Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3)

by Anjela Renee

  “What are you doing here, Ebo? I told you I didn’t want to see your worthless face ever again.”

  “You didn’t think you could just find her on your own, did you?”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “I’m not the same stupid boy you turned. I keep tabs on her, but I never interfere. I knew eventually you would crawl out from under your rock and try to take her. She is not yours, mine, or anyone else’s. I won’t let you harm her.”

  Dakarai stood as Ebo walked over and sat on the oversized couch in the hotel suite. Dakarai sank onto a chair on the opposite side of the room.

  “I love her, Ebo. I have this need to be with her, to take her as my eternal mate. I can’t explain it; I've felt this way since I first set eyes on her.”

  “She isn't a piece of property to be owned; if she loved you, she would have searched you out by now,” Ebo said with a sigh. “Sire,” he said gently. “You must think what is best for her, not what you want. I will leave you, but know this: I will not let you force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I am watching and I have people watching. You cannot do a thing in this town without me knowing about it.” Ebo stood up and gave Dakarai a slight, reverent bow before exiting the suite.

  Dakarai sat on the couch after Ebo left. There was no denying that Ebo was a full grown mature Vampire male with all the powers that came with it. He was a handsome male whom the women had always appreciated; it came in very handy when they needed to feed before Vampire bars were in existence. Dakarai would send the young Ebo out to a party and he would bring back a meal or two. Ebo had been a mistake; a mistake he could never fix.

  Ebo sat in his car outside Sally’s opulent house. He came to warn her about Dakarai, but couldn’t do it. He didn’t want her to know he had been watching her for the last eighty years. It was a far cry from the place she had in Louisiana. He watched the lights flickering from inside the house. An iron gate surrounded the house, with a guard dog keeping a close eye on him. Thankfully, it did not bark.

  He could smell the moisture in the air from the lake behind the house; he found it amusing that she lived on a lake when she never learned to swim. He knew everything there was to know about her; her likes, dislikes, her lovers, nothing got past him. He knew anyone looking at his actions would say he was a stalker, but he didn’t feel that way. Ebo started his car back up. He would protect her but he just couldn’t face her, not after the horrible mistake he made.

  New Orleans, Louisiana 1932

  (Sally’s Past)

  Sally sat down at the Black Cat, a popular speakeasy in New Orleans. They served food and alcohol in coffee cups during the day and a full-blown speakeasy at night. The room was dimly lit with plain white walls and wooden furniture. There was a stage for performances, but tonight there were none. She sat at the bar, having her drink, while she observed the humans, wondering which one would do as a meal and some entertaining sex.

  She finished her drink and got up to walk around. She found the best way to find a meal was to wait until it came to her; a willing male was never a hard thing to find. She felt a hand on her shoulder and when she turned around she found a familiar face staring back at her, a face she hadn't seen since her turning. The man standing before her looked like Ebo, her first meal. He was older, more muscular, and his face was fuller and more mature.

  “Salihah, I have found you at last!” he said in their native Egyptian tongue.

  “Speak English,” she hissed in a hushed tone. “I’m Sally now,” she said, grabbing his arm, his very muscular arm. Nice, she thought to herself.

  “What are you doing here, Ebo, and how did you find me?” she asked in a falsely disinterested voice.

  “You had my blood in you. I was able to track you.”

  “Ebo, I’m impressed you tracked me, but what do you want?

  “It’s Dakarai; he never stopped looking for you. After you ran away, he kept me for a long time, before turning me.

  “Ebo, I’m sorry. We should go somewhere more private and talk.”

  Ebo nodded and Sally led him out of the speakeasy. She took his arm and held onto him as they walked through an alley nearby. She opened a darkened door and inside the lights came on. It was an old abandoned warehouse turned into a living space. The small high windows were painted black and covered. The area used for a living room was sparsely decorated with a plain green area rug and mismatched grey couch and floral patterned chair. The far corner of the room was set up as a bedroom with a plain full size bed and small dresser.

  “Come on, Ebo; sit.”

