Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3)

by Anjela Renee

  Dakarai cleared his throat. “Salihah, I have finally found you.”

  “Yes, you have.”

  “Sally, why did he call you Salihah?” Mary asked.

  “Salihah was my name at birth. I change it every fifty years or so,” Sally answered.

  “Salihah, I have looked for you ever since that night. I was so scared that you wouldn't make it without instruction. When I heard you were still alive, I was so relieved.”

  “You changed me against my will, and then tried to take me against my will. I wanted no part of it!” she said in an angry voice, trying hard not to attract too much attention. “I met a Vampire that was kind enough to instruct me the first year; after that I was on my own.”

  “I have been looking for you for a long time. My search for you became a sick obsession. I realized recently I don’t want you for my mate. I want to mend our relationship as sire and child only.”

  Mary, who had been listening intently, finally spoke up. “You don’t want to hurt her or take her away?”

  “I would never hurt Salihah. I'm sorry I changed you and tried to force you to be my mate. I was, well, let’s be honest, I was a little nuts. I do want to be part of your life as your sire. I have much to teach you.”

  Sally could feel herself becoming emotional. She didn't realize until that moment how much she wanted a relationship that many of the other Vampires had with their sire. Just like the one she had with Javon, her child.

  “I think I would like that,” Sally replied. A blood stained tear formed in her eyes and she realized for the first time how much she wanted a sire she could learn from.

  “Mary, I came here tonight to find you.” Dakarai took Mary's hand in his, and she let him hold it. She didn't know why, but she felt drawn to him despite the history he had with Sally. “I have deep feelings for you, Mary. Would you consider dating me?”

  Mary looked over to Sally, who nodded with approval. Mary looked back to Dakarai and smiled. “Yes, Dakarai, I think I would like that.”

  Sally decided that was a good time to leave, and slipped out of the booth. She was ready to hit that dance floor when she spotted Vera and ordered another drink. She just started dancing when she saw Connor walk into the bar. She ran to him and threw herself at him and kissed him deeply and forcefully.

  “I missed you, too,” Connor replied.

  “Are you off the rest of the night?” Sally asked.

  Connor nodded. “I have a new assistant; he's finally trained and working the rest of the night. Let’s dance.”

  Connor led Sally to the middle of the dance floor as the song changed to a slow song. He pulled her close. Sally could feel his hard body against hers. She felt her body igniting with longing. She could only think of their night of passion and remembered what his blood tasted like as it slid down her throat and how she felt each time he brought her to orgasm.

  “Want to get out of here?” Connor asked as he brought her even closer.

  Sally could feel his erection.

  She nodded and they both left.

  Chapter 22

  Dakarai stood on Mary's doorstep to her apartment. After they left the bar, he took her out for ice cream. He wanted to go slowly, and didn't want to scare her by declaring his love like he had with Salihah.

  Mary smiled and hugged him. “Thank you for a wonderful time. I was wondering if you would like to go to the Henry Ford Museum next week. There’s a new Titanic exhibit I want to see.

  “That sounds wonderful. I will drop by this week and we can make plans.”

  “Dakarai, are you going to kiss me?” Dakarai didn't respond; instead brushed his lips with hers. She leaned into him and he brought her closer before she broke the kiss. “Good night, Dakarai,” Mary said as she shut the door behind her.

  Dakarai got into his rental car and was about to turn the ignition when his phone rang.

  “Hello Maurice.”

  “The plan is set—I need you to get Mary to a location that I will text you.”

  “It's over, Maurice. I found Salihah. I don't need you anymore. Mary isn't interested. I strongly suggest you back off. If you go near Mary or Salihah again, I will kill you.”

  “You can't do this; we had a deal!”

  “A deal that was fulfilled. You had your second chance with Mary, but she wasn't interested. Stop embarrassing yourself. Move on and forget her.”

  “I will get you for this betrayal!” Maurice shouted over the phone.

