Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3)

by Anjela Renee

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  SALLY’S WOLF

  By Anjela Renee

  Motor City Vampires #3

  Other Books

  By Anjela Renee

  Motor City Vampires

  Abby’s Vampire #1

  Enri’s Love #2

  Sally’s Wolf #3

  Paranormal Subdivision

  Werecat Avenue #1

  Fae Street #2

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  PROLOGUE

  Egypt, 52 BCE, September

  “Salihah, it’s time to wake up and feed.”

  Dakarai was an ancient Vampire—older than time itself. He had tan skin, a unique feature for a vampire, as he had been a laborer before his turn. His skin had always been a very dark tan and now was the perfect shade of gold. He was tall, towering at 6’3 with black hair and grey eyes. He had seen Salihah and thought she would make an excellent vampire and mate. He had turned her only a couple days ago, and so far she only wanted to die and refused to eat. If she didn’t eat soon, she would perish or worse, go on a killing rampage. It would be fun to watch but they didn’t need unwanted attention.

  “You ruined me. You separated my soul from my body. I will never walk the afterlife. I am a walking corpse, nothing but an empty shell!”

  Dakarai knew of the silly afterlife tales she believed in. Hopefully, she would get over it and be a good Vampire soon enough.

  “Salihah, don’t be so dramatic. You have been given eternity to walk the night with me. Together, we will walk the night, hunt and rule the world. You must forget all that religious nonsense; you will never die. It doesn’t matter; we are destined to be mated.”

  Dakarai had brought a young man for her to feed from, thinking maybe if he left them, blood hunger would take over and she would finally feed. They were hiding out in a pyramid that the locals never visited anymore. It was perfect for a Vampire, safe to hide out and escape the Egyptian heat. The only downside was that it was dark and uncomfortable. “I brought you a present. This is Ebo; he has agreed to feed you. He is young and I’m sure he will be delicious. I will be back tomorrow.”

  “I will never drink the blood of another; you are a creature of the night, worshiper of Apep.”

  Dakarai left the tomb hoping Salihah would feel differently tomorrow. He knew she would make an excellent mate, given some time. Time was something he had plenty of.

  Salihah started praying to her god of the underworld. She hoped he would take pity and welcome her into the arms of death.

  “Dear gods, Osiris, help me to pass into the underworld; help me to leave this undead existence.” She was on her knees as she prayed. She closed her eyes as tight as she could. Everything felt like a horrible dream.

  Salihah noticed the boy was in the corner staring at her. He looked frightened; she could smell his blood pumping through his veins, calling out to her.

  “Please, Osiris, help me. I can’t hold on much longer.” She lay on the dirt floor and closed her eyes, hoping she would find death in her sleep.

  “Salihah, get up!” She heard a loud voice in her head and she quickly got up off the ground.

  “Who’s there?” Salihah yelled, putting up her most fierce face and readying for whatever was out there. Out of nowhere, an image of a man appeared. At first, he was like a ghost then became a solid form. He was unlike any man she had ever seen, the perfection was mesmerizing. Osiris was like a dream. White soft fabric covered his lower body, and his features were strong and chiseled.

  “I am Osiris. You summoned me in your prayers.” “Please take me; take me to be united with my Ba, my soul. Take me to the afterlife. Please help me, Osiris.”

  “You, my child, are still alive. Your Ba is still quite intact. You are just on another journey, and there is nothing to fear. You will one day eventually die. It will just take much longer. Do not fear. Drink from the young man, and take his life force inside you. Live a happy and long Vampire life; live a life of the night.” Osiris disappeared in the same fashion he appeared. Salihah took off her wig. Her head was practically shaved bald, but she didn’t care. She walked over to Ebo. As much as she didn’t want to, her god said it was okay so she would force herself to drink from him.

  “Ebo, I’m ready to eat.” She stood, waiting for him to come over to her. He was a handsome young man, shorter than her. He had dark skin and wore a traditional wig and a white kilt. He walked over to her, looking very nervous.

  “It will be okay. I won’t take too much, just a little.”

  She sat down and had him sit by her to make it easier. He removed his wig and moved his neck to the side, giving her access. Salihah could smell the sweetness of his blood; she could hear his heart beat in her ears. She could sense the way the blood flowed through his body, making her fangs descend in anticipation. She struck quickly, taking all he had to offer. He started to moan as his cock hardened and he started rubbing against her. She drank and wanted to drink all of him, but she stopped herself and finished and sealed the wound with her saliva. She quickly moved away, putting as much distance between them as she could.

  “You can leave now, Ebo. Thank you for letting me drink.”

  “I want to stay with you,” Ebo said as he looked at her in awe. Ebo looked young, just entering puberty. She could tell he would grow up and become a handsome man.

  “Please leave,” Salihah demanded.

