Fox Ensnared

Part 3

I left Owen asleep in my bed. He looks happy and sexy as hell. I want to crawl back in beside him, but duty calls. Nathan Block is number four on my list, and I don't want to keep him waiting.

I slip out my window with the stealth that only small children and trained killers possess. I moved across the rooftop with the grace of the predator I am. Small and dangerous!

I had to hurry. I should have left sooner, but I couldn't drag myself away from those skilled hands.

Finally, I reach the seedy underbelly of the supernatural community. A row of abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the human territory. The black market, so to speak. You can buy or sell anything here, even other shifters or humans. I pull my hood up around my face and try to blend in with the riffraff. I am shocked to smell humans here that aren't in a cage. The number one rule is never to expose the supernatural to humans. It is a death sentence. But humans walk around browsing all the black market has to offer. They all appear to be rich and powerful men.

I long to carve out the entrails and bathe in their blood, but they are not my hunt tonight. I weave through the masses, looking for him.

Uncle Jasper was meticulous in his digging for information. How he determined Nathan would be here tonight, he refused to tell me. Uncle Jasper isn't my blood uncle. He was my mom's best friend. He took me in after that dreadful night. Raised me like I was his own. Blood doesn't make a family. It's something more, something deeper.

I spend hours lurking in the dark corner, eavesdropping on the conversation, all to no avail. I am about to give up when I hear the most delightful voice. It was all sultry and deep. I perked up my little fox ears.

"Mr. Brock is waiting for you in the upstairs office." Purred his lover, a Lion shifter they called Safia. Word is, she has many lovers and is willing to sell them out for the right price. I can't see who she is talking to, but I need to beat whoever it is to that office. I slip out of my clothes and shift. My fox can scurry through the throngs of bodies easier than I can. I make it upstairs without anyone even noticing me. I do, however, almost get stepped on by a fat ass human that smells of BO and beer.

The office door is open, and I peer inside. There he sits, legs spread wide on the couch, drink in hand. The lighting is obnoxiously bright. The orange couch he sits on smells of bad decisions and tears.

Nathan Brock isn't a handsome man. Most supernaturals have a certain appeal to them. But this shifter was most certainly the runt of the pride. I drop the knife from my mouth and shift. Being naked will work to my advantage. I can smell the lust coming off him from here. Whoever was meeting him here, it was for sex. I hold the knife behind my back as I enter the room. My best sultry strut. His eyes darken when he sees me. His lustful gaze ranks down my body.

I smile, all sweet and innocent.

He licks his lips.

I swallow down the bile.

He leans forward and holds out his hand. "Safia outdone herself this time." He inhales. "What are you."

I close the space between us, only inches away from the monster who played a part in their demise. "Just a little fox." I coo.

His eyes light up with greed. "Foxes are rare; where have you been hiding." His palm skims my leg, resting his hand on my hip. I notice his hands are smooth and his fingernails well manicured. Rich scum bag.

I don't answer. Instead, I straddle him, my arms coming up around his neck. He doesn't notice the small knife clasp between my fingers. Too busy looking at my full breast inches from his mouth.