  Dakarai had enough of Maurice's tirade and hung up. He knew Maurice would try something. He sat in his car, deciding to watch Mary's apartment in case Maurice tried something. He knew he needed help so he made a phone call to the one person he knew he could trust.

  Twenty minutes later, Ebo pulled up behind him. He walked over to Dakarai's car and slid into the passenger seat.

  “I was surprised to hear from you, Dakarai.”

  “A lot has happened, Ebo.”

  “I found Salihah, or Sally as she calls herself now.”

  “I want to be her sire and friend, nothing more.”

  “Sire, I don't know what to say—I am relieved and happy for you.”

  “I was wrong and apologized to Salihah. That, however, is not why I called you.”

  “I met someone. Her name is Mary, and she lives in that building just up the street. I am ashamed to say I had the help of a horrible man who loves Mary and he may try to take her.”

  “Sire, I'm sorry. I will do whatever I can to help.”

  “Help me to watch the building for anything suspicious,” Dakarai said.

  “How is Salihah?” Ebo asked.

  “Ebo, don't let fear keep you away. I'm sure she would be happy to see you again.”

  “I'll be in back of the building if you need me,” Ebo said without answering Dakarai's question.

  “Thank you, Ebo.”

  Ebo nodded and disappeared behind the building. Dakarai decided a more hidden location might be a better idea. He left the car and spotted a house across from Mary's apartment building. It had a large country style porch with several big bushes in front. He quietly hid on the porch behind one of the bushes and kept watch.

  Connor kissed Sally on the back of her neck as he eased his cock into her slick pussy. Sally groaned and Connor continued, his cock sliding into her. He pumped his cock into her harder and harder as he howled with pleasure. She felt so warm and inviting; she fit him perfectly. He pulled out completely, and Sally moaned in protest.

  “Stay right where you are.”

  Connor dipped his head and found her ass, her puckered hole tight and closed. He used his tongue and rimmed her opening, licking it and probing with his tongue until he felt her relax a bit.

  “That feels really good. Please don’t stop.”

  Sally leaned into him further as he licked her. His hands gently caressed her ass as he continued rimming her hole. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and squeezed some into his hand. He massaged the outside of her opening and then gently tried to ease one finger inside her. He could feel her resistance.

  “Relax, Sally; you'll enjoy this. You need to relax your body—don’t fight it.”

  “I don't know if I can.”

  “Try, just try.”

  Sally concentrated and relaxed her body. She felt the finger invade her once untouched anal cavity. Connor’s finger slid in and out while his other hand caressed the outside opening. The sensation was unfamiliar and she wasn't sure if she was enjoying it or not, but Connor did and that was enough for her.

  Connor added another finger and slid it gently inside her. He wanted to fuck her ass so bad, but didn't want to hurt her, so he was taking it slow.

  “Connor, you can try and put it in now. I'm ready.”

  Connor kissed her back and cupped her breasts from behind as he whispered in her ear. She could feel the heat of his body and breath on her neck as he spoke.

  “Let me know if it starts to hurt. I will go very slow.”

  “Do it,” Sa
lly groaned out.

  Connor grabbed more lubricant. He rubbed it on his cock, and put more on her opening. He positioned himself, the head if his cock probing her puckered entrance. He nudged it just a bit and stopped, letting her adjust to the increased size. He pushed in just a tiny bit more, the head of his cock only halfway inside.

  “It's okay Connor,” Sally moaned, “it doesn't hurt.”

  She felt the pressure of his cock enter her, but he was slow and careful. It didn't hurt; it just felt different, like an invasion of a forbidden part of her body. She felt his cock ease in further, his invasion becoming more apparent. She felt him slip in further and further until he was all the way inside her. He stopped and allowed her body to become accustomed to the sensation.

  “Oh my fucking god, you feel so good,” Connor murmured as he started slowly pumping his cock in and out of her.

  He had a grip on her hips as he continued groaning, growling, and moaning. The sounds Connor made were so primal and were making her pussy so wet. Connor reached around with one hand and found her clit and started rubbing it as continued pumping her ass.

