  Lana s POV
      &quot;Where s Drake?&quot; I ask when I hear him call out from done stairs.
      &quot;Eating my cold ass dinner&quot; 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.
      &quot;Let me mark you&quot; Tate says nipping at the skin where his mark should be. I shake my head and he groans annoyed before sitting up.
      &quot;Why? Drake has marked me now&quot; 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.
      &quot;I was expecting you two to be fucking by now, what s going on?&quot; He asks and I realise he could pick up on the change in Tate s mood now th

  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.
      &quot;Morning&quot; 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.
      &quot;Morning beautiful&quot; 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 an

  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.
      &quot;Sit&quot; 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.
      &quot;Eat&quot; 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 

Lana s POV
      &quot;Where s Drake?&quot; I ask when I hear him call out from done stairs.
      &quot;Eating my cold ass dinner&quot; 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.
      &quot;Let me mark you&quot; Tate says nipping at the skin where his mark should be. I shake my head and he groans annoyed before sitting up.
      &quot;Why? Drake has marked me now&quot; 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.
      &quot;I was expecting you two to be fucking by now, what s going on?&quot; He asks and I realise he could pick up on the change in Tate s mood now that he had marked him.
      &quot;Nothing it s fine&quot; Tate says standing up, I sit up cross

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