  She sat on the old comfortable couch; Ebo reluctantly sat next to her. Sally could tell he was attracted to her. She still remembered her first feeding; how he wanted her and rubbed up against her.

  “Sally,” he said carefully. “I never forgot you after that day; you were like a goddess in my mind.”

  “Ebo, I know during a feeding a human can feel things. What you felt wasn’t real. It was fantasy.”

  “I dreamt about you and what it would be like if you wanted me.” Ebo shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Sally reached for him and he leaned into her hand like a friendly cat.

  “I can let you have your dream, but just for one night. It’s all I can offer.” Sally stood up and walked over to the bed. Ebo followed her. Her dress fell to her feet after unfastening it. Stepping out of it, she continued on to the bed with nothing on but a pair of lacy black panties. Ebo stood there, obviously aroused but not sure what to do. Sally felt herself get a little nervous. She was never nervous, but he looked at her like a dream come true. Sally let out a breath, not realizing she was holding it in. Her undead heart beat faster. Could she do it? Could she make love to Ebo, with his tan skin, his dark beautiful eyes, and his muscular body—could she only have him once? For only one night?

  No, she thought, this will be one night, but definitely more than once.

  Chapter 10

  Connor sat back in his leather seat. It was nearly 2:00 a.m. He wondered if Mr. Randall would actually show up. He continued answering several emails from the VC Council when the intercom buzzed at a little after two. He wasn’t looking forward to the meeting at all. No matter what the council thought, it was going to be difficult to get humans to accept the unknown, and unfortunately he had no way of determining if other paranormals would ever come out.

  “Mr. O’Connor, Mr. Randall is here for his appointment. Should I send him in?”

  “Yes; send him in, Maria.” Connor waited until the door opened slowly and a man came in. He was surprised at how young the man was—probably early twenties. He had a short, sensible haircut, wasn’t that tall–maybe a little under six feet—and he wore a simple black suit and smiled at Connor as he entered the room. He stuck his hand out and they shook.

  “Thank you for allowing me to come here, Mr. O'Connor,” he said.

  “Mr. Randall, please have a seat,” Connor said, indicating the seat in front of his desk. Mr. Randall sat down and pulled out an iPad from a case he was carrying.

  “Please call me Vincent; I hate being called mister. I’m going to take notes, if you don’t mind?” he asked.

  “Not at all, Vincent. So, you are here to learn about Vampires.”

  “Well, the Vampire council gave us some vague information but we wanted to do some research on our own.”

  “A very wise plan. First thing you need to know about Vampires—don’t trust them. Especially the old ones. They survived this long for a reason. Second, you need day and night people in your office; most people, like myself, keep Vampire hours, dusk until dawn. Vampires can go out in the sun but they don’t like it very much, and most business is done after dark.”

  Vincent began taking notes as Connor spoke. “Got it. What about criminals? How can we hold a Vampire that breaks the law?”

  “You don’t. Vampires police themselves quite effectively. If you encounter a lawbreaker, call me and I will send someone and take care of it.”


  “Well, I don’t think the Mayor or the police chief will go for that. Would a joint force of some kind be something we could work out?” Vincent asked.

  “The council is very set in their ways, but I will work on it. In the meantime, I will give you some weapons and handcuffs that will hold a Vampire if your men manage to catch one.” Connor snorted.

  Vincent stopped tapping at his iPad and looked up. “Mr. O’Connor, I know you may think I'm just some government official, but I want to learn and help make this revelation work for everyone.”

  “I'm not exactly sure what the Vampires thought when they decided to come out and let their existence be known, but they have been self policing since the beginning of time. They are very good at it or else humans would have learned of their existence long ago,” Connor said.

  Vincent looked up at Connor with concern on his face. “What do you suggest I do? Just let them run all over the city like wild animals feeding on humans?”

  Connor laughed and Vincent scowled at him in response. “I don’t see how this is funny at all. We are talking about the safety of people everywhere,” he sputtered out as he stood up suddenly.