  Sally moaned at the feel of the very different sensation of her clit and her ass being invaded. She moaned as she felt the pleasure building until she was pushed over the edge and her orgasm took over. She screamed and moaned Connor's name as the orgasm flowed through her body and then she relaxed.

  Connor stilled a moment and continued his pumping action. He could feel his completion getting closer and closer. Sally fully accommodated him, pushing her ass up against him. The sound the slapping of their bodies made was more than he could take; he moaned as his body convulsed releasing his come inside her. He pulled his cock out of her and they both collapsed onto the bed into each other’s arms.

  Chapter 23

  Maurice shut his phone. He could feel the fury building inside him. Dakarai didn't need him! Well, he would regret those words. I will take Mary and kill Dakarai.

  “Jacquelyn!” he shouted.

  Jacquelyn rushed out from the back room. “Maurice, you called!”

  “Yes, my dear. Have the preparations been made for plan B?”

  “Yes; everything is in place. We just need Dakarai to get Mary to the location.”

  “There has been a development. Dakarai won’t be helping us anymore.”

  “Shit. Now how will we get her alone?”

  “I've been thinking about that. I can’t get close enough but maybe Haley can.”

  “Haley? How?”

  “She has only been gone from Bloodlust a few days. She worked with Mary, and could lure her out and then we can grab her.”

  Jacquelyn smiled excitedly. “You are brilliant, Sire,” she cooed.

  Jacquelyn and Haley pulled up to Mary's apartment. Haley was less than thrilled with the so-called plan.

  “This whole thing is just messed up. Why are we blindly agreeing to commit a crime?”

  “Our sire asked us to; Mary is his love, she belongs with him.”

  “She dumped him like a bad habit—the right of every woman dead or undead.”

  Jacquelyn was getting very frustrated at Haley's reluctance, even if she did agree. Why was Maurice so obsessed? He could have had her many times over and she would have made him very happy. That line of thought was getting her nowhere; they had a job to do.

  “Just do it already. Invite her to a girl’s night out. If she says no, we can tell Maurice we tried and failed.”

  “Wait here. I'll be back.”

  Mary was very pleased she had a new suitor. She took off the work uniform as soon as she returned home and put on a long flowing yellow skirt with white flowers and a plain white short-sleeved blouse. She sat and read a book with her cat for a while when the doorbell rang. That was odd since there were very few people who ever visited. She opened the door and found Haley, one of the blood donors from Bloodlust, standing there. She looked different; a little thinner than the last time she saw her.

  “Haley?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Can I come in, Mary?”

  “Um, sure.”

  Mary moved aside and Haley followed her to the couch. They both sat and Haley smiled a very familiar smile.

  “You look a little different,” Mary said at once.

  “Lipo; thought I might get more customers if I lost a few pounds. Don’t I look great?”

  “You look thinner, but you always looked great.”

  “Aww, thanks, Mary. You are always so kind. Listen, I came over to ask if you would like to go to a movie with my girlfriend and me. Enri suggested I invite you and gave me your address.”

  Mary looked at Haley for a moment and considered what she said. She wanted more friends, but this seemed a little strange. She pushed the thought aside and said why not?

  “Sure; I would like that.”

  “Great,” Haley responded enthusiastically. “The movie starts in a half hour—are you ready?”

  “Sure, let me get my purse.” Mary grabbed her purse and locked the door behind them as they left.

  Haley led her over to a parked car where another woman was waiting in the driver’s seat. They got in and Haley introduced her to Jacquelyn. Jacquelyn spoke with a deep French accent, but seemed nice enough.

  “You’re a Vampire,” Mary said suddenly, after an awkward silence.

  “Yes, I am.” Jacquelyn laughed. “Haley and I have been friends for a while; we met at Bloodlust.”

  Mary nodded but found this odd, since Vampires almost never socialized with the blood donors. Mary glanced at her watch and noted that they had been traveling almost forty minutes, which was strange since Haley said the movie started in thirty minutes. Mary looked at the girls and got a really bad feeling about the whole thing.

