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,...