Ascent of the Blood Moon

Storage

*Warning: s****l content ahead.*

Adam POV:

“C’mon babe, just a quickie?”

“Adam,” Becky glared at me with her beautiful hazel eyes, but it only made me want to beg her even more.

“Please?” I tried again.

“Sorry babe, but I have too much to do! If you would help me instead of distract me I would be done a lot sooner,” she put one hand on her hip, all sass.

“Ah, Becks, you know I’m no good at this kind of thing.”

“All I’m asking is for you to blow up some balloons. Can’t even handle that?” She raised her eyebrow at me, challenging me. I threw my hands up in frustration, then got to work blowing up the endless bags of red, black and silver balloons. About an hour and help from some pack mates who were unlucky enough to walk by later, I was feeling a bit dizzy and my fingers were sore from all the tying, but Becky was happy. She volunteered to be part of the event committee on campus, whose main purpose is to plan the Blood Moon Ball. At first I was upset that it would cut into our time together, being the selfish man I am, but after she held out on me for two whole days I caved and gave her my full support. Becky would have done it with or without my approval, but she prefers to do things with it. Now that I know she only joined the committee to give her some experience similar to Luna duties, I wish I

wouldn’t have given her such a hard time.

There were only five other committee members to cover everything needed for the ball so they mostly left decorations up to Becky.

“Well, what do you think? Did I do good?” She batted her long brown eyelashes at me, and my heart sped up.

“It’s beautiful.” She elbowed my ribs hard enough that I grunted in pain.

“You didn’t even look, Adam.”

“Alright, alright, sorry.” I rubbed my side and looked around the huge ballroom now covered in fancy decorations that matched the University’s colors. To be honest, I have no idea what makes stuff like this look good or not, but I owe Becky an honest compliment.

“I like it. It’s fancy, but not over the top. The balloon arches actually look pretty classy. How did you make them so perfect?”

“Lots of time studying the internet for tips!” She said with a giggle. My chest vibrated at the sound, my inner wolf stirring. This woman does things to me without even trying. “Before you even ask, yes we have some time before I have to get ready.” She winked at me and pulled on my shirt, leading me to a large storage room.

“How much time?” I asked, l*****g my lips in anticipation.

“Not enough. Never enough.” She pulled me into the storage room and closed the door, then pushed me down onto a large couch.

“Well, well, isn’t this convenient?” I said, giving the couch a pat. Becky rolled her eyes and climbed on top of me, straddling my lap.

“We can go back to your room for round two, but I didn’t want to wait.” She said as she kissed me along my neck.

“Me neither,” I breathed, grabbing her hips with my hands to pull her in closer. I was already hard as a rock the moment she grabbed my shirt to bring me in here. It felt like our senior year of high school all over again, right after we found each other. From the start we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other. Even last weekend when we were going after those rogues we found some time to sneak around. If we hadn’t, I may have ended up murdering some of those stuck up witches that were “helping” us.

“This is just like high school. Doing it in a storage room,” Becky said, giggling against my neck. Her breath tickled her mark on me, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.

“Nah, this is way better than doing it doggy style in that cramped janitor’s closet.”

“True,” she pulled back slightly and cupped my face in her hands, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb across the stubble on my chin. Her eyes were full of love and desire as they bore into mine. I slid one hand up her back and tangled it into her hair to pull her in. Our lips collided, sending sparks down my whole body. She rocked her hips against me, as I explored her mouth with my tongue. We nearly ripped each other’s clothes off, and tossed them carelessly about the room. I had been craving her warm, silky skin for hours. I laid her down on the couch and planted slow, wet kisses up her arm, across her collar bone, and all the way down to her soaking wet p***y. As I nibbled and sucked on her, she let out a string of moans and curses, until her o****m rocked through her.

“Adam,” she always says my name as she climaxes. I rolled her over and pulled her a*s up towards me so I could f**k her doggy style, gripping her hips roughly. “Adam!” She said again, louder this time as I released into her, our climaxes coming in sync. I stayed inside her for a moment, my hands roaming along her body.

“My beautiful Becky,” I said as I finally pulled out and moved her onto my lap.

“Yes?”

“Thank the moon goddess for gifting me such a sexy little mate,”

“Agreed. Now get dressed so we can go back to your room and get n***d again,” she said and hopped up to gather her clothes.

“Yes ma’am,” I followed suit and gathered my own clothes. Before she could pull her panties back on I snuck in a slap on her a*s cheek and she squealed. Thank the goddess my father didn’t want me to be alpha until after college giving me four years of sexy time with Becky and minimal responsibilities. Life is good. My only complaint is all the witches around here.