Chapter 24

Lana s POV "Where s Drake?" I ask when I hear him call out from done stairs. "Eating my cold ass dinner" He yells up to me making me laugh. Tate grinds his hips against me, and I wrap my legs around his waist tugging him closer. "Let me mark you" Tate says nipping at the skin where his mark should be. I shake my head and he groans annoyed before sitting up. "Why? Drake has marked me now" He says running his hand through his hair. I could see how badly he wanted to, could feel it through the bond his need to claim me, for me to bare his mark, yet I knew if I let him, there was a chance Drake wouldn t allow Tate to mark him. Drake walks in leaning on the door frame. "I was expecting you two to be fucking by now, what s going on?" He asks and I realise he could pick up on the change in Tate s mood now that he had marked him. "Nothing it s fine" Tate says standing up, I sit up cross