Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3) (2 page)

“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.

“W
ell, 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.”

C
onnor 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 bother 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.”

The phone went dead. Could it be true? Did someone really know where his love was after all this time? He put his phone away and decided to order a coffee and pastry. He sat for a few minutes when a text came through. All it said was
go to Detroit, Michigan
. He immediately got up and left. It was time to go find Salihah.

C
onnor arrived at his pack meeting, late as usual. They always met in the woods. Occasionally, the pack-master would arrange pack meetings in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula but he almost never made the trip to those. Everyone liked to shift afterward and hunt.

“You smell like a Vampire,” Anna whispered as he stood next to her. Anna was his younger sister and was constantly worried his job with the vampires would corrupt him.

“It’s all part of the job, baby sis.”

“You always smell like Vamp. Couldn’t you at least take a shower?” Anna replied, making a face.

“I had dinner with Sally.”

“Again?” Anna asked as she tucked her auburn hair behind her ear. “Please tell me you’re not sleeping with her.”

“Don’t you worry about me. What did I miss so far?”

“Beowulf is trying to take Gunther’s mate—says he treats her badly and he wants her.”

“For crying out loud, if I wanted to listen to this kind of thing I’d sit at home and watch one of those smutty daytime talk shows.”

Anna started laughing.

“Shhh, don’t let the Alpha hear you talk like that.”

“He hates me already. What do I care?”

Connor stood by his sister, half listening to the rest of pack business. When it was over, it was party time. Everyone started eating and drinking. Connor stayed until everyone shifted and quietly slipped away.

C
onnor was back at his office. It was after 2:00 a.m. at the VC office in Detroit. VC stood for vampire court. The Council headquarters were in London, England but they had an office in all the major cities. It was turning out to be a quiet night; only a few minor incidents, mostly new Vampires behaving badly. Connor was in charge, but there were dozens of Vampires and other paranormals working for the VC, keeping the peace throughout the city. He sometimes missed getting in the trenched and kicking some Vampire ass, but he worked hard to get where he was and had no plans on going back.

The secretary’s intercom line started buzzing. Connor quickly finished an email he was working on and answered the call.

“Yes.”

“Mr. O'Connor, you have a call from the VC Council.”

“Put the call through,” he said to his assistant.

“This is Connor,” he said as he answered the phone.

“I am Gerald Delance. I am calling on behalf of the VC Council,” the man said in a very pronounced British accent.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Delance?”

“I am calling with good news. The Council has finally reached an agreement. The world will be made aware of the existence of Vampires at midnight tomorrow.”

Connor couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The VC Council had been debating this issue for the last fifty years. He thought they would never come to an agreement.