Amy Blankenship - Blood Bond

Tabatha shook her head smiling, “You are incorrigible.”

“Yes I am,” Nick agreed. “So does that mean I get to take you home with me tonight?”

“Not a chance!” Tabatha shot back with a smirk then added, “Besides, with you living right above the dance floor, it would be way too easy.”

Nick placed a hand over his heart and made a show of staggering back a couple of steps. “Tabby cat… you wound me. My intentions were completely innocent.”

“I bet,” Tabatha laughed then winked at him. “But I may ask for a dance later.”

Nick leaned closer to her as he held the door open for her. “And I may take you up on that.”

Tabatha walked inside and took a deep breath, loving the familiar atmosphere. It had been a couple of days since her encounter with Kane and she still hadn’t heard a word from Kriss. Her worry was gone now, replaced by a slight depression that she knew only Kriss could get rid of.

The thumping of the music vibrated through her body and she walked to the railing so she could look out over the dance floor. It was late at night, closing in on midnight, and the club was in full swing. Bodies were grinding to the techno beats pumping out of the speakers and the bar section was almost full. Tabatha looked around trying to decide what to do first. She was sick of being alone and figured this was exactly what she needed to snap her out of her moody funk.

Walking up to the bar, Tabatha slammed her small purse on the surface. “What’s a lady gotta do to get a drink around here?” she demanded.

“Bite me!” Envy exclaimed and put a drink down in front of her. “Will that be all ma’am?”

“No,” Tabby said. “I still need to bite you.”

“Be careful,” Envy said. “I bite back.”

Tabatha picked up the drink and took half of it in one swallow, remembering the drinks she’d had at Silk Stalkings a few nights before and the way Kane had kissed her sober. What annoyed her most was that every time she thought about it, she would feel a hot aching sensation spiral downwards toward her lower belly and thighs. Again she flinched as she felt it.

Envy took note of Tabatha’s demeanor and could tell something was wrong with her friend. They’d been through too much together for Envy not to notice it. She went through the motions of making Tabatha another drink when she saw her friend place an empty glass back down on the bar.

As she slid the second drink in front of Tabatha, she noticed Tabby not really paying attention and, instead, looking distractedly out at all the other people enjoying themselves.

Kat was working just a little ways down from Envy’s station and watched Tabatha out of the corner of her eye. She could tell Tabatha looked antsy and wondered what had happened in the last few days to make that happen. Picking up a bottle of Heat, she caught Envy’s attention and pointed at the bottle before nodding her head toward Tabatha.

Envy looked over at her friend before giving Kat an approving nod. Kat fixed another drink and added a small shot of the potent alcohol to the mix before handing it over to Envy.

“Thanks,” Envy said and took the glass to Tabatha. “Here you go Tabby, on the house.”

Tabatha looked down at the drink and smiled. “Thank you!”

“So,” Envy started leaning against the bar. “What’s got you down in the dumps?”

“Nothing that important I guess,” Tabatha answered.

“Yeah right,” Kat exclaimed walking up. “If your face was any longer your chin would still be at home watching television.”

“I’m just upset with Kriss right now,” Tabatha said after a couple of seconds. If she couldn’t tell her best friend then she might as well go home and stay there. “He’s never been gone this long before without calling or letting me know something. He quit his job at Silk Stalkings a few days ago and no one has seen him since.” She didn’t divulge the fact that it felt like she had been dumped… her chest hadn’t quit hurting for days.

Kat got a napkin from behind the bar and handed it over to Tabatha when the tears started to fall. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear this was the reaction a lover would have when their heart had been broken. Envy had told her Kriss was gay, but Kat wondered if something had happened between Kriss and Tabatha that Envy wasn’t aware of.

“Why did he leave without saying goodbye?” Tabatha demanded softly, dabbing 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.