Shane stepped closer, her blood at a complete boil as she saw the look
in Tina’s eyes, the look that only she’d been privy to before, and it
cut her like the lash of a whip. This wasn’t Bette’s Tina, it was HER
Tina. Bette couldn’t have her back, Shane wasn’t going to allow that,
even if she was just a lowly submissive.

“Tina” Bette said, her voice dropping and Tina put her hand right
below Bette’s neck, at her lick-able breast bone. She leaned in, her
flat hand hot on Bette’s cool skin. Her tongue darted out, touching the
skin gently.

“I taste fear on you, Bette I like that Fear from you Of me.” Tina
laughed and Bette took a quick step forward, knocking Tina back as she
laughed in a voice that grated like cut glass. Shane was at her side in
a heartbeat. She didn’t realize it at first, but she’d moved much
faster than the blink of the human eye.

She stood between Bette and Tina, her eyes a blaze of dark amber and
lust as she looked up and met Bette’s frightened gaze. Her eyes
narrowed, focusing on Bette with such intensity that her whole body was
on fire. The scent of blood racing through Bette’s panicky veins
aroused her. The urge to bite down, tear flesh, drink blood was almost
irresistible.

“Never touch my Mistress again! You’ve pained her enough for two
lifetimes” Shane growled in a feral way, her head hanging to one side,
her lip curled back and her teeth seemed to gleam in the low torch
light. Shane licked her teeth, her cotton candy lips wet and her smile
lustful.

Bette stepped back, knocking into the bench and Shane lurched forward,
Tina’s eyes wide as she saw the very Jo-like movement. Shane was a
breath away from Bette, Ivan’s eyes wide and Candace wanted to do
something, but didn’t know what could be done. Shane seemed very much
at Tina’s beck and call, but Tina wasn’t calling her back; instead she
watched on in what could be called awe.

“Mistress Shane” Bette stammered to her friend, her breath coming in
hot spurts as Shane closed her eyes, then as she opened them Bette let
out a yelp of fear. They blazed a white hot amber, glowing and there
was no doubt in Bette’s heart that given the chance, or the order, that
Shane would kill her.