  Connor sat up and became very serious. “Listen, Vincent, I don’t mean to scare you, but this is a world you know nothing about. If you’re not careful, it could get you and everyone else killed. You have been given a most important but dangerous job.”

  “What do I need to do?” Vincent asked.

  “Hire Vampires. You need some good loyal people with inside knowledge; I have a few I can recommend.”

  “I can do that. I have been given the go ahead to hire a team. Right now, it’s just me and my assistant.”

  “You need to run a twenty four hour operation; daytime people for humans and nighttime people for Vampires. Everyone reports to you and don’t cut the Vamps any slack. Believe me; they will try to take advantage. Make them take a loyalty vow before they begin work. I will show you how so it’s binding.”

  “Mr. O’Connor, thank you for all this, but that seems a little bit excessive. I can’t work that way.”

  “You must! You have a hard road ahead. I will try and help you but some things can’t be taught. I will give you my personal cell phone number. Call me if you encounter any problems.”

  “I appreciate that,” Vincent said thoughtfully.

  Connor looked at his watch and realized they had been talking for nearly two hours. “I have other work to attend to. If you would like, we can meet again in a few days, see how things are progressing.”

  “Thank you, Mr. O’Connor. I appreciate it. I’ll have my assistant call you.”

  Connor stood up and shook Vincent’s hand as he collected his iPad and left the office.

  Dakarai sat in the club watching Mary work. She looked amazing and sexy and oh so tempting. She spotted him at a table and rushed over to give him a big friendly hug.

  “I’m so happy to see you,” Mary gushed, giving him a sparkling smile.

  Dakarai nervously looked down at the floor as he pulled away. “I wanted to see you.”

  “I get off at three. Do you want to do something tonight?” she asked, hoping he would say yes.

  “I have a few things to do, but I can be back at three.”

  “Oh, yeah!” Mary said as she jumped up and down.

  Dakarai couldn't help but to notice her plump breasts bouncing as she jumped. It immediately made his cock ache and he couldn’t help but think about her in all kinds of dirty scenarios.

  Mary looked over and noticed one of her customers needed a refill. “That’s me; gotta go.” She hurried off, back to work.

  Dakarai looked down as his phone buzzed. He opened it to find a text from Maurice, who wanted to meet in twenty minutes. Groaning, he threw a twenty on the table and left the club.

  Dakarai looked around at the dingy coffee shop in a not very good part of Detroit on Eight Mile road. It sat on a busy corner where the neon sign read open 24 hours. It had a faint scent of cigarettes, remnants of not too long ago, when smoking was allowed at restaurants. He sat, ordered a cup of coffee, and waited at a booth in the corner. He slowly drank from his cup until someone came and sat across from him.

  “You must be Maurice,” he muttered after taking another drink.

  “Dakarai, a pleasure. We have much to discuss.” Maurice held out his hand, but Dakarai merely looked at it with little interest.

  “I’m listening,” Dakarai said.

  He couldn’t help but think about Mary. Maurice didn’t deserve her. The way she looked in her work uniform. Her cute, slender figure with all the right curves. Could he do it? Could he hand her over to Maurice like a piece of property? When he was with Mary he didn’t think about Salihah, or anyone else for that matter.

  “Have you gotten close to Mary yet?”

  “We have become friends. She seems lonely. It wasn’t hard.”

  “Keep it up. See if you can get her to talk about me. I want you to plant the possibility of giving me another chance. And when she looks like she might be agreeable, I will make my move and she will be mine.”

  Chapter 11

  (Sally’s Past)

  Ebo kissed Sally, his Salihah. She moaned against him as her fangs extended. Sally opened her mouth, licking her fangs. She wanted him and it had been a long time since she truly wanted a man. She hadn't been celibate by any means, but sex for her was mostly a past time, something to do after a feeding.

