Reaching down, I grab Drake's cock. It twitches in my hand and he leans his face closer, Tate pulling back as Drake kisses and I feel him move and so does Tate, instead pressing me against Drake's warm chest, his lips going to my mark as he moves my hair over my shoulder sucking on it.
My toes curling at the pleasure rolling over me. Drake's fingers moving between my cheeks caressing the tight muscles of my ass before I feel the head of his cock press against it. I tug on his hip wanting him inside me and he moves closer. Tate's movements speeding up as he slams me down on his cock that was smashing against my cervix.
Drake thrusts inside me in one movement before stopping, his hand wrapping around my waist before going to my clit as he rolls it between his fingers making me moan. I felt overfull, full to the brim but it felt so good, felt right as I felt both of them slipping in and out of my body building up the friction inside me.
Tate's claws digging into my ass as he holds me and I nip at his chest, my teeth grazing the hard muscles of his pecs before I wrap my arms around his neck and he offers his neck to me. I sink my fangs into him and he moans loudly, Drake's teeth nipping at my shoulder and I pull my face back, my fangs leaving Tate's neck. I lick his blood as it runs down his chest when grabs my chin bringing my face to his as he kisses me.
My skin heats and my stomach tightening as my orgasm ripples through me making my toes curl. My pussy flutters around Tate's cock milking him as he finds his own release just as Drake stills behind me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder and neck over my mark, prolonging my orgasm and making me moan loudly.
I feel Drake slip from my body. Tate's breathing is ragged and I feel his now flaccid cock slip from body before he places me on my feet, pecking me on the lips softly.
We quickly shower and just as we get out I hear Titus cry.
"I'll go and make his bottle, I missed my little man today," Tate says, wrapping his towel around his waist and walking out.
I dry myself before walking into the bedroom and grabbing my pajamas from the drawer. Drake slips on some shorts. I climb in bed, laying in the middle. Drake walks out of the room hanging our towels up before returning and climbing in bed. A few minutes later Tate climbs in flicking the lamp off and I snuggle against Drake loving having him home, Tate spooning me from behind.
"I Love you both" Drake says yawning, I feel Tate's arm move over me and Drake's arm that isn't under my head moves. I feel them grasp each other's fingers before falling asleep snuggled between my mates and finally feeling whole.
Three Months later
Lana POV
We haven't had a single attack in three months, everything has been peaceful. Waddling down the stairs to see who knocked on the front door. Drake beats me to the door as he swings it open.
Arial walking in a huge grin plastered on her face. As she all but bounced on the spot with excitement.
"You shit the bed, why are you here this early?" Drake asks, letting her in. It was a little after 7am and I could smell the kids had just eaten porridge, the smell of honey hitting my nose.
"Close your eyes" she tells him before winking at me, oh no she was going to do something. Drake closes his eyes holding out his hand expectantly while she holds up and shows me what's in her other hand.
"Both hands Drake" she tells him. And he complies with a sigh. She pulls something from her back pocket dropping it one hand and placing what looks like a piece of paper in the other.
"Why can I smell urine?" Drake asks, opening his eyes.
"You're pregnant? What answering was too hard, instead you hand me your piss stick?" He says shiver and handing it back.
"Look at the other one," she tells him excitedly.
He opens the piece of paper."woohoo he fucking did it, she is 6 weeks a long" Drake says holding the paper up.
"I'm gonna be an uncle" he says excitedly in a sing-song voice.
"And I don't have to listen anymore about ovaries, ovulation, periods or any of that other nasty shit you've been telling me anymore," Drake says.
Drake wanders off into the kitchen and I hear the tap running and know he is washing his hands. I walk over giving her a hug.
"Congrats we can be fat together" I tell her
"Doc reckons I will start showing more next week" she says and I look down to see her tiny baby bump showing.
"I was wondering if Chase tossed all your clothes, now I know why have been wearing his shirts"
"He smells nice and I didn't want to get my hopes up, doc says I am safe to announce it now" she says.
"You told mum and dad yet?"
"Will later I wanted to tell you and Drake first since it wouldn't have been possible without him" she says.
"Hopefully you don't have to have a c-section like I have to again," I tell her, rubbing my significantly larger bump. I couldn't see my feet any more.
"When have they booked you in?"
"5 weeks and Emery will be here"
My sister rubs my belly, I can't wait till I am this big" she states rubbing her hand in circular motions around my ginormous bump.
We walked in the kitchen. Drake was making coffee and tea and setting them down on the counter. I frown wanting coffee.
"You already had one today no more, your nesting is driving me nuts" Drake says and my sister looks over at me.
"Nesting?"
"This freaky urge she gets to clean everything, she tried to get me to dust out the ducted AC last night, reckoned there was dust in it, made pull off every vent and stick my arm in with a dust brush," he says, shaