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All will power going out the window when I feel Tate’s canines protrude, his body stiffening underneath me, before he grips my hips slamming me down on his cock, my walls fluttering around his length as he continues moving my hips faster and my toes curl, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm ripples through me, my walls clenching him and I feel him stiffen before feeling his canines break through my skin, making me moan loudly as I ride out my orgasm. The heat dying down and I slump against him, my body turning to jelly. Drake grips my chin lifting my face off Tate's shoulder and I could feel my blood trickle down my shoulder from where Tate marked me. I could feel Tate’s uneven breathing underneath me when Drake kisses me softly.

I climb off Tate rolling onto my back, out of breath but very relaxed as darkness starts to crawl over me sucking me under.

Chapter25

Lana’s POV

The next morning, I woke to Drake rolling over and snuggling into me. I felt wide awake and I realise I didn’t even take my sleeping tablets last night, yet I felt well rested. Tate stirring beside me before sitting up and looking down at me.

“Morning” He says leaning down and kissing me. Sparks rushing over my skin and I could feel his happiness radiating through the bond. Drake yawns rubbing his eyes before kissing my breast.

“Morning beautiful” He says before propping himself up on his elbow, his hand on my sternum. Tate leans over hesitantly trying to gauge Drake's reaction after last night. I could feel his worry that Drake would be back to his normal self, rejecting him like he usually does. Drake surprising both of us when he grabs the back of Tate’s head pulling him closer and kissing him, his tongue moving between Tate’s lips and I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of them. Tate purrs into his mouth before deepening the kiss. I felt bad for Tate, always worrying about Drake going to pull away from him again, the anxiety it causes him is a little overwhelming when he wanted nothing but to mark him and claim him as his.

Drake pulls back a smile on his lips. “And morning to you too” He says. I feel relief flood me at Drake's words. I was worried he was going to regret marking him, but he seems to be slowly coming around to it.

“I’m not going anywhere” Drake tells him, and I know he can feel Tate’s anxiety. Tate nods before sitting up.

“I need to get ready for the Pack meeting” He says looking over at us.

“You want to come?” He asks hopefully looking to Drake.

“Sure, we can all go” He says sitting up and wandering into the bathroom. I hop out of bed heading for the shower too. Turning the water on, I step under the stream letting it warm my bones. This morning it was quite cold compared to the other mornings. Drake hops in with me.

“Where did Tate go?” I ask him.

“Downstairs to make coffee I think” He says wetting his face. I grab the shampoo and start washing my hair. Drake washes quickly but remains in the shower waiting for me. His hands wandering as he caressed my skin.

“Will you stop” I tell him, becoming distracted by his wandering hands.

“You like it” He taunts.

“Yes, but we need to get ready” I tell him, and he huffs annoyed.

“We could always stay here” He suggests.

“No, you told Tate we would go, you saw how happy he is, don’t ruin it” I warn him. He hops out reluctantly giving me the shower to myself, I finish washing before getting out.

Once I was dressed, I head downstairs, only to stop when Drakes hand snakes around my waist on the bottom of the stairs.

“You are not wearing that top, go change it”

“No, I like this top” I tell him trying to get out of his iron grip.

“Stop Drake I am not changing” I tell him when he pushes me toward the stairs, Tate walks out to see what the commotion is, his eyes going wide.

“You are definitely not leaving this house in that top” Tate says, and I glare at him.

“It barely covers anything I can see everything” Tate says.

“It’s a crop top, I am not changing it”

“You might as well walk around with no top on”

“Fine then” I tell them and they both relax, Drakes arms loosening from my waist as he steps back.

“Good” Drake says about to turn when I pull my top off.

“What are you doing?” He asks turning back to me.

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