  They were both naked on the bed. Sally looked at Ebo now fully naked and his cock erect and ready and Ebo tilted his neck as an invitation. He wanted her to drink from him, to make him part of her just like before. Her scent flooded his senses. He couldn't help but take it all in. It was so familiar—the scent of home, of Egypt. She straddled him, licked the crook of his neck, and kissed the spot just before her fangs sank into his skin. She drank from him, his sweet blood pouring down her throat. It was different than before. Now he was a vampire, but his taste was still very familiar. She allowed his blood to fill her mouth. When she had her fill, she licked the wound, sealing it. Her teeth were tinted with his blood. Ebo couldn’t believe how turned on that made him. Ebo smiled at her with his dark, bedroom eyes. His expression started to change, and Sally could tell he was thinking about something. She hoped he wasn't changing his mind. “I can tell you are thinking, my young Ebo. Tell me what's wrong.”

  “Salihah, I want you tonight, but I need it to be my way. If you don’t want this, I'll understand.

  “What exactly are we talking about?”

  “I like my women submissive; I want to dominate you. It would bring me great pleasure. I can’t have it any other way.”

  “Like whips and chains?” she asked, unsure what it involved. She had no experience with that sort of thing. Usually, she called the shots. Letting a man be the one in charge never entered her mind.

  “I would be in charge, but I won’t do anything that scares you or that you don’t like. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”

  Sally swallowed hard. The idea of bending to the will of a man was just so foreign and unknown to her. Once she was turned and realized the power she had, she never let a man have the upper hand. “I will try. I can’t guarantee I will like it, but I will do as you say and see where it takes us,” Sally said to him with a gleam in her eyes.

  Ebo kissed her long and hard, before getting up from the bed and walking over to her closet. He found what he was looking for—several floral silk scarves—as Sally waited patiently, curious to see what Ebo was doing.

  Ebo approached with the scarves. She could smell his exotic cologne as he leaned over and tied one around her head. Sally could no longer see; all was black. She anticipated his next move as he took her hand and she felt his soft kiss before she felt him tie her up, one hand at a time.

  Sally was now exposed; completely at his will. She waited—her lack of sight putting all her senses on high alert. Sally couldn't see Ebo, but she could feel his breath on her neck as he hovered abo
ve her.

  Ebo kissed her deeply. She wanted to move into him but she was tied up, preventing much movement. Ebo kissed his way to the crook of her neck and licked the sweet delicious spot. His fangs scraped against her skin, and then quickly sank into her flesh. As he sucked on her neck, Sally moaned, rubbing her wet, swollen pussy against him.

  “Be still, Salihah. Do not move unless I give you permission.” His voice was different; he sounded surer of himself, much more commanding.

  “Please,” Sally begged. Ebo ran his hands slowly down her body. Her body jumped at every sensation.

  “You will be patient, and be rewarded for it,” Ebo said in a seductive voice. Sally was nervous about what he would do next, anticipating his expert touch.

  Sally moaned as he kissed and licked his way down her body. She wanted to move, but used all of her willpower to keep still. The intensity increased. He parted her legs and kissed her inner thigh. Using his tongue, he parted her dark curls and licked every inch of her, exploring all of her moist, soft folds. Her body, previously unknown, was like finding home again.

  “Oh, Ebo. Don’t stop,” Sally whimpered.

  He smiled. “I know,” he said in response, as he continued his pleasurable assault on her body.

  Sally wondered what happened to the young, unsure boy she fed from. He was now a dominating, intense, and forceful man. She was surprised at herself for enjoying it so much. He found her clit and gave the small bud a gentle lick. Sally moaned even louder, not sure how long she could take this before her body gave in.

  Ebo continued licking and sucking her pussy.

  Sally screamed. “Oh yes, Ebo.” Her orgasm claiming her, she continued screaming and moaned as her body continued contracting.

  Ebo was far from finished with her. He moved up her body and took her nipple in his mouth. She let out a surprised moan as he continued sucking and fondling her breasts.

  Ebo reached between her legs, parting her. His fingers moved, expertly exploring her body. He found her clit and just as she was about to explode, he stopped. Sally cried in protest, wanting and needing more.