Taming the Night (Creatures of the Night Book 1) Read Online Free

Adrenaline, fright, arousal. He didn’t know what to latch on to so he found himself focusing on her beautiful face. She was more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. Her beauty was at odds with the hellion that he had just seen standing on the hood of his car looking like an Amazonian princess.
    “I’m afraid that this is n ot that kind of dream shug.” She pulled a knife and began to cut his shirt into strips. His arousal turned to trepidation as he saw the size of the knife. At that moment he realized that his police issue pistol was lying out on the ground and he had only his flashlight and baton for defense. He was a flashlight cop at the moment. He swallowed hard to which she chuckled again.
    “Not to worry mon petit. It ain’t that kinda dream either.” She slipped the huge knife back in her boot and he was surprised that it fit. The thing didn’t look like it should be able to fit next to the slender ankle.
    She leaned forward and quickly bandaged the wounds on his shoulders and forearms where the animal had torn into his flesh with its nails. He hadn’t realized how much blood he’d lost until that moment and he was suddenly light headed.
    “It’s okay if you want to sleep now,” she said.
    “Sleep? Are you crazy? What the hell were those things?” he asked. He was trying to keep his wits about him as her hands brushed him in certain places where she tied bandages. When she was finished she looked away from him out the passenger side window. She said a curse as she reached across him and buckled his seat belt. Something hit the car with the force of a jumbo jet.
    He saw dirt and then sky and then dirt and then sky as glass shattered and seemed to rain all around him. When the car finally stopped he felt blood trickle from his nose. He blinked a few times as his ears buzzed. He wanted to sink into darkness but the cop in him wouldn’t allow it. His first thought was for the woman who had reached across him to buckle him in, forsaking her own safety. His head neck and shoulders screamed against the motion but he turned to the passenger seat.
    He nearly threw up at what he saw. She was draped across the back of the bench seat as if she were l ying on her stomach slung over someone’s shoulder, only she wasn’t on her stomach. She was on her back. There was no way that she survived. Just as that thought hit him he saw her foot twitch. When she lifted her arms and pushed her broken back up off the chair he leaned far away from her against his door and stifled another unmanly scream.
    He wanted to scream like a little girl this time. Instead he said, “What the hell is going on?!” The quiver in his voice would have to suffice in conveying his unease. A growl outside the front windshield, which was now shattered into a million pieces, took his attention. Just as he turned to look, the monster crashed down on his hood. There was blasting from her side of the car and he watched the mutated beast burst into flame.
    “I crashed ... I was chasing you on your motorcycle and I ran right into a tree and I’m dying on the side of the road. I should have given more to charity. I should have helped old ladies across the street or something. This is my penance, purgatory, whatever, right? Or maybe it’s just a joke. I-is my uncle watching somewhere? Are there cameras hidden because I-” He stopped rambling when the beautiful woman with the violet eyes reached across the seat and slapped him across the face.
    He paused for a moment to collect himself. He forced his racing thoughts to settle down. He couldn’t handle trying to think of what was happening. He had enough just dealing with the moment. He looked out towards the woods and his heart nearly stopped. The red glowing eyes were everywhere. He swallowed all his fright and attempted a clear thought.
    “Okay. You’re right. I deserved that. What the hell is going on?” he asked her again in a calmer tone.
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    Al watched him. So far he’d kept a