Page 39 of Fight between Alphas

“Our pack, I am not part of this pack”

“You are, always have been since I met you” Tate says. I feel my heart clench at his words, he is so willing to accept our relationship even after everything, even after me denying us for eleven years.

Suddenly the shower door opens, and I frantically try to get the soap out of my eyes stepping further away from the door. Opening my eyes, Tate was turning the other shower head on, his back to me. I watch the water cascade down his back, his muscles rippling as he adjusted the shower head higher. He turns around and I avert my eyes.

“We are mates Drake; you can look I don’t care” He says.

“I wasn’t looking” I tell him. He laughs grabbing the soap from behind me off the niche.

“You were, I could feel your eyes boring into my back. But that’s fine we can pretend” He says, his lips tugging up in a smirk as his eyes snap down between my legs.

“I have no problem looking at what’s mine” He says his eyes moving back to mine as he leans back. I shake my head about to get out and away from the feelings he was suddenly churning up, when his hand stops me as he holds the door closed.

‘Why are you running from me”

‘Because it is wrong” I tell him grabbing his hand to remove it, sparks running up my arm.

“Does that feel wrong to you?” He asks, stepping closer.

“Does this?” He asks before I feel his mouth on mine. His lips moving against mine and I press my lips together when he grabs my cock making me gasp, my lips parting and I feel his tongue brush mine, and he breathes into my mouth as he groans, biting down on my lip. His hand grabbing my cock as he runs his hand up and down my shaft before he shoves me against the shower wall. The cold tiles making me flinch before I kiss him back grabbing the back of his head, his tongue fighting mine for dominance before he pulls away nipping and sucking at my neck, his teeth grazing my chest as he moves lower.

“Tate what are you doing?”

“Close your eyes if you must”

“Yeah, because it’s only gay if we make eye contact, right?” I retort, I shake my head but don’t stop him from moving lower. I feel his mouth wrap around my hard length, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I feel his tongue run along my shaft.

“God don’t stop” I tell him, grabbing his hair forcing him to take more of me in his mouth. I feel him gag around my length before relaxing his throat, my body tensing and balls tightening as I feel his warm mouth sucking me off, his hand stroking the parts of me he can’t fit in his mouth and I feel myself reaching the edge.

“Tate!” I warn but he doesn’t stop, my seed spilling into his mouth as he continues to suck me, swallowing it before stopping.

“Well, that was more entertaining than what I was watching on TV” says Lana making both of us jump, our eyes going to her sitting on the sink basin eating something. Tate stands.

“What? That’s it, I thought you would last longer than that” She says with laugh.

“Are you eating?” I ask her.

“Yep, should have brought popcorn but I would have missed the show waiting for it to cook, you lasted like two seconds” She says sending me a wink before jumping off the basin. Tate and I look at each other.

“Is that a challenge?” Tate asks her.

“Maybe, but I still don’t see your mark on his neck” She says, and I feel my face heat, shame hitting me.

“Why are you embarrassed, she clearly doesn’t care” He says, and I look to her. She shrugs clearly not fazed at all when her scent hits me, she was aroused making me raise an eyebrow at her. I sniff the air and Tate’s brows furrow before he does the same thing, his lips turning up.

“What? Girls watch porn, first time I have watched live porn or two men but hey, sex is sex” she states before walking out.

Chapter23

Lana’s POV

Walking out of the bathroom, I head downstairs to heat up Drake's dinner for him. A few minutes later he walks down with Tate. Both wearing flannelette pyjama shorts, both theirs chests bare, my eyes trailing over their muscular bodies before I look away when Tate smirks at my perverted gawking. It was hard not to, I may still be a virgin, but I wasn’t blind to their godlike manly bodies.

“Sit” I tell Drake and he does, and I wait for his dinner to heat before placing it in front of him before kissing the side of his neck, his hand going to the back of my head before I kiss the side of his jaw.

“Eat” I tell him, standing up only to have Tate wrap his arms around my waist from behind. His face going to my neck as his stubble scratches against my skin making me shiver before cringing away as it tickled me. I feel him chuckle as one of his hands moves to my stomach pulling me flush against him, heat flaring to life in me as my core pulsated with a need I wasn’t used to. His other hand going to my breast as he squeezes it through my thin shirt, my nipples hardening under his rough touch. He sits on the chair off the side of Drake at the table pulling me on his lap.

“Eat” Tate tells him.

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