Make Me Right
Dirty Rotten Vampires 5
Coming soon to Changeling Press
She begged him to show mercy, but could she make him right?
Denton Blackstone is a monster, one the world will surely fear. Not even Jordan Scott knows his darkest secret. After she stumbles upon him injured on a hiking trail and takes him home, he turns into her most ferocious protector. Becoming her lover, Denton continues to hide behind the cover of being human though he knows something inside him is rapidly changing and it begins to take its toll.
Jordan Scott isn’t afraid of the largest black hound she’d ever seen; in fact, she takes him home. When he begins to escape nightly, she’s afraid he might attack a human. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and his deadly need will change her forever.
“911, where’s your emergency?”
“Fleetwood Street. It’s a…a… Jesus, I don’t know!” The stranger’s phone clattered to the pavement.
Controlling heat in his eyes, eyes Denton knew would be red, struggling to hold back horns painfully pushing from his skull, he grasped the man’s neck. “For every drop of blood each animal lost, I will take the same from you.” Lifting the culprit a foot in the air, he slammed him against the wall.
The man wheezed, “Don…don’t.”
“I can’t understand you.”
An emergency operator’s voice squawked from the abandoned phone lying near Denton’s feet. Long, ragged teeth slipped from his gums and he salivated.
“We located you via GPS. Help is on the way.”
Loosening his grip, Denton allowed the piece of shit to breathe. Spittle splashed his cheeks when the jackass yelled, “I won’t ever do it again! Please… I…”
The operator’s voice continued, “Is there someone with you?”
“I know you won’t.” Denton leaned closer. He wanted to slip into the furry animal he’d always been. Something stopped him, held him fast in his new human form. He preferred his dog to this cold, hairless… The other thing he knew came straight from Hell. What new horror contaminated him?
“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”
Jordan! Denton dropped the man at the sound of one voice that could beg for his mercy, stop him from releasing a creature who was no longer in his total control. Until now he’d kept what he was hidden from her. He called himself a man in this form but he knew he was something else. Especially when mental telepathy started and horny knots came and went on his head. How had she snuck up on him when, now, all he smelled was her? He pivoted. “I can’t hide anymore.” Glancing at the trembling man huddled on the ground overwhelmed him with an odd thirst. Not so much for blood this time. Denton wanted his soul.
Forget him, see only her. Brown, shoulder length hair drawn into a severe ponytail, long legs, thick thighs and wide hips. Pouty lips he loved tasting were bare of color. The dirty, foul smelling alley was cool, damp, causing her nipples to poke material of her thick cotton tee as her ample breasts rose with each intake of air. “Jordan.”
Under the street lamp, he took in rapidly blinking hazel eyes. “Forgive me.”
“What are you?”
“Something you should never see,” he whispered weakly. To no avail, he begged what grew inside him not to do this in front of her. He pulled the creep back up and snarled, “Satan has a special place for you.” He sank jagged incisors into the bastard’s neck and prepared to yank his jugular out before the stranger fainted. Denton wanted him to feel pain.
“Denton, don’t, please.” She pleaded, “Stop.”
Teeth ached as he struggled to withdraw.
Who, what sought to control his mind now? Where was the one who made him and why hadn’t he surfaced again? Which culprit had secreted information in his psyche on how to survive in his new body? How to fashion clothing and other items he required, how to wrest another man’s ideas away from him, even change their philosophies. Who had led him to the place he now called home and left him with enough money to begin what could only be a miserable existence? A new thirst demanding to be quenched rode him relentlessly.
Where the fuck are you? Denton’s words, screamed inside his head, were silent to the rest of the city but to him, they were loud, and so very painful.
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