The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 78 – The Morning After

Jane

My head hurts before I even open my eyes. There’s a dull throbbing in my temples, and my stomach feels

completely sour. The combination makes me afraid to move, but as terrible as I feel on the inside, I feel incredible on the outside. My body is sore in all the right places, and my bare skin is cushioned on all sides by warm muscles. Ethan is

wrapped around me like a big blanket and his deep, steady breaths have a hint of a purr rumbling in his chest.

I wish I could lie here forever. If it weren’t

for the sun blazing through the windows and searing my poor eyes, I’d even consider it. Groaning softly, I try to remember just how much I had to drink yesterday. When Ethan and I made love in

the storage room I was still just tipsy, but

high on the endorphins of amazing sex,

we went back to the tasting room

afterwards and continued drinking.

Eventually we got a couple bottles of wine and booked a room at a nearby hotel,

taking our two person party up to a suite with a stunning mountain view.

It seems I lost count of both the drinks,

and how many times we had sex – especially since Ethan kept waking me up in the middle of the night in the most wicked ways. His affections seeped into my dreams, filling them with deliciously naughty images until I would finally wake and realize that he was bringing my

fantasies to life.

In some ways it feels like a second honeymoon – I’ll never forget the ache of deprivation that built up beforehand, or the sexual frenzy that followed on our wedding night. Even though our first honeymoon went out the window with. the death of Ethan’s father, my chosen

mate’s need for intimacy at that terrible

time soon sent me into heat. My eyes

snap open as I think these words, the bright sun be damned.

I’d gotten so lost in the incredible feelings Ethan elicited that I’d almost

forgotten the consequences of giving in to

him. Heat doesn’t come on as quickly for

us because we aren’t fated, but I’m still

an Omega and being with an Alpha as dominant as Ethan is bound to trigger it

Worse, I’ve gotten so caught up in being close to a man after so many years of celibacy that I haven’t given a single thought to what comes next or

at bay any longer, I untangle myself from Ethan’s arms and lurch from the bed, stumbling towards the restroom. I push the poor open and frantically flip up the lid of the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl

murmur to myself,

face. “Poor baby.” He croons, pulling one of my hair ties from the counter and quickly tying my lock locks into a ponytail. Apparently raising a daughter on his own has taught him a few things, but the

Paisley. I

he gets under my

you okay?” He asks gently, stroking my back in

so decent?” The truth is that he looks far better than decent, he looks powerful and masculine and like he could happily run a

one person to have everything!

mate.” He reminds me with a

me, sliding his arms around my waist and dropping a kiss to my throat. “I’m going to run out and get

remember being more grateful to anyone. I absolutely hate being sick or feeling badly,

have whatever you like, sweetheart.”

service menu too – sometimes a

in agreement, holding

leaves the suite.

shut behind him, I sink

connects with the floor. “What

to be impossible to get rid of Ethan now.

and it’s not exactly like he held back before.

is to prevent this from

backtrack, but I

into heat, there will be no saving me – especially because I no longer have the excuse of not being ready to be parents to convince him to use protection. In fact my only comfort about

I can, feeling infinitely

robe and scanning the room service menu when Ethan

bag from the pharmacy. It’s only been a half hour and I don’t truly feel like I’ve had

a kiss to my cheek. “Saltines,

get

say, conjuring a

smile.

on the sofa and slinging a possessive arm over my shoulders. “Did you find something to order?”

food yet.” I admit, eyeing him warily. “But listen, I think we need

yesterday.”

surprise, Ethan grins. “I knew you would. I could feel you freaking out before you

to

when I woke. He

is creepy, but my damned besotted wolf doesn’t listen at all. She simply urges me to climb into Ethan’s lap and have an encore round of sex, despite the fact that I feel like hot garbage.

freaking out.” I argue, “I simply think

other. The pups are already upset and confused, and I’m leaving in a couple of months – it’s a bad idea. I mean for

to take care of that,

“And as for the

things are complicated, but we’re

complicating them.