Let me introduce you to Shad, the three tailed fox…

Warning, the following unedited excerpt is intended for adult audiences. Welcome to Devonshire Mansion, where nothing is as it seems…and the players are prisoners in one man’s game. Alaya and Shad share a bond so deep, so strong, they’ll let nothing stand in their way of freedom…

© Dawn Montgomery. Hope you like him…

“Fox hunts are as old as time itself, did you know that?” His voice asked from the other side of the room. The shadows pulled from his body and there he stood, regal, gorgeous. Any other time and she’d be embarrassed. Right then she wanted to tear the slacks off his hips and fuck him senseless. It was a bit…freeing. The nagging voice in her head was strangely silent.

“Which of us is the fox, I wonder?”

He laughed. “It’s not my pulse racing nor my feet frozen in place.”

Alaya let that go. “Do you always play chase?”

“Only when the prey wants to be caught.”

“Prey?” She couldn’t quit hide th hitch in her voice or the way her panties dampened with lust.

He inhaled slowly, taking in the breath as though tasting it. For an odd moment, Alaya wondered if he could smell her. She lowered her lashes, not wanting him to see the fire he’d already started in her body.

His soft footfalls whispered against the carpet. Something warm and soft brushed against her cheek and she shied away. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” And she did, as ridiculous as it sounded. She always $knew$ when someone was lying or wished her harm.

He touched her cheek with what felt like a fingertip. “I only want to do things that we both find enjoyable.” He punctuated the last word with a press of his finger against her lips. Her tongue flicked out to touch the skin before she could think.

She opened her eyes and caught an expression of carnal heat so fierce it took her breath away. Damn it’s getting hot in here.

His thumb brushed her lower lip and flicked her tongue again. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her close. The first caress of his lips against hers whispered along the edges of her reason. His tongue followed, lightly drawing her own into a soft play. She ran her fingernails up his arms to his shoulders, suddenly wishing for a lot less clothing.

He pressed light kisses against her lips, drawing a frustrated moan from her lips. “Would you like to retire for dessert?” His voice held a double meaning, easily interpreted by her lust-filled brain.

“Yes.” Was that her voice sounding so breathless?

He held out an arm and she blinked, very slowly. “My name is Shad, and I shall be your escort for the duration of your stay here.”