The Blood Moon Luna

On MyMind -Frankie

I can’t say I ever really thought of Nikki before now. She is cute, though, with dishwater blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, firm little breasts about the size of a peach, and a plump, pear-shaped ass. Girl is a feast, and I’m a starving man dying to take a bite.

This is probably not the time to start getting wound up about a girl, considering everything that is going on with the rogue attack, the threat of more, and then, of course, there is Alpha Hollis and his indecent proposal and the possibility that I could meet my mate at the Blood Moon Ball that we have decided to host in November.

I know Nikki isn’t 18 yet, but I wonder when her birthday is. Will she be old enough to attend the ball? Is she Luna material? I know she can take a punch, and I’ll admit she can throw a good one too. She stepped up to defend her friend from being punched, showing compassion.

I really should get her out of my head, but honestly, I just don't want to. What I really want is to get a taste of those lips, and damn it, I wouldn’t mind feeling those perky breasts sans sports bra. I need to shake this off; there is too much at risk right now. I could use a shower, but I'm too restless. I need to let Kolt out for a run and clear my head.

I headed out the back door of the packhouse and stripped as I headed for the tree line to shift. Once Kolt was in control, he sprinted all out. I could feel the earth beneath my paws, and the wind in my fur felt good. As we approached the river, I saw a figure lying on the vast boulder, basking in the sun. I stopped and decided to shift back when I realized the figure was none other than the ‘Little Bee’ that’s been buzzing around in my brain. ‘So much for a clear head,’ I thought to myself. I grabbed a pair of shorts stashed in a nearby tree trunk and started to walk in her direction.

Nikki

After swimming all morning in the river with my friends, I must prepare for training. I think I will wear my red strappy sports bra and navy leggings with my joggers. Since my hair won't cooperate without me showering first, a messy bun it is. I add a little mascara and some clear gloss, just enough to be subtle.

What can I do today to get my hands on Frankie or, better yet, his hands on me? I am puzzled about how to initiate that. The sad thing is that I'm a good fighter, even if I haven’t shifted yet, so I don’t think asking for help is going to work, hmm. Maybe I can help him with another demonstration. Well, time to go, at any rate. With a final quick look in the mirror, I dashed off to training and, with a bit of luck, a little flirting.

At the training grounds, I noticed Silvie was not beside Charity like she usually is, and after a couple of quick hellos, I asked Charity where Silvie was. “Praying to the porcelain. She ate our brother’s science project because she was in a hurry. Ate three bites of the sandwich before noticing one of the bread slices had mold on it,” Charity chortled.

“Eww, gross!” I gagged. “Hey, if you want, Jonas can be your sparring partner since Silvie isn’t here,” I offered. I think I just figured out how to get me some Frankie time.

Beta Bill clapped his hands twice to get our attention, then said, “Okay, everyone. Pair off, stretch, and begin with sparring again. After everyone is warmed up, we’ll go over how to defend yourself if your attacker grabs hold of you from behind.”

As everyone paired off, I raised my hand to get Beta’s attention when someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned to face a wall of perfect muscle. Goddess, he is a fine specimen. “I see your partner deserted you for one of the twins,” Frankie said, and the deep baritone of his voice had my stomach fluttering.

“Yeah. Well, maybe he hasn’t forgiven me for punching him in the balls the other day,” I snickered.

Frankie chuckled and said, “How about you keep your hands off my balls, and we can spar today.”

I went to take my stance as Frankie crouched and replied, “I appreciate the help, Alpha, but I can’t make any promises about the balls. All is fair in war and such.”

I saw his eyes dilate black for just a moment before I lunged toward him with right and left jabs that he blocked. Then I managed to spin and land a kick just behind his knee, and as he went down, he grabbed on and took me down with him. I know I didn’t feel the full impact of landing, but somehow, Frankie was on top of me with his forearm across my throat.

For a moment, I couldn’t even think. This sexy, muscled man was on top of me, and all I could think was that I wanted to explore that chest. When he spoke, I looked at his mouth and those lips. All I could think was, ‘Kiss me, please.’

“Do you yield?” Frankie asked.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Nikki, do you yield?” he asked again.

“Ummm yeah, sure,” I croaked hoarsely. Then I tapped the ground beside me.

Frankie leaned in, gave a lopsided grin, and whispered, “You know this is the second practice where some part of me has touched your chest, Little Bee.” His voice was husky, and the flutters in my stomach became an ache in my center.

After he helped me up off the ground, I dusted myself off and looked him in the eye. “It’s ok, Alpha. I don’t mind if you touch ‘em,” I murmured, sounding a bit wanton. Then I turned, walked over to pick up my water bottle, and took a big gulp. Oh my goddess, what in the hell did I just do? I just told Frankie that I didn’t mind his hands on my breasts. And he called me ‘Little Bee.’ I will have to find out what that is all about.

The rest of training went without incident, but the tension between Frankie and me was palpable.

I couldn’t believe how I acted at training today. Inviting Frankie to touch me like I was some little w***e. I am still a virgin; I haven’t even kissed a boy before. I have on several occasions ‘double-clicked my own mouse,’ but that is it.

I sounded worse than all those girls who throw themselves at Frankie for a chance to be his Luna. I just found Frankie ruggedly handsome. I liked the fact that he didn’t go around acting entitled just because he is the Alpha Heir. He was humble, despite being practically royalty. Even nice guys don’t want their girl to go around acting like a two-dollar hooker, though.

I’ve never even given much thought to being Luna, mostly because I know my chances of being fated to an Alpha were slim to none. My mom is the head female warrior, and before Dad was killed in a rogue attack five years ago, he had been the lead male warrior. So, there are no powerful bloodlines there. It's just some pretty badass warrior blood.

Don’t get me wrong, coming from a long line of top warriors on both sides of the family is nothing to sniff at. But those warriors protect the pack and their Alpha. I would defend my Alpha with my life, but I want to touch Frankie’s body, not just protect it.

That’s why I decided to come back to the river after training, to think about how to get Frankie to notice me without being cheap and wanton. So here I am, sprawled across a boulder, soaking up the last of the day’s sun with my eyes closed.