#Chapter126
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.
