Blood Bond . Amy Blankenship

at the wetness on her cheeks. She used the anger to stop crying… she hated to cry. “I thought I deserved that much at least.”

      Envy pursed her lips together… Kriss would never do something like that without a good reason. Hell, she could tell that Kriss loved her but he loved Dean too. Her hands fisted on the bar when she realized why Kriss was staying away… Dean.

      “I’m sure he’ll come back,” Kat said. “You are a good friend and you do deserve to hear the truth.” She looked over at Envy, “Right?”

      “Absolutely,” Envy said pushing her anger down into the pit of her stomach. “You know what we should do? Find Mr. Feathers, tie him down on top of an ant mound after covering him with honey and leave him there. That will teach him to call next time.”

      Tabatha raised her eyebrows at the redhead, “Alrighty then.”

      “Oh, oh,” Kat said excitedly. “Better yet, we strip him down and truss him up like a Thanksgiving turkey then drop him off at the biker bar on the other end of town. Some of those guys are truly frightening.”

      Envy shook her head, “Nah, he’d like that too much.”

      “I got it!” Kat exclaimed seeing Tabatha's lip begin to twitch at their antics. “We knock him out, keep him prisoner in Tabatha’s bedroom and feed him only bread and water until he gives in and agrees to be Tabatha’s sex slave for all eternity.”

      Envy cocked her head to the side then smiled. “Now that idea I like.”

      “I got a question for you that’s a little off the subject.” Tabatha said getting their attention. “What do you two know about Kane?”

      Kat shrugged, “He’s a sexy as hell vampire with a great sense of humor.”

      The three women started laughing but stopped when Devon slid up behind Envy and wrapped an arm around her waist.

      “I’ll show you sexy as hell… dance with me,” Devon whispered loud enough for the other women to hear.

      Envy smirked at her friends before letting Devon lead her out from behind the bar and down to the dance floor. They could hear the crowd cheering when the cage door slammed and Tabatha smiled.

      Getting up from her seat, Tabatha walked over to the railing and looked down on Envy and Devon dancing in the cage. She could see their mouths moving and could only imagine what they were talking about.

      Envy was leaning back with her arms over her head holding on to the bars of the cage. Devon had her legs wrapped around his hips grinding into her. One hand was on her bottom, holding her up while the other hand was resting on her rib cage just below one of her breasts… threatening to touch but not actually doing so.

      Devon smirked and pulled Envy away from the bars, catching her before she could fall backward and set her on her feet. He quickly spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, his hands trailing up her ribcage to cup the bottom of her breast, teasing her.

      “Let’s give them a real show,” Devon whispered.

      “No public sex,” Envy exclaimed breathlessly.

      “Oh no,” Devon said. “That’s for me only and in private. This however,” Envy suddenly found herself in a lowered position with her legs spread by Devon’s thighs as he ground against her from behind. “This is for the crowd.”

      Devon rotated his hips in small circles and Envy braced her feet on the floor so she could move with him. She groaned softly and swore she could actually feel him deep inside of her, making love to her without removing a stitch of clothing.

      “I love the way you move for me,” Devon growled. “So sexy… and hot.”

      Envy pushed back against him, straightening, and then wound her arms back around Devon’s neck. She gasped when his hands lifted the front of her shirt to expose the soft skin of her belly to the crowd. Devon’s right hand slowly moved down until the very tips of his fingers disappeared into the waistband of her tight black shorts while the other pulled her shirt up the rest of the way, revealing the black lace bra she was wearing.

      “You cheated,” Envy pouted up at him.

      Devon moaned as he continued to create friction between his erection, the thin material of his pants, and Envy’s shorts.

      Devon smirked, “Maybe so, but that won’t stop you from coming for me here in front of everyone.”

      They rose back up to their feet and Envy turned to face him, sliding her thigh between his and he mimicked the action. Before she could protest, the fishnet shirt was off and they were grinding against each other sensuously. To anyone else it looked like they were dancing, but to everyone that knew them… they knew exactly what Envy and Devon were doing.

      “Now,” Devon ordered and Envy had no choice but to obey.

      Tabatha watched breathlessly as Envy tossed her head back and started bucking hard against Devon’s thigh. She felt heat spread through her body and wished for a moment it was her in that cage with someone that wanted her the way Devon wanted Envy.

      “I wish I could find someone like that,” Tabatha sighed longingly then turned to go back to the bar.

      Reclaiming her seat she looked at Kat, “So you think Kane has a sense of humor… really nice guy huh?” She shook her head, “I seem to recall the fact that he’s the one that started the vampire mess and tried to set you guys up for all those murders. Mine and Envy’s names were almost added to that list of victims, remember?” She downed the rest of her drink, satisfied that she had chased the melancholy away. Now if she could just stop getting turned on every few minutes.

      “He helped save you and Envy.” Kat tilted her head as she studied Tabatha. She was good at picking up vibes from people and it suddenly dawned on her that Kriss wasn’t the only man on Tabby’s mind.