  Ebo looked disappointed but obeyed, and hurriedly ran out of the tomb. She felt better after drinking the blood and decided she needed to leave before Dakarai returned. That crap he was spouting about her being his mate didn’t sit too well.

  Who did he think he was; the Pharaoh?

  Walking along the darkened tomb, she could see almost as well as she did during the day. She approached the entrance with extra caution. She didn’t know what time of day it was and didn’t know if her kind could be out during the day. She had no idea of her abilities and what she could and couldn’t do. There was no way she would stick around to have Dakarai teach her. She would have to learn on her own. She saw it was dark out so she used her Vampire speed and ran out. This would be the beginning of her long, undead life. She didn’t know what this new life would entail, but one thing was for certain, she wouldn’t be spending it with that crazy man.

  Chapter 1

  Sally sat in the salon chair after getting her hair relaxed for the first time. She never had a desire to have it straightened before and now here she was, defying her hairs natural curliness. She had brown, Egyptian skin, black hair, and almond shaped dark brown eyes. She always chose to wear her hair in its natural state of spiral curls, but decided on a whim to see what it would look like straightened. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her hair yet. She knew a lot of women with
her skin color liked a straight hairstyle. “So, Miss Sally, how do you feel about your new hairdo?” asked Lanie, her hairdresser.

  “Honestly, I’m not sure. I don’t really look like myself.” She touched her hair and started shaking it from side to side.

  “It will take some getting used to. I think you look cute as a button.”

  Sally studied herself in the mirror. With her hair cut straight across just above her shoulders, she thought she looked more like she did when she wore a wig before her turn. She remembered how much she hated those wigs; so itchy and uncomfortable.

  “I think I will get used to it and love it,” she smiled.

  “I’m so glad you think so. I was worried you would hate it. Would you consider a change in hair color?”

  “Thanks, Lanie, you’re a doll, but I think one change at a time is all I can handle.”

  Sally got up to leave and noticed that Abby was just walking into the Salon. Abby was now six months pregnant and had a baby bump showing, getting bigger by the day. The pregnancy definitely agreed with her—she had that glow women in her condition were rumored to have. She looked so happy and Sally envied her for that. She was wearing a floral sundress, since the weather in Michigan had finally decided it was, indeed, summer. Abby ran up to Sally.

  “Sally, I didn’t know you were coming here today. You changed your hair—it’s so cute.”

  “Thanks. Where is Javon this evening?”

  “Parking the car. I don’t know why he insists on tagging along.”

  “I do; he’s a paranoid daddy to be.”

  “So does your new hairdo have anything to do with your date with a certain sexy werewolf?”

  “It’s not a date. Connor is just a friend; we’re just getting to know each other and that’s it.”

  Sally could feel warmth in her face. If she could blush, her face would be beet red. She liked Connor. He was definitely hot. She just wasn’t sure it was going anywhere besides friendship.

  “Well, you look elegant with your new hair. Enjoy your non-date.” Sally gave Abby a kiss and hug goodbye as she left the salon.

  It was a warm evening and she was glad she chose to wear a sexy tank top and flowing knee length skirt. She wished her breasts were bigger, but it allowed her to go braless on occasions like that.

  Connor was waiting impatiently at the restaurant Sally chose. He wanted to pick her up, but she insisted it wasn’t a date so they should just meet somewhere. He always took care to dress nicely on their non-dinner dates. He knew she appreciated the effort he put in—sometimes he would catch her looking at him in a way that let him know there was still hope. Sally chose a Japanese restaurant; he’d never eaten Japanese before. He was hoping they had steak. He saw her enter the restaurant and was shocked to see she had a completely different hairstyle. He wondered if she changed it for him. If she did, it was a waste of time. He thought she was beautiful no matter what she wore or what hairstyle she chose.

  “Sally, you look stunning. You’ve changed your hair. Did you get fancied up just for me?” Connor joked.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, wolf boy. I’m still not sure if I like it. It’s so different from what I’m used to.”

  “You look beautiful tonight,” Connor said with a smile.

  He noticed the heat in her eyes when he gave her a compliment. He knew she affected him but wasn't sure why she resisted so much. Connor breathed in deeply, taking in Sally's scent. She smelled of jasmine and flowers. He hoped she didn’t notice; he could take in her scent all day long.

  “Shall we order, or would you rather smell me some more?” Sally laughed as she looked over the menu. Connor turned red from embarrassment.

  “Sorry, you just smell so good. I looked at the menu before you came, but I have never eaten this sushi stuff before; I usually stick with steak. I don’t know what’s good.”

  “Leave it to me. I’ll order for us.”

  The waitress approached the table and they both ordered drinks. Sally ordered a variety of food for them both to try.

  “My favorites are the veggie ones, but I ordered some others for you to try, too.”

  Connor looked over at Sally nervously “So, Sally, I really enjoy the time we spend together.”

  “I do, too. It’s so nice to finally have a good friend to spend time with.”

