Rotan sat in the high backed wooden chair and watched his father pace back and forth, the sound of his boots echoing against the stone castle walls.

"Damien has tested the last of my patience." Victor growled . Rotan slid his knife along his palm, feeling himself grow hard as the pain coursed through his body and he licked the blood from his hand.

"I do not understand why you worry yourself about him. He is nothing." Rotan replied, his voice gruff with lust as he watched the droplets of his own blood splatter against the stone floor.

"Stop that!" Victor exclaimed as he smacked the knife out of his youngest sons hand and it clattered against the stone wall. Rotan wiped his bloody hand on his thin cotton shirt and glared up at his father.

"Do not be angry with me simply because you are afraid of Damien." Victor walked across the room and picked Rotan's knife up off the floor. He walked back over and slammed it down, driving the knife blade deep into wooden arm of the chair.

"I am not afraid of your brother. I fear no one and nothing."

"Except the angels that banned us to the castle." Rotan replied in a bored voice as he looked down at his already healed palm.

"I do not see you going against their orders." Victor hissed as he sat down in another chair about five feet away. Rotan smiled coldly as he yanked his knife blade out of the wood.

"I have everything I could ever need here. A plentiful supply of mortal women thanks to our sub slaves and I have you for intriguing conversation. There is no reason for me to leave." Victor shook his head.

"You fear the angels just as must as I do." he said as he tapped his long fingernails on the wooden arm of his chair.

"It is not the angels I fear, father, it is their boss."

"He fears us. That is why we are forbidden to leave this castle!" Victor exclaimed angrily as he slammed his fist on the arm of his chair.

"Yes. I am sure he shakes right out of his heavenly sandals every time he hears our names." Rotan replied dryly.

"Sarcasm? You are starting to be as bad as Damien."

"Tell that to the mortal woman I have chained and bleeding in the dungeon." Rotan replied and then he closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy as he ran his knife blade down the length of his forearm. Victor shook his head at his youngest son. Rotan drew immense pleasure from causing pain, whether to someone else or to himself. It made him a very useful tool when it came to torturing someone for information but it also made it hard to have a conversation with the man.

"Damien will pay for turning his back on me." Victor promised as he stood and adjusted his long black coat around his legs. He looked at Rotan but his son was currently too busy enjoying his own pain to notice that he was leaving.

Victor strode from the room and up the stairs toward his bedroom. The problem with Damien was his mothers blood. She had been a good woman and her mortal blood gave Damien a conscience and true emotion. It gave him the ability to put others before his own pleasure.

Victor should have killed the abomination as soon as he had come out of his mothers womb but he had been so proud to finally have a son that he had not been able to. Then Damien had begun to show promise until one day he had snapped and refused to kill any more innocents. Victor had tried to kill the boy then but Damien had gained favor from the angels and they protected him. Victor and Rotan could torture him, they could bring him to within an inch of his life but when it came to killing him they could not do it. If they killed him they too would die. The angels had made that much clear the day Damien's power had turned white.

He walked into his room and smiled at the sight that awaited him. A mortal woman was chained to his bed. Her naked skin was shining brightly in the candlelight and her brown eyes were wide with fear as she screamed behind the gag in her mouth.

He stripped off his clothes revealing his warriors physique and the black script tattoos covering his body. He felt his passions rise as the woman's fear filled his senses. He pulled his lips back in a smile that was more of a snarl and stalked toward the bed, his blue eyes quickly glowing red with his lust. The woman fought to get away but Victor knew her efforts would prove useless.

"You are mine, love." he said coldly and then he hissed as he lowered himself down upon her.

888

"So did you have you any sex on the beach?" Kayleb asked with a grin as he walked into the mansions library to find Kaylee alone at a table, flipping pages in an ancient book without truly looking at them.

"You're a perv." Kaylee replied as she slammed the book closed and pushed it aside.

"I'm not a perv... Sex on the Beach happens to be an alcoholic drink. What did you think I was talking about you damn sicko?" Kaylee shook her head at her brothers antics and then laid her head down on the table.

"What's wrong, Kaylee?" Kayleb asked, his voice suddenly sounding more serious and concerned. Kaylee shook her head without looking up.

"Don't you have somebody else to bother today?"

"Nope. Aunt Jordan took Vanessa and Faith to the school to get Faith registered for kindergarten. Kent is at work. Hunter and Laney are busy with their horses. Lane, Joey, Jake and Angela took the babies and Gwen to the park. Grandpa took Grandma out to lunch and Kaitlyn, Bethany and Greg are gone to some kind of fashion thingamajig, so I'm all yours." Kaylee raised her head and glared at her brother.

"Yay for me." she said, her words practically dripping with sarcasm. Kayleb grinned his lopsided grin and leaned back in his chair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"You were alone on a beach in the moonlight and he did nothing?" Kayleb asked raising a brow. Kaylee shook her head.

"Nothing." she replied with a sigh and then she laid her head back down.

