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

man after so many years of celibacy that I haven’t

hangover 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

to spare. “Oh Goddess,” I murmur to

my hair ties from the counter and quickly

Paisley. I need to

before he gets under my skin.

okay?” He asks gently, stroking my back

a truck.” I moan, squinting up at him, “why do you look so decent?” The truth is that he looks far better than decent, he looks

for one person to have everything!

little mate.” He reminds me with a sympathetic smile. “The wine didn’t hit me as hard.”

toothbrush to get this disgusting taste out of my mouth. Ethan simply sidles up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and dropping a kiss to my

to anyone. I absolutely hate being sick or feeling badly, and I don’t exactly handle it well. “Can I have saltines and ginger ale?”

you like,

look at the room service menu too – sometimes a

agreement, holding my breath

the suite. When

shut behind him, I sink

connects with the floor. “What have I

to be impossible to get rid of Ethan now. He’s already

affectionately, and it’s not exactly like he held back

is to prevent this from happening

backtrack, but

us in place. If this goes on and I fall 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

the shower and clean myself up as best I can, feeling infinitely better once the hot water has done it’s work.

and scanning the room service

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

greets me, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “Saltines, ginger ale, anti-nausea

– we’ll get you feeling better

say, conjuring

smile.

course.” He replies, sitting next to me on the sofa and slinging a possessive arm over my shoulders. “Did you find something to order?”

don’t think I’m ready for real food yet.” I admit, eyeing him warily. “But listen, I think we need to talk

yesterday.”

feel you

it occurs to me that Ethan

asleep at all when I

a habit of watching me sleep, somehow passing it off as sweet instead of creepy. Even now I tell myself it 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. Sometimes she can be the most

I argue, “I simply think it was a

and I’m leaving in a couple of months – it’s a bad idea. I mean for Goddess’s sake, Ethan, I’m being investigated for

to take care of that, Janey.”

assures me, “And as for

are complicated, but we’re

one complicating them. I know I