Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3)

by Anjela Renee

  “Sally, we can’t. You’re drunk,”

  Sally folded her arms in protest. “Please, Baby, I want you so bad.”

  “Come on; let me take you home.”

  “No; I don’t want to go home. I want to have fun. I never have fun.”

  “Let me take you home; we can have fun there,” Connor replied.

  “Promise?” Sally asked as she rubbed her body against his, dancing in a provocative manner.

  “Promise.”

  Connor gave Sally a kiss on her head as he led her out of the bar. He drove Sally home in her car. Leaving a fancy sports car overnight in the middle of Detroit wasn’t a good idea. He drove her back to her house. She lived in an affluent neighborhood on a small inland lake. The house was huge and very private. As they pulled up to the driveway, Connor hit the garage door opener and one of several garage doors opened. Connor drove the car inside. He helped Sally out of the car and into the house, and they started walking upstairs toward Sally’s room.

  “Which way?” Connor asked.

  “That one,” Sally replied, pointing to a plain wooden door with Egyptian hieroglyphics carved onto it.

  He entered the door and found a very opulent room. The walls were a light burgundy with dark red and copper colors accenting the room. The bed was beyond king size; it had four posts with lavish sheer curtains tied on each corner. Sally looked at Connor with desire in her eyes. She wanted him and he would be hers for tonight. She took down the straps of her dress and dropped it to the flood. He stared at her in all her nakedness, nothing left on but a pair of lacy panties.

  “I want you, Connor; please make love to me. No, I take that back. I want you to fuck me.” Sally took him into her arms, kissing him fervently. He responded immediately. She could feel his erection pressed into her and moaned in response to his touch as they continued kissing.

  “Sally, you know I want you but this isn’t right.”

  “Connor, do not deny what you want. Take me; I am yours tonight,” she replied, hopeful he would take her and fuck like only a werewolf could.

  “Oh, Sally I want you,” he said, pushing her on the bed. He was ready for her; he had waited so long to feel her under him, coming and moaning. He let out a growl as his wolf asserted itself, ready to claim her.

  Sally moaned as her body came alive, her fangs descending. She smiled as she felt his erection against her pussy; she felt his forcefulness, and it was so hot and turned her on. Connor kissed her, stroking her fangs with his tongue. She felt his cock pressed into her moist center. She tore at his shirt. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

  “If we do this, we do it my way. Do you understand, Sally?”

  Sally nodded her head in agreement.

  “I like to be the dominate in the relationship. You will be obedient and will be rewarded with my loyalty and immense pleasure. If this is too much, I can stop now.”

  “No. I want you and I want to please you; I am yours.” Sally thought Connor may be rough around the edges, but now that she knew he liked to dominate—well, that was just icing on the cake. She loved a man to be in charge.

  Connor took off his shirt, revealing his hard muscular body. His cock strained against his pants as he quickly undressed himself. He stood in front of her, as she lay on the bed completely naked. His large erection jutted out from his body. It had been so long since she’d had sex; Sally nearly stopped breathing. His cock was so big and beautiful she couldn't believe it.

  “Oh, Connor, you are so beautiful,” she said as he approached her.

  “Sally, are you ready for me?”

  “More than ready,” she answered.

  He stood and grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself. “Come here,” he said to her. She went over to him. “Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he demanded in a husky voice.

  She did as he asked, getting on her knees. She took hold of his cock and started sucking him slowly.

  “Take your hands away; I want to fuck your mouth.”

  She moved her hands and surrendered as he pumped his cock into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet and felt oh so good as he moved quickly and deeply. She moaned at the pleasure she was giving him. Her pussy throbbed and was swollen with anticipation, getting wetter by the moment.

  Connor howled as his orgasm grew closer. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” Connor growled. “Swallow it down, Baby. Take it all.”

  Sally felt the salty hot liquid hit her tongue; she swallowed deep as his come poured into her mouth. When he finished, he softly moaned while pulling out of her mouth.

  He pulled her up to him, kissing her on the mouth and tasting him on her lips. As he laid her onto the bed, he held her arms over her head.

  “Keep your hands there and don’t move them.”

  “Anything you say,” she replied huskily.

  He kissed her, stroking her sharp fangs. He tilted his head in invitation for her to bite. “Take your reward, Sally girl.”

  “Call me Salihah,” she murmured, right before she sank her fangs into him. She moaned with pleasure as the first drops of his crimson sweetness hit her tongue. She had never tasted a werewolf and this was by far the best thing she had ever tasted. His blood flowed down her throat as she drank him down greedily before finally sealing the wound with her tongue, taking care not to waste one delicious drop.

  Connor kissed her neck. Making his way to her breast, he took the small bud into his mouth. He sucked her nipple, taking his time to give each breast equal attention. He kissed and licked his way lower down her body, finally reaching her thighs. He took off her panties and kissed her lovingly between her legs as she moaned and wiggled, wanting more.

  “Behave, Salihah,” he scolded, looking up at her momentarily.

  It was nearly impossible not to wiggle and keep her hands where he wanted them. Suddenly, she felt a finger enter her pussy. Her body clenched around it as she moaned. His tongue was suddenly on her, exploring her folds, tasting her labia and clit.