"Is he gay or something?" Kayleb asked and Kaylee's head snapped back up and her eyes sent daggers flying at him. He held his hands up defensively. "I wasn't trying to insult anybody, it's just that when a man has a hot woman alone on a beach at night he usually does something."

"Did you just call your sister hot?" Kaylee asked and Kayleb grinned.

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"No Damien is not gay. He says he can't give into his passions because if he does he might hurt me."

"Demons are known to kill their... uh... partners." Kayleb said suddenly feeling awkward talking about sex with his sister.

"You brought this up and now you're blushing." Kaylee said with a laugh. Kayleb stood up.

"Are you seeing him again?" he asked. Kaylee shrugged.

"I don't know." she replied.

"For what it's worth, I think he cares about you. I just think he isn't sure what to do with his feelings... He is a demon after all."

"Thank you for your wonderful insights."

"You'll always have your wise older brother here to help you."

"You do realize that you are only two minutes older than me right?" Kayleb laughed and then he turned his head to look out the window.

"Jake and them are back with the kids." Kaylee saw the mischievous look on her brothers face.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I've been practicing my skills. I think I'm finally ready to take uncle Jake." he replied. Kaylee shook her head.

"Give it up Kayleb. There is no way you'll ever take him." she said.

"Watch me." Kayleb replied with a grin and then he growled and quickly left the room. Kaylee laughed and followed after him. She couldn't miss out on an opportunity to watch her two minutes older brother get his cocky butt kicked.

***

"YOU'RE BLEEDING ON MY CARPET!" Rebecca screamed as Jake and Kayleb wrestled around the living room. She had just walked in from her lunch date and kept trying to jump between the two snarling wolves but Charles held her back.

Kaylee laughed when a blood covered Kayleb lunged at a bored looking Jake and Jake stepped out of the way. Kayleb couldn't stop his bodies path through the air and crashed into the coffee table, sending magazines and knick knacks flying through the air and causing the wood of the table to crack and shatter beneath his weight.

"That's ENOUGH!" Rebecca exclaimed as she picked up one of the fallen knick knacks and threw it at Kayleb's head as he lunged once again at Jake.

"End it, Jake, before your mother has a stroke." Charles said with exasperation. Jake growled and caught Kayleb's neck in his mouth and flung the smaller wolf to the ground, holding him down with his body weight.

(It's over, nephew.) Jake said with a smile in his voice. Kayleb's brown eyes rolled.

(One of these days, uncle Jake. One of these days I will take you.)

(No you won't. But thanks for the exercise, it keeps me young.) Jake replied as he moved off of Kayleb and changed back into a man. Kayleb changed as well and Angela tossed both a pair of sweatpants.

"Are you sure none of this is yours?" Kayleb asked as he panted and looked down at the blood covering him. Jake looked down at his own arm and found a single scratch about an inch long on his forearm.

"Hot damn, I scratched you!" Kayleb said happily.

"Get upstairs and get yourself cleaned up, hot shot, before your mate and Faith get home and see you looking like a man who just got his ass kicked." Lane said with a chuckle.

"I don't see you taking Jake on." Kayleb replied with irritation. Lane shook his head.

"That's because I value my pretty face too much." he replied with a smile. Joey slapped his arm and he shrugged. "Besides I get my ass kicked enough by my mate. I don't need to let my brother kick it too."

"Chicken." Kayleb grumbled as he walked away toward the stairs.

"Cluck cluck." Lane replied, doing his best flapping chicken wing impression. Kayleb stomped away up the stairs.

Kaylee raised her brow when she noticed that Jake was limping slightly as he made his way toward the stairs to get cleaned up.

"Don't tell your brother but I think he broke something." Jake said running his hand over his leg. Angela laid her hand gently on Jake's leg and Kaylee knew she was healing him.

"Come on upstairs old man and I'll get Brent down for a nap and then take care of any other wounds you might have." she said with a wink. Kaylee saw Jake's golden eyes flash and he growled under his breath before bounding quickly up the stairs, taking them four at a time.

"He's whipped." Lane said after Angela had followed Jake up the stairs. "Pretty pathetic really."

"You know Charlie is already asleep." Joey whispered. Lane laughed and lifted Joey's tiny body up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

"Then what in the world are we doing down here wasting time?" he asked and Kaylee laughed lightly as she watched him carry her out of the room.

Her grandma and grandpa left the room next with her grandma mumbling something about getting bleach for the carpet and Kaylee was left alone. A knock came on the door just as Damien's smoky scent filled her nostrils. She nearly tripped over the broken coffee table to get to the door and when she jerked it open, there he was. All six and a half feet of him in his dark jeans and white button down with his perfectly unkempt blond hair and bright blue eyes shining as they looked down at her.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Kaylee stared at him in shock.

"You want to come in?" she replied. She had begged him countless times in the past to come in and he had always refused.

"Yes. It is not easy for me to say this but.... I need you, Kaylee."