The Blood Moon Luna

Fighting Dirty -Frankie

“We have received some information from the attack,” Dad informed us once everyone was out in the hallway from Nikki’s hospital room.

“Frankie, Tatum, and Marcus, you three need to be in the office at the training grounds at 7 a.m. sharp. Before we debrief the warriors, we’ll review the information with Beta Bill and Gamma Xavier. Let’s try to get a few hours' rest beforehand,” Dad instructed.

“Yes, Alpha,” we murmured in response, and everyone went to get a few hours of sleep.

“At this point, it looks like the rogue attack was not random last night. It appears to be provoked; however, we don’t know who or why yet,” Dad explained to us the following day.

“Okay then, how do we protect our borders against an unknown enemy?” Tatum asked.

“Sometimes, the best defense is a good offense. We train every able-bodied pack member to fight. If they are not able to shift yet, then we focus on combat in human form,” Dad stated.

“But don’t we pretty much do that now, Alpha?” Gamma Xavier questioned.

“Up until now, we have left it optional for females under 17 and males under 12. I think it would make us stronger if we started all pups at eight. Pups under 15 would see no battle at all, and pups 15 to 17 would be our last line of defense, essentially there to defend those heading for the bunkers on the chance that enemies could slip through the warriors and those with the ability to fight in wolf form,” Dad explained.

“Xavier, you and Marcus will continue with warrior training as usual. Frankie, I want you and Bill working with the 15-17 year olds. Luna Fran and Stella Gaffney will work with the young pups. I will let them know this is where I would like their help. Tatum and I will work with the newly shifted. There will be warriors working with everyone on each of the other groupings,” Dad instructed, giving out assignments.

Everyone replied, “Yes, Alpha.”

“Okay, now let's bring the warriors up to speed,” Dad added.

Nikki

Monday morning came, and I was totally dreading Frankie seeing me all sweaty. I dressed in my favorite teal sports bra, tight black leggings, and joggers and headed to the training grounds. I'm not feeling it already because I only lounged around this weekend.

I see my friend group and walk over to them. “Hey guys,” I chirped with false enthusiasm.

Charity grumbled, “Hey.”

Silvie smiled and said, “Hey, back at ya.”

Jonas, as usual, made an inappropriate comment, “Well, if it isn’t the founder of the itty bitty titty committee.”

“Knock it off, Jonas, someone could hear you!” I growled as I smacked the back of his head.

“Oh, come on, Nikki, I was just playing. Besides, isn't the saying; More than a mouthful is a waste?” Jonas teased.

“Okay, well, if we’re all done talking about our friend's body parts, we can start this training,” Frankie said, looking directly at us. I know my face is a deep shade of red.

Beta Bill said, “Pair off and spar.”

“Okay, Jonas, we can be partners,” I told him, thinking it would be the perfect excuse to kick his ass for embarrassing me.

Jonas crouched, and I lunged forward into my attack. I threw a couple of jabs, which he blocked, but then I kicked out and swept his feet from under him, and when he landed on his back, I followed him to the ground and punched him square in the balls.

“Fighting dirty will only get you so far in battle, Nikki. If this were a battle, cutting off his airway would’ve been more effective,” Frankie commented. I nodded at him, and he added, “Allow me to demonstrate. Nikki, you crouch this time.”

So I crouched and waited for Frankie to attack. I managed to block the first blow, but the second caught my shoulder and unbalanced me, allowing Frankie to tumble me to the ground with one arm around my neck. He snaked the other around to immobilize my arms, except I was wiggling too much, and he grabbed my breast. His hand lingered for a moment and shot heat straight to my core.

“Well, now I know why Jonas was making fun of you. They are quite nice, and maybe he just wants a feel for himself,” Frankie whispered in my ear before he stood and reached out a hand to help me off the ground, giving me a cocky grin.

Now I'm wondering what I can do to get a feel of him or maybe even his hands back on me. The first opportunity I get, I will seize it for sure. Now, instead of dreading these next five and a half months, I am looking forward to them.

I couldn't quit thinking of him after warrior training and the incident with Frankie. I could feel the memory of his hand on my breast, and my core was throbbing. I needed to get a shower and make dinner before Mom got home.

So I grabbed some sweats and a loose-fitting t-shirt to throw on afterward and headed to the bathroom. I started the water to warm up, stripped, and got in.

After washing and conditioning my hair, I began to wash my body, and my mind once again drifted to Frankie. I imagined him not only squeezing my breasts but sucking them too, maybe a little twist of the n****e. Oh Goddess, that wasn’t doing anything to ease the ache between my thighs. Maybe if I rub it a bit, the ache will go away. How come this thing works better in the movies?

As I rubbed myself, I thought of Frankie touching me, that it was his fingers bringing me pleasure, and I felt my core clench before my release. My body quivered, and my legs were unsteady, but I got some relief.

Okay, I have got to stop this before Mom gets home and smells my arousal. I quickly finished washing and rinsing off before I got out of the shower. I was concerned that I would end up pleasuring myself every time I thought of Frankie, or worse, that my arousal would perfume the air at a completely inappropriate time.

Once I was dressed, I headed to the kitchen to start dinner. Since it looked like there was a thawed pork loin, I made Greek pork medallions with smashed new potatoes and a Greek side salad. After I sliced the loin into medallions and placed them in the skillet, I cubed and seasoned a few slices of bread and put them in the oven to make croutons.

By the time Mom walked through the door, I was setting everything on the table. “Everything smells amazing, Nikki. Thank you for cooking tonight,” Mom said.

I just smiled and said, “You're welcome, Mom. Anything new going on?”

"Yes, actually, training times will be shifted tomorrow. Luna and I will train the pups during your normal training time, but yours has been moved to later in the afternoon,” Mom informed me.

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“No. Nothing like that. Alpha and Frankie had a meeting coming up. So the schedule needed to shift to accommodate that,” Mom explained.

"Okay, well, do you mind if I take Jonas and the twins to the river with me in the morning? It is supposed to be extra warm tomorrow,” I asked.

“No, I don’t mind. Just don’t miss training,” Mom warned.

As I put my dishes in the sink, I said, “Okay, I am gonna go call them now. Thanks, Mom.”