The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 120

Ethan

When Jane wakes the next morning, bleary eyed and still much too pale for my liking, she looks up at me in confusion.

“What happened last night?”

Part of me is disappointed that she doesn’t remember the progress we made yesterday, but l’m more grateful that she doesn’t seem to remember her nightmares. I didn’t leave Jane’s side again after finding her so devastated, and thankfully she slept through the night without further incident. Now she lies safely in the circle of my arms, her stunning green eyes wide and vulnerable.

“How much do you remember?” l ask, tracing my fingers over her cheek. She leans into my touch and stretches like a sleepy kitten, going from uncertain and worried, to petted and pampered.

“I remember you finding me,” she explains, her cheeks turning pink, “and the bath.”

“Mhmm, l encourage, unable to hide my smile. Jane is starting to squirm as she recalls those intimate moments, ” what else?”

“I remember you teasing me.” She sulks, “As if being sick wasn’t bad enough.”

“How are you feeling? I ask, running my hands over her body and marveling at how perfectly she fits in my arms. Sometimes she feels so fragile compared to my size and strength, but then I remember the wild passion burning inside her, and I know I need not fear harming her. She needs to feel my power and dominance in her very bones, and l’m only too happy to give it.

“Better.” She sighs contentedly. “I don’t know what that medic gave me, but it worked.” The woman in question had returned to give Jane more medicine after I found her in the throes of her nightmares, and had updated the cocktail of drugs after I shared our situation with her. Now in addition to sleeping aids and anti-nausea medications, anti-anxiety drugs and painkillers are also being pumped into Jane’s IV.

We’re not due to make port for a few days and I’d rather have Jane pain-free and a little loopy while we wait, than miserable and spiraling deeper into despair.

Chuckling, I drop a k!ss on her nose. “I think you’re still a little high, beautiful.”

“Um not high” Jane insists, peeking up at me from beneath her lashes, then pressing her nose to my ch3st. “You smell good.”

proof that she’s not completely lucid – that was it. Once upon a time my Jane didn’t have any inhibitions when we were together. This would have been completely normal in the early years of our marriage. But Jane is a guarded creature now, with high walls around her heart. The fact that she’s openly sharing her feelings this way

smell good too.” I share honestly, nuzzling

over mine and covering me with her scent, “| think…I think- I’m going into heat

when we were married she’d enter heat at least once a

She insists, “I need to

make this kind of decision. I don’t want you to hate me in the morning.” I sigh, trying to

reminds me, k!ssing my

gently. “I

the idea that Jane was trying to convince herself that she didn’t want me all those times she tried to push me away, is one I hadn’t considered before. It makes a lot of sense,

Jane continues,

the only

back against

l know she’s high. She’d never like something like that slip sober. “We can’t, Janey! I declare, sitting up and making her look me in the eye. “If you still want me when we get off this boat and

the drugs.

my neck and rocking her h!ps against mine. Her sweet l!ps are trailing over

not the only

of things myself” Her legs are still splayed on either side of my h!ps, and she’s as n*ked as the day she was born. It’s temptation enough to have her spread out like a feast in front of me,

she can make contact

above her head, “Oh no you don’t” I scold, rising onto my knees to loom above her. “Am I going to have to tie you up, little

frustration, she

you going to do with me

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