The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

When I open my eyes, Ethan and I are still in the thermal pool. I can feel the water lapping and bubbling around me, but he’s no longer inside me, and when I look up it’s to find his dark gaze watching me intently. Gradually I realize he’s moved to the shallow end of the spring so he can sit on the submerged ledge and hold me in his lap.

He rests one hand on my round belly, and our baby flutters inside me as if the tiny bean knows its father is near.

“How long was I out?” I inquire softly, stretching and reveling in the delicious ache of my muscles.

I’m filled with the lazy contentment of a well-loved mate, utterly drugged with pleasure that is only deepened by the sting of my claiming mark. I can feel the evidence of Ethan’s dominance in the swollen flesh between my legs, the bite marks on my b.reasts and faint bruises on my back and th!ghs. And right now I can’t imagine anything better than this… except perhaps if I had some chocolate to nibble while my mate cares for me.

“Just a few minutes.” Ethan answers, his deep voice still husky and heated. “How are you feeling?”

“Incredible” I sigh, nuzzling his chest and n!pping his salty skin. “Loved.. safe… claimed.”

Ethan purrs, the sound of an Alpha who knows he’s done well for his mate: proud, satisfied and only slightly smug. “Delirious with pleasure?” He suggests, a teasing note in his voice.

“That too.” I grin, recalling the ruthless way he’d brought ne to cl!max over and over. “I think you wanted to punish me a little.” I remark, even though I can’t think of a better way to pay for my times.

“I was just giving you what you asked for.” He answers darkly, his l!ps moving against my ear.

Did you learn your lesson ?”

“And what lesson would that be?” I inquire innocently, too elated to be flirting with him to consider the fact that my body can’t handle any more excitement right now.

tugging my head back to claim my l!ps. I open for him immediately, too overwhelmed with joy to do anything else. How long have I been dreaming of being with him this way again? His tongue slides into my mouth, coaxing my own

hand travels between my legs, and I jerk in surprise, clenching my th!ghs together. “No! I’m too sens!tive.” I

didn’t learn your lesson, we’re going to have to repeat it.” He informs me, watching me

my brain is absolute mush after so much stimulation, perhaps because I simply believed it was impossible.

and I feel myself being lifted. “Such a

your mate even though he’s trying to keep his distance, then you question his endurance?” He tuts ominously, sliding my

my thought, because the next thing I know

I reckon I could keep this up for hours and hours.” I whimper as one of his hands returns to my dripping se.x. My

skillfully stroking me, until my overwhelmed whines transform into m0ans. “We’re going to do this until the message sinks in, Mate.

and I cry out as his fingers sink inside me, and I know my

and I suspect he’s been fantasizing about this since we parted, because he chooses a different tactic every time. Make no mistake, this has been one of the most

my high, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear. I’m floating in and out of awareness, flitting back and forth between a stratospheric plane of physical ecstasy and reality, sending a wave of emotions I don’t even

he’s speaking as though he isn’t the one responsible

wolf started it.” I hiccup, surprised that

the one who dragged me out

not so you could

argue, trying to snuggle closer even though there’s no space left between us.

k!ssing my temple. “I see that now, but you

talking about the s.exual overload from which I’m recovering, but all I can hear are the words: I did. I try to sit up, only to discover that I can’t.

know he’s thinking about Paisley and the way she vowed to run away as many times as it took to make him