“Do you want Drake to taste you?” Tate’s husky voice making me wetter before I feel Drake’s hot lips kiss the inside of my thigh.
“Yes” I gasp, rolling my hips against his fingers as they move slowly. I feel Drake grip my shorts and I lift my hips allowing him to slide them off. I watch as his face moves closer between my legs, suddenly feeling self-conscious at having his face so close to my private areas. I go to close my legs when he grips my hips pulling me closer to his face, my anxiety going out the window when I feel his tongue suddenly lick a line from my ass to my clit before sucks it into his mouth. Tate’s hands going beneath my shirt as he grabs my breasts before pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers, his lips assaulting my neck with open mouth kisses, as he licks and sucks at my skin. Drake tongue moving between my slick folds before plunging inside me, the sensation felt weird but oddly arousing as he fucked me with his tongue, making me buck. His grip on my thighs tightens holding me in place.
Heat making my toes curl, my skin becoming flushed as my breathing becomes shallow. He pushed my legs further apart, moving back to my clit, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves as he sucks on it hard and I feel my stomach tighten, my body tensing before feeling my core pulsating as I moan loudly, my orgasm washes over me in waves making my legs tremble. Drake licking up the fluids, leaving me breathless before he suddenly stands gripping the back of my head and forcing his tongue into my mouth and I can taste my arousal on his tongue.
Drake pulls back a silly grin on his face, my face flushing with embarrassment at what I allowed him to do. Tate’s grip on me loosening and I suddenly feel very exposed.
I feel Tate move underneath me, his erection pressing against me and I suddenly feel bad, he closes his legs allowing me to close mine. I try to hop up when he suddenly spins me around, pulling me down on his lap, my legs straddling his.
His hardened length pressing against my core through his pants. He grips my hips rolling them against him. Drake suddenly moves behind him, making Tate look up at him for a second before he goes to look back at me. Drake grabs his face forcing him to look back up before he kisses him, I watch as his tongue moves between Tate’s lips and I feel his cock twitch beneath me, arousal flooding me as Drake deepens the kiss earning a moan from Tate before he nips at Tate’s jaw, a moan escaping my lips before I clamp my hands over my mouth to stop from ruining their moment. I watch Drake’s canines suddenly protrude as he nips at Tate’s neck. I feel Tate’s shock slam into me, and he goes to pull away to make sure Drake was the one in control and not his wolf. Drake smiles at him, his eyes perfectly clear and his own before he kisses Tate’s lips making him shiver. Arousal coiling like a spring within me at watching them before I hear Tate moan, as Drake sinks his teeth into his neck marking him and I feel him harden impossibly more beneath me.
Drake pulls his teeth from his neck before reaching over Tate, his hand going to the back of my neck before he kisses me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting down on it. I breath into his mouth before deepening the kiss, Tate’s hands going to my shirt as he lifts it revealing my breasts before sucking my nipple into his mouth making me gasp and pull back, as sparks rush over my skin moving south.
My fingertips trail over Drake’s mark and Tate shivers, happiness buzzing through the bond making me smile, knowing how long Tate waited for Drake to accept him. Tate suddenly stands and I grip his shoulders to stop from falling back before he tosses me over his shoulder making me squeal as he walks up the stairs toward the bedroom, his hand coming down on my bare ass and I hiss, feeling him chuckle before I feel myself tossed on the bed. Tate crawling onto the bed moving between my legs, his arms braced on either side of my head.
“Where’s Drake?” I ask when I hear him call out from down 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.
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 crossing my legs, like no one wants to argue half naked like how awkward. I shake my head before grabbing a pair of panties from the draw and slipping them on.
“Well obviously something is wrong?” Drake says but I ignore him and Tate walks into the shower and I hear him turn it on. Drake following in after him and I can hear their hushed talking, feel Tate’s aggravation through the bond making me feel guilty.
I slip under the covers before rolling on my side when I hear the bathroom door open and feel the bed dip behind me.
“Why won’t you let him mark you?” Drake asks.
“You know why, not until he has marked you”
“Why does he have to mark me first, I have marked him already” Drake says with a sigh before wriggling closer and draping his arm across my waist before pulling me flush against him, his hand slipping underneath my shirt as he played with my nipple.
“Because you can still reject him until you are marked” I tell him.
“I can’t let him mark me yet, not until I sort out this shit with my father” Drake says, propping himself up on one elbow before rolling me on my back and climbing between my legs. His arms braced on either side of my head.
“What about if you let him mark you, I won’t mark you until after Tate has marked me” He says nipping at my jaw.
“Your wolf will want to mark me, as soon as Tate does” I tell him. He sighs before pecking my lips.
“I have control over Titus, he won’t do anything to upset you” He answers, and I worry my bottom lip trying to decide if I should let Tate mark me before he has marked Drake. The bathroom door opens, a cloud of steam billowing out the door before the bed dips again on my other side.
“Over your funk?” Drake asks, and Tate makes a noise in the back of his throat annoyed before rolling over to face me. He shoves Drake’s shoulder forcing him to roll back on the other side before tugging me against him.
“I am not in a funk” Tate says before closing his eyes attempting to go to sleep.
“Yes, you were. Chucking a wobbly like a two-year-old” Drake taunts him, earning himself a growl from Tate.