

"Yes. It says 'Damien.'" he replied. Kaylee looked at him with confusion.

"How did your name get on my hip?"

"I don't know." Damien said with a shrug, looking just as confused as her. "It must be my mark... Kind of like the scar you put on my shoulder." he said and Kaylee's fingers instantly moved to the light scar marring his tan skin. Kaylee shrugged as she looked back down at her hip.

"It's pretty." she said.

"It's the mark of a demon." Damien replied and she could tell he was not happy.

"What's wrong?" she asked and Damien moved away from her and began pulling on his clothes.

"I do not like seeing the mark of a demon on your skin." he replied. Kaylee felt her own temper rising.

"How can you say that?" she demanded. "This is your mark! You gave this to me to symbolize our love and our passion, just the same as I gave you a mark. What's the difference?"

"Demon marks are dark, Kaylee! Do you know when I got mine? The one on my back appeared after I killed my first innocent and took his soul and the one on my stomach appeared after my brother tortured me the first time. Demon marks represent bad things, Kaylee.... That mark on your hip shows me that us being together last night was a bad thing."