  “Oh Connor, I'm going to come; it feels too good.”

  “Let it go, Baby; come for me.”

  Sally let go. The pleasure overtook her and she moaned as the orgasm flowed through her. What started as a moan turned into a full-blown scream. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. His tongue continued pleasuring her until the last ripple was over. Sally began lowering her hands from over her head.

  “Oh, no you don't. I am far from over with you, my little Vampire vixen. Get on all fours and I will show you how a male Werewolf claims what is his.”

  She swallowed hard as she felt the desire building once again. The way he called her “his” almost made her come on the spot. She got on all fours and angled her ass in the air. The anticipation of waiting for him to touch her was almost too much. She wiggled her bottom toward him, hoping he would put her out of her misery soon. Connor finally touched her ass, rubbing it lightly. She groaned in response to his touch. She wondered if he knew the way his touch set her on fire.

  “This is a very nice ass, Salihah. Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  Sally moaned. “Yes, Connor. I'm ready.”

  Chapter 5

  Sally watched as Connor rubbed her ass. He smiled and she wondered what he thought about.

  “I’m going to spank your ass, Salihah, and you will enjoy it.”

  Sally could hardly contain herself. She wanted to have him and at just the thought of Connor spanking her, she was more than ready. She was so worked up at that point she was afraid she would come before he got a chance to fuck her again. Suddenly, a hand came down on her ass. It stung and radiated though the flesh of her ass. She moaned slightly at the pain mixed with pleasure. She wanted more! Much more. She wanted him to hurt her; a little pain increased her pleasure by ten. He spanked her again on the other cheek. This time she held in the moan, hoping he would spank her harder. He rotated from cheek to cheek, a little harder each time; her ass stung. The pain mixed with pleasure—she loved i
t. Connor continued spanking her ass cheek. He loved the little squeal she made each time his hand made contact. He gently rubbed her ass once he was finished, and gave each cheek a gentle kiss. His lips were so warm and gentle as he kissed his way up her back. She could feel his hard cock against her behind. Sally rubbed her ass against him, hoping he would just fuck her already. Sally needed him and wanted it hard and fast. She bit her tongue before she agreed she would be his. She wanted to demand he give her pleasure. She would do as he asked no matter how hard it was. She felt a finger suddenly rimming the small tight entrance of her anus, and she moaned. No one had ever done that before and she liked it, she liked it a lot. She moaned as he continued massaging her with his fingers. She felt his fingers slightly probing her.

  Connor groaned. ''I want to fuck your ass, but it will have to wait for another time when I can prepare you. I will fuck you and fuck you hard.”

  He kissed the back of her neck and entered fast and hard. She was so tight and slick, he howled at the pleasure of it. He bit down on her neck, not thinking about what he was doing, tasting her blood and claiming her as his. He pumped into her faster and faster.

  Sally could feel her pleasure building, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Her fangs were sharp and ached to taste him again. “Oh, my Goddess, I'm going to come; it feels so fucking good,” she murmured.

  Connor responded by fucking her harder and cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. “Come for me, Baby; let it go.”

  “Oh, yes Connor, yes,” she screamed as her orgasm claimed her body. Her pussy clenched around his cock and he quickly followed her, spilling his warmth into her.

  Sally woke up the next evening as the automatic shutters opened. Her head was pounding and things from the night before were a little foggy. She looked down, saw she was completely naked, and looked over to find Connor in her bed, also naked. Oh Fuck! She thought as she remembered what happened the night before. She ran out of bed and grabbed her robe and covered herself as she searched for clothes to wear.

  “Salihah, are you up, Sweetie?”

  Sally froze at the sound of her given name; she looked over at Connor with a look of confusion on her face. “What did you call me?” she asked.

  “Salihah; that’s what you told me to call you last night. That’s your name, your real name, right?”

  “Please don’t call me that; I’m Sally,” she yelled out as she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

  Connor sat up on the bed a little stunned. What did I do? He shrugged and decided to give her time and talk to her when she got out of the bathroom.

  Dakarai arrived at Bloodlust like the text from Maurice instructed him. He sat down and observed the waitresses, wondering if one was Mary, the Vampire he was supposed to befriend. He spotted one waitress across the room and didn’t know for certain, but she was a vision of beauty. Her golden brown curly hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. Her body had curves in all the right places. He secretly hoped he was sitting at her table and that it wasn’t Maurice’s Mary. He would very much like her in his bed that night, and a few more nights for that matter. She wasn’t Salihah, but she would be a nice distraction. He looked up as a blonde waitress appeared at his table.

  “What can I get you to drink?” she asked, getting out a pad to write on.

  “I will give you one-hundred dollars to give this table to that waitress over there.”

  “That’s Mary; she won’t date you if that's what you’re thinking,” the blonde replied.

  “I didn't remember asking your opinion,” Dakarai snapped back at her, becoming impatient. The waitress scowled at him, snatched up the hundred-dollar bill, and hurried off.

  Dakarai smiled as he saw Mary approach his table. She smiled, and he realized she was even more beautiful up close.

