The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

3rd Person

“I should,” Ethan grumbled. “I should make you go back.” He stared down at Jane, with her wide eyes and vulnerable expression, then sighed. “But my wolf didn’t want to let you out of our sight in the first place, and now I realize he was right.” Ethan offered Jane a wolfish smirk, “You, my naughty little mate, are much better off where I can keep an eye on you.

Jane’s nose crinkled and a shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his heated tone. “I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

Ethan chuckled, “And that’s exactly why I’m going to do just that.” He leaned down and brushed his l!ps over her brow, “now tell me what I can do to help you feel better.”

A little while earlier, Jane had only wanted physical affection. However the IV fluids were gradually returning her to her usual self, and she realized just how much damage two days lying on the floor of cramped staff quarters had done to her hygiene. She felt sweaty and dirty, there was a sour taste in her mouth and she was worried she was beginning to smell. The idea of getting into Ethan’s clean sheets in this state was unthinkable. “I want a bath.” She decided firmly, though her voice came out hoarse.

Ethan studied the curve of her elbow, covered in tubes and medical tape. I think that can be arranged, but we’ll have to keep your arm out of the water.

Jane nodded, “Okay.”

Five minutes later, Jane was floating in Ethan’s huge whirlpool bath while its powerful jets massaged her aching muscles. It felt incredible, but the tub’s basin was so deep she couldn’t actually rest against the porcelain frame- it was clearly made for a shifter the Alpha’s size, and not a diminutive omega. Jane huffed in frustration, looking over at Ethan hopefully. He was sitting beside the bath, keeping an eye on the IV and taking the opportunity to ogle his beautiful mate under the guise of helping” her bathe.

When Ethan dragged his eyes away from her long legs and luscious bre*asts, instead zeroing in on her lovely face, he smirked. Something you want to ask me, Janey?”

Jane flushed scarlet, “It’s too deep.”

Ethan surveyed the huge bath, nodding in agreement but giving no indications he intended to help. “I think you’re right.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed to slits, Well?”

He asked innocently, though his

with

do you need me to get in, or do you want me to?” He teased, still

stubbornly, far less willing to admit how badly she wanted him now that her senses had returned.

the great care he would take to ensure every inch of her body was squeaky clean. He knew it couldn’t go anywhere, she was too ill and

moments like this one. He hadn’t forgotten about the pups, far from it, but right now they were speeding towards them as fast as they could and there was nothing more he could do to get them there quicker. On the other hand, Jane needed him now, and though he had every intention of giving her what

Jane objected sullenly, softening her tone when he simply stared

Please?”

rising to his feet, you know you only ever have to ask.” Jane shot him an unamused scowl, but Ethan could see

submitted easily, even when her omega side was fully revealed.

it was making her see that it was safe to give in to her desires, that she could be open with him again without fear of betrayal. He was not sure what revelations had led her to reconsider her decision about the pups, but he knew a single epiphany could

ran deep, and it would take time and

his wolf to keep himself from rising to the occasion speak. Guiding Jane’s slender form towards the front of the bath, he sunk into the steaming waters behind her and pulled her between his legs. Jane leaned her back against his broad ch3st, sighing with satisfaction

out of the water, but every other inch of her skin was flush against Ethan’s and she was still trying to snuggle closer. Purring softly, Ethan soaped up a soft sponge and began to drag it over her body, but Jane stiffened. “I don’t actually need you to wash me, Ethan.” She insisted, reaching for the loofah. I’m

it has nothing to do with

minimum she needed to fend for herself. If Jane was honest, she hadn’t trusted anyone enough to let herself be truly vulnerable since becoming Ethan’s prisoner. Sure, Ethan took control when she went into heat or when they

loofah to her skin, “don’t you want to be able to let go? To just relax and let someone else take the reins for a little while?” The sponge, both soft and rough at once, gently scrubbed

Jane admitted in a whisper, “I do want that,

over her bre*asts and making her arch

you’re not up

me