  “I was thinking maybe it’s time to take our friendship to the next level; you know, more than friends.”

  “I don't know what you mean. I like things the way they are,” Sally said as she took a sip of her diet pop.

  “Sally, don’t pretend you’re not attracted to me; I see it in your eyes,” Connor said.

  “Well, Werewolves and Vampires just don’t mate,” Sally stated plainly. Sally sat across from Connor. She could smell his cologne right away, and she always wondered what it was. It was so intoxicating she wanted to stick her nose right in his chest and inhale.

  She hoped Connor didn't notice how nervous she was getting. Yes, she was attracted to him and enjoyed his company and felt things she couldn’t remember ever feeling, but could that overcome the biggest issue—being a Vampire and Werewolf couple.

  “I don’t care what anyone thinks or what has been done in the past. I want you! I’m falling for you. I think if you gave us a chance you would see that I'm right.”

  Sally looked up as the food was placed on the table. What a relief—the food had arrived.

  “Let’s eat. We can talk about this later.”

  Connor was disappointed; he thought for sure she felt the same way he did. He looked at the food in front of him, not sure what to think. It didn’t look quite edible to him. It smelled fishy and looked strange. He knew of sushi, but he was a meat eater so avoided that kind of girly food.

  Sally attempted to show him how to use his chopsticks, but in the end he used the ones made for the little kids. Despite his initial hesitation, he was surprised how much he enjoyed the sushi; he was a big eater so they ended up ordering a lot more. By the end of the evening, he was stuffed and had the bill to prove it.

  “I have an appointment with Sarah,” Dakarai said to the receptionist at the Massage Parlor.

  The reception area was small with a distinct Asian theme. A water fountain and Buddha sat in the corner and relaxing music flowed through the speakers into the entire building.

  He had been coming to the same place every Friday for a month for his feeding. Dakarai had been living in San Francisco for a short time; he knew soon he would need to move on. Sarah reminded him of his Salihah; he was reluctant to move on. He liked the stability of feeding from her every week, and she was pleasant enough. Perhaps he could employ her full time as an assistant and blood donor. He would need time to think about that possibility.

  “She is still with another client; it will be about ten more minutes.”

  Dakarai sat down in one of the flimsy waiting room chairs. He watched as men came out from the back room through the curtain, all sweaty and with smiles on their faces. He tried not to think about the men she serviced before him; he needed to feed.

  “Dakarai, Sarah is ready for you now; room five.”

  He got up and walked through the curtain that led to all the rooms. He walked down the hall, and as he passed the other rooms he could hear men moaning as they received their pleasure from the other women. He walked into room five; Sarah was just finished getting the table cleaned and ready.

  “Are you ready for me?” asked Dakarai as he entered the massage room.

  “Yes. What would you like today?”

  Sarah was of Asian and African heritage. She was only about 5’3 with short black hair. She wore a bikini just like all the women who worked there.

  “The usual.” He took off his clothes and lay on his back on the table. He paid her very well to give him services no one else got. Sarah took off her top and started giving him a massage with lavender infused oil as her breasts swayed back and forth. When she started rubbing his chest, he moaned and didn’t even bothe
r hiding his fangs. He reached out and touched her breast as she continued to work her way around his body. His erection was hard and ready for her.

  “I’m ready,” he moaned.

  She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started sucking hard and fast; it didn’t take long before he spilled his seed into her mouth, moaning as he released everything he had. She released his cock from her mouth, and quickly spit it out into the sink nearby and rinsed her mouth with mouthwash. When she finished, she sat next to the table, moving her hair to the side and giving him access to her neck for feeding. He sat up and sank his fangs into her. She relaxed and moaned slightly. Dakarai always took care to make sure his donors had a pleasurable experience.

  The blood flowed into his mouth. It tasted bland and he could tell she wasn’t eating enough. He retracted his fangs and sealed the puncture holes with his saliva. He paid her the agreed upon amount, got dressed, and left.

  He walked along the streets of Chinatown, feeling a little better after having had some sexual release and a feeding. He had been looking for Salihah since the night she fled after her first feeding. He knew she had gone to America in the 1930s but had been unable to locate her. He was walking past one of the clubs that featured music that thumped loudly and poured out into the street. There were men and women dressed in strange outfits waiting to get into the club. He considered checking it out, but kept walking.

  His phone started ringing. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was a number from out of the country.

  “Hello?” Dakarai answered.

  “I know what you are looking for,” said a strange voice on the other end.

  “Is that right? And what exactly am I looking for, mister whatever your name is?” Dakarai walked into a coffee shop and sat down as he continued his conversation.

  “You can call me Maurice; I know you have been searching for a woman named Salihah.”

  “You have my attention, Maurice. What do you want?”

  “The same thing you want; your woman back.”

  “I help you locate Salihah and you help me get my Mary back. I will be in touch.”