  “Haley, where are we going?”

  “Shut up!” Jacquelyn snapped suddenly.

  Mary sank back into her seat, clutching her purse that held her cell phone. She slowly reached inside the purse, only to have it snatched by Haley.

  “I don't think so! Behave and you won’t be hurt.”

  “Why are you doing this? What have I done?” she asked in a panic.

  “Maurice is our sire,” Jacquelyn answered.

  Mary's face dropped as the realization hit that Maurice was going to do something horrible. Would he kill her? Would he drag her back to France? The possibilities were endless.

  “When were you changed, Haley?”

  Haley looked at Mary and shrugged. “A couple days ago. How did you know?”

  “I can sense it. I couldn't at first because you’re so new, but now I can sense the difference. Did he force you?”

  Haley looked at her lap, a little sad. Mary took that as confirmation she didn't choose the change. “I'm sorry; it's hard when the change is not wanted.”

  Haley looked up at Mary angrily. “It doesn't matter now; what's done is done. Just shut up, okay?”

  Mary noticed the area they were in was more isolated and rural. She saw many cornfields and farms. They turned off another road, and she could see what looked like a small airport ahead. As they got closer, she saw what looked like a corporate jet of some kind. Maurice was obviously planning on taking her somewhere far away.

  The car stopped and Haley grabbed her and they got out of the car. They walked toward the plane and as they got closer, she spotted Maurice. This was it. If she didn't make a run for it, she wasn't going to be able to get away.

  Mary wiggled free of Haley's grip and ran toward a farm in the distance, at least two miles away.

  “Get her!” Maurice yelled.

  Mary ran as fast as her Vampire speed would take her and stopped when she came face to face with Dakarai and another man.

  “Get behind us and stay back,” Ebo shouted.

  “Who are you?”

  “Ebo; now get behind me.”

  Mary complied, running past the men and staying behind them. Jacquelyn and Haley stopped when they came to the men.

  Dakarai scowled at them. “I see
Maurice is using women to fight his battles now. Why am I not surprised?” Dakarai laughed.

  “I can fight my own battles just fine,” Maurice said, appearing behind the two women.

  “I am exercising my right to an honor battle to the death,” Dakarai said to Maurice.

  Maurice lifted on eyebrow and laughed. “Honor battle? On what grounds? She isn't anything to you.”

  “On the grounds that I love her and she is mine,” Dakarai snarled.

  Maurice looked at Dakarai with such hate. “You will die for this; she is mine.”

  “No weapons—bare hand beheading,” Dakarai replied plainly, and then smiled in excitement at the thought of tearing Maurice’s head off.

  Chapter 24

  Dakarai prepared for the battle, taking off his shirt and mentally deciding on his strategy. Maurice was much younger. It shouldn't be a problem, but he didn't want to become over confident. Maurice was cunning and devious and he didn't put it past the man to try and cheat his way to a win.

  The men faced each other. Maurice was also bare-chested. They had agreed to let Ebo serve as a referee. Ebo signaled the men to begin. Dakarai slowly circled Maurice like a shark deciding when to make the kill. Maurice lunged at him, his fangs bared. Dakarai quickly moved to the side, avoiding his attack completely. Maurice hissed in frustration and Dakarai laughed at the younger Vampire.

  “Is that how you intend to fight me; fangs bared, full speed ahead?” Dakarai challenged.

  “You talk too much, Dakarai. Fight me like a man.”

  “We are not men; we are Vampire,” Dakarai yelled. He took that opportunity to run at Maurice. He caught his throat with his fangs and took a chunk out and spit the flesh onto the pavement.

  Maurice got away from Dakarai, but staggered as blood flowed down his chest. The wound started healing immediately, but the blood loss would affect Maurice, making it harder for him to fight back.

  “Mary is mine; she loves me, not you,” Maurice sputtered out in a panic.

  “I will kill you, and then I will go home with Mary. I will have the one thing you want most,” Dakarai taunted derisively.