Wildfire Gospel (Habitat) by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online

are you? Four green dumpsters lounged far in the back. I raced that way. A boom hit my back. I crashed to the ground. Heavy weight slammed down on my side.
    “What you running for, mon?” a woman said. She had to be some type of Were-dog. Gruffness laced her voice. All Were-dogs had those rough voices like they were barking while they talked.
    “I was just running.” I writhed out of her grip and scrambled to a crawling position. Thick fingers wrapped around my ankle. She twisted me around like a rag doll. Her face appeared—big jaws, blue eyes, and acne painted skin. Short blonde dreadlocks poked outward from her head. With ease, she kept me in place and moved me to her will. I was a feather and she was a giant. She dragged me her way. Fangs poked out her top lip.
    Her nose wiggled as she inhaled and hovered over me. “Me don’t know what you are? Me never seen nothing like you.”
    “Let me go.” I kicked and did my best to climb out of her hold. “I’m nothing new.”
    She ripped my shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere. Fabric ripped. I punched her in the face. Although her bones cracked, it was the weakest punch of my life. Her head fell back. Clicking sounded. She brought her face to me. Her jaw must’ve healed in seconds. Her grip never slacked.
    Probably a motherpounding pit-bull. Those bastards can never let go.
    “Look.” I shoved and pushed, kneed and lash out with my elbows. “Wait. I can explain.”
    “You explain to everybody else, but first me need to taste you.” She planted my hands on the ground above my head. Her pink tongue lengthened past her chin and flattened into a sloppy canine one, dripping with saliva. God, I hate dogs. She lapped at my cheek. The cold wetness burned in my face. I screamed. She did too. Something was happening to her mouth. Her tongue caught on fire. She jumped back and slapped at the flames near her mouth. I looked around for La La. Whenever fire appeared so quickly, La La was sure to follow. I scanned the area. No one existed in the alley, but us.
    Fuck. That fire came from me.
    I got up off the ground. She slapped and slapped at her mouth. My stomach grumbled.
    I should run. I should get out of here, but for some reason I don’t want to.
    My feet kept me there. My mouth drooled as I drank in the view of her skin.
    “You made of fire. You burn.” She tensed as I came in closer to her, barely a half a foot away. I was too close. It wasn’t smart to be so near, but I couldn’t help myself. Her flesh captured my whole focus. Her scent swarmed my way, fast and rushing out of her. It danced around me in sparkling lines, smelling ripe and fresh like the fragrance of an apple orchid at the dawn of spring. She smelled ready to be picked and devoured.
    “What are you?” Her skin rippled.
    I grabbed a hold of her arm. She shook and looked down at it.
    The Were-dog’s voice came out shaky. “What you doing to me?”
    “Don’t move. I just want to smell you some more.”
    “What?” Tears spilled from her eyes. “You crazy.”
    “Hmmm.”
    Her bottom lip quivered. “Please let me go. What are you?”
    “I’m nothing. I won’t hurt you. Okay?” My view shifted to an orange glow. Everything flowed to my eyes in a clear orange view. Her pores changed from tiny little holes to ones the size of pennies. Her flesh glimmered blushing pink.
    “You have good skin.” My voice came out in a low snarl. “Stay there. I won’t hurt you.”
    “What you mean my skin good?” She grimaced. Her body shook in fear.
    “I don’t know.” I reached out to touch her other arm and wrapped my hands around her. That soft flesh surrounded my fingers. Her eyes fluttered and then closed. Her lips quivered some more as she passed out and collapsed into the wall. Sensations waved through me. My groin heated. My dick hardened. I tightened my grip. That pink flesh around my hold darkened into tan and then shifted to black, melting and simmering into dingy liquid right before my eyes. It