The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Ethan

I feel like a terrible parent. l shouldn’t be able to find any happiness when my pups are in trouble, but hearing Jane say she loves me fills me with euphoria. I truly never believed l’d hear those words from her again – even if she felt them, I doubted she’d ever trust me enough to voice them. The guilt is almost as powerful as the pleasure, but then again, when everything else is too painful to bear, I suppose we have to find happiness anywhere we can.

This settles it. l’d hoped to slowly win Jane over once we got the pups back, but now the only thing between us and our future together is bringing our babies home. As soon as we find the pups we can start fresh, they way things always should have been. I can give her everything I failed to in the past, and we can be a happy family at long last.

I’m still k!ssing her, drinking her in and thinking that l’ll never get enough. She’s still crying too, but her tears don’t worry me so much now. I know they’re cathartic tears, her love and trust in liquid form, finally letting go of the past – of all those hurts inflicted by Eve and our years apart.

Jane makes me feel like a teenager again. We made love only two hours ago, but l feel like I could take her again and again, all night long. What’s more, I want to. I want to overwhelm her with so much affection that she’ll never doubt my love for her again.

What a fool I was, l can’t even blame youth for my past failings. Jane was always my chosen mate, why did I ever let a scheming social climber convince me she was guilty of crimes she didn’t commit? Why didn’t I push harder to find out Jane’s side of the story?

I lift Jane into my arms, carrying her backwards toward the bed, internally debating how I want to pleasure her first. So many options ,I think. Her beautiful breasts, her sweet p**”y – or do I just want to keep k!ssing her for a while and draw out the fun? Either way, I certainly don’t want all these clothes on her.

Within moments, Jane is naked as the day she was born, and laid out in front of me like a stunning feast.

Perfect. I lower-myself over her, k!ssing my way down her body. I take a detour around her aching n*s, already hard and begging to be touched, before settling between her th!ghs. I start to thrum her lovely little cl!t with my thumb, breathing in the scent of her ar0usal and thinking how cute the tiny nerve center is – peeking out at me from beneath its hood as if shy to ask formore attention.

Of course, as soon as I make contact, Jane squirms and whines. “Ethan, I’m still sensitive from earlier.”

herself up

to k!ss it better.” I reason, flashing my fangs and

She moans, slumping back

of her – even though I

love you.” I tell her again, just in case she

words land l slide my fingers into her soaked channel, making her cry out as

me, but my skilled touches I stop her short.

fingers curl inside her. She explodes on my tongue, but l show her no mercy, I keep working her overloaded senses until she’s practically screaming with

boneless beneath me, lost in a daze of lvst, do l remove my own

both freeze. I swiftly move off the bed, retrieving my discarded trousers, and bring the device to my ear. The number flashing across the screen is only too familiar – it’s the one l’ve been

on speaker as Jane’s warm little body presses anxiously into my side, wrapping my arm around her and squeezing her like

now. If they know my name

with relief. Still, I don’t let myself feel any joy beyond the fact that they didn’t suffocate in those trunks – she didn’t answer my question, and the

my arm as her knees give out, but I catch her easily, tucking her against my ch3st as she begins to cry. Unlike before, I hate these tears. These tears are of a mother who can’t take any more pain and disappointments, whose hope is continuously being smashed to pieces with every new twist on this journey. She sounds so heartbroken, and my own

still in a remote area, and as soon as we realized what had happened we brought them straight back to Alta Montaña.

you mean, too

but a waitress in one of the restaurants said she saw them getting into the car with a woman. At first we thought it might be your mate, but she said the she-wolf was completely alone and that her name was Anita – she’d waited on her earlier that night. When we got your messages and realized your mate’s name

the car?”I choke, my voice coming out