Page 62 of Fight between Alphas

Tate’s hand moving between my cheeks before I feel his fingers slide into my soaking wet heat as arousal floods me. His other hand going to my neck making me look at him over my shoulder, his lips crashing down on mine, his tongue tasting and exploring every inch of my mouth as he takes control of the kiss, his fingers moving in and out making me grind my hips against Drake as the friction builds up. My walls clamping down on his fingers before I feel his thumb pressing against my back passage before forcing its way in. My back arching off Tate’s chest, while Drake pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger his other hand holding me up, my stomach tightens my core fluttering around his fingers as I feel my climax reach its tipping point pushing me over the edge and making me moan as I grip Drake shoulders. It happens to quickly and I lose control as bloodlust takes over before I realise what I am doing, I sink my teeth into Drakes neck, his blood flooding into my mouth as I feed off him. He grunts pulling me closer against him as I lap at his neck.

“Ah Lana” Tate says when I feel Drakes emotions smash into me making me gasp and pull away, Drakes eyes turning black as Titus pushes forward looking back at me. I hear him growl and I scramble away from him forcing Drake to let me go.

“No Titus” I tell him as he reaches for me. Tate’s hand going to his shoulder holding him back, my eyes going to Drake’s neck as I stare at the mark I just left upon his skin. Drake’s entire body trembling as he fights against his wolf for control. I duck under Tate’s arm rushing out of the shower grabbing my towel.

Drake regaining control his eyes snapping to mine. “Lana?”

“No drake not until you have marked Tate, I shouldn’t have lost control like that, I’m sorry” I tell him rushing out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom. I feel his longing hit me through the bond and I realise how badly I just fucked up.

It is not that I don’t want to mark Drake, but the fact that I know he still hasn’t marked Tate and now all it takes is his wolf to force him to mark me all while still being able to reject Tate. I know he loves Tate but now feeling his emotions just reinforces the fact, he still isn’t willing to let Tate mark him, that his father still has a hold of him.

I could hear their hushed voices as Tate tries to calm Drake down, I just don’t understand why he doesn’t just get it over with already and mark him. Don’t understand how his father could have this much influence over our relationship when it is clear Drake does love him. I quickly dry myself and get dressed, slipping my pyjamas on while thinking, maybe if I could speak to his father, I could try and make him see this wasn’t some sort of sin, that loving someone of the same gender is no different than loving someone of the opposite sex. I just couldn’t understand how a parent could just turn their back on their child over something so ridiculous, love is love, it doesn’t matter the gender, doesn’t matter the species or race. He should only care about his sons happiness and I knew if he doesn’t mark Tate as his, this mate bond wasn’t going to work, I wasn’t going to be torn in two different directions all because his father has some warped sense of what he believes is right and wrong.

“Don’t even think about it” Tate says walking into the bedroom.

“What?” I ask looking over his shoulder for Drake.

“He went for a run, but don’t try and get involved Lana, let Drake sort his own father out. I know what you are thinking and you getting involved will just make things worse, he needs to sort his own father out or come to terms with not having him in his life, but on his terms not on ours” Tate tells me.

“His father is an asshole,” I state. Pulling my shirt over my head.

“Maybe so, but he is Drakes father, and we should let him deal with it” I roll my eyes turning away and climbing in bed. Tate walks over to me gripping my chin forcing me to look up at him.

“Promise me you won’t interfere”

“I won’t promise that Tate” I tell him honestly knowing he would be able to tell if I lie.

“You will only hurt Drake if you do Lana, as much as I hate his father, this needs to be something Drake sorts for himself”

“Yeah, but just a couple days ago you wanted to kill him” I tell him pulling the covers up.

“He steps on my territory I have no choice I will protect my pack; Drake knows this. But at the same time, I won’t willing go after his father, that’s Drake decision to come to, not mine. I will only step in when Drake asks me to, not before” He says climbing in the middle of the bed making me roll to look at him.

“Titus wants to mark you, you’re better off sleeping away from Drake until he is sure he has full control, Drake doesn’t want to mark you against your will, but Titus won’t hesitate now that you have marked him” He says pulling me against him before leaning over me and flicking the lamp off.

Chapter38

Lana POV

It was sunrise when I felt the bed dip waking me. Drake crawling in next to Tate and snuggling into him. Through the bond all I felt was exhaustion like he had literally been running all night. I wait for him to start snoring before hopping out of bed now wide awake. Getting dressed I walk downstairs and turn the kettle on to make myself a coffee and pop some bread in the toaster.

Tate walking down sluggishly as he walks into the kitchen before opening the fridge and drinking some juice straight from the carton.

“Morning” He mumbles. I grab another cup down to make his coffee when the front door opens. Tate groans as my sister waltzes on in like she owns the place.

“Good coffee” She says when she smells the caffeine. I chuckle, grabbing another mug down.

“To early to hear you bitching why are you here?” Tate whines. She rolls her eyes at him, before glaring at him.

“You’re a real dick you know that” She tells him, and I hush her before pointing the roof.

“He asleep still?” She says with a huff plopping down in the seat next to Tate who turns away from her instead facing me. I make coffee handing them theirs.

“Where is Chase?” Tate asks. Arial shrugs.

“Do I look like his keeper” She retorts. I roll my eyes at their bickering.

“You don’t know where your own mate is?” Tate asks.

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