  “What can I get you to drink?” Mary asked.

  “I am Dakarai. I am new to the area. What do you recommend?”

  “It depends on your pleasure. Are you looking just for blood or some extra effects? We can also provide live donors.”

  “Are you offering, sweet Mary?”

  Mary couldn’t help but giggle at his flirtation; he was gorgeous and exotic with the most interesting accent. “How did you know my name?”

  “The other waitress told me, and you have a name tag,” he pointed out.

  Mary laughed and looked down at her nametag. “You know better than that. Vampire blood won’t give you what you need.”

  “I know, but it would still be quite enjoyable. You interest me.” He gave her a flirtatious wink.

  Mary looked at him and thought to herself that he had the most interesting grey eyes that seemed to see right down to her soul. She was used to men hitting on her, but this was the first time she ever thought about it.

  “Thank you, Dakarai, but I don’t go on dates.”

  “I was thinking we could start out as friends. Do you have a policy against friends?”

  “Well, no,” she stammered. “Could you order something? I don’t want to get in trouble.” Mary couldn’t help but notice the way he sucked on his lower lip. She wondered what he was thinking about.

  “Give me an O neg, any kind, with lemonade. I have a sweet tooth tonight.”

  “Coming right up.”

  She hurried off to fill his order and Dakarai couldn’t help but watch her walk away. He cursed under his breath, wondering why this delicate creature had to be the one Maurice wanted.

  Mary was filling the drink order when her old friend, Sire, and boss, Enri, walked up. He smiled his happy smile, the one he seemed to always wear since he found the love of his life, Mallory.

  “How is everything going?”

  “Great. I even made a new friend tonight.”

  “Really? Who?” Enri asked.

  “Over there; his name is Dakarai. He wants to be friends.” Mary pointed over to Dakarai sitting at the table watching her intently.

  “I don’t like it. Men, especially Vampires, don’t do the ‘just friends’ thing. He wants something, I know it.”

  “Enri, I love you like a brother, but you need to back off. I know what I’m doing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take my new friend a drink.”

  Mary put the drink down in front of Dakarai. He took a sip and thanked her. “Very nice. Do you have time to visit with me?”

  “Well, all my tables are caught up. I could sit for a few minutes.” She sat down and put her tray off to the side of the table.

  “Has your name always been Mary?” Dakarai asked as he continued drinking.

  “Yes; I have always been with Enri, my sire. He protected me so I never had to change it.”

  “And are you still with Enri?”

  “No; I moved out a few months ago. He owns this club so I still work for him but I have my own place now. Your turn; tell me something about you.”

  “I'm not exactly sure how old I am; there were no calendars back in that time. I have lived everywhere and have met many historical figures through my travels, but all that is a bore. I only wish to settle for a while.”

  “And you picked Detroit? Did you run out of places to visit?” she joked.

  “Not at all. I like it here; the lakes are beautiful, and I hear the west side of Michigan has wonderful beaches.”

  “Yes, but the whole sun thing can be a bummer.”

  “Didn’t Enri teach you anything? Wait until the sun is about to set for the day, and you’ll have just enough light. It’s not that strong so it has minimal effect.”

  “Sounds wonderful.”

  “I would be honored if you would let me take you.”

  “Oh crap, my tables.” Mary grabbed her tray and rushed back to work. Dakarai sat alone for a little while when his phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Have you done as I asked?”

  “Yes, I’m in. She’s very friendly. It was easy.”

  “Good; just remember she’s mine so keep your hands off.”

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�She said she doesn’t date. She was only interested in a friend.”

  “Good, good. I will be in Detroit by tomorrow. I will call you when I get into town.”

  Dakarai hung up the phone and left a generous tip. As he walked toward the door, he passed Mary on his way out.

  “Leaving?” she asked.

  “Yes, I have business to take care of; I’ll come back tomorrow. Are you working?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be here. See you tomorrow.”

  Chapter 6

  Connor stood on the other side of the door as Sally refused to come out. She’d bolted from the bedroom into the bathroom and had been inside ever since.

  “Please, Salihah—I mean, Sally. Just come out and talk to me. I need to go to work soon. I don’t want to leave like this.”

  “Go away, Connor. Just go,” she yelled through the door.

  “I need to go to work, but I’ll come by later.” Connor finished dressing and walked out the door. Just his luck! Javon was standing there with an unhappy look on his face. He was bare-chested in a pair of pajama pants.

  “Wolf, what are you doing here?”

  “I brought Sally home last night; she called me for a ride. Anything else that may have happened is between us.”

  “Listen to me, Wolf, and listen good: Sally is like a mother to me. If you do anything to hurt her, I will make you regret it in many painful ways.” Javon smiled, not bothering to hide his very lethal looking fangs.

  “Vampire, it would not be smart to underestimate me. And you should know I care for Sally very much. I would never hurt her.” Connor pushed his way past Javon and left the house.

  Sally listened until she was sure Connor left before she ventured out of the bathroom. She quietly stepped out to find Javon not looking too happy. She did her best to paste on a smile and act natural.

  “Javon, so nice to see you this evening.”

  “Sally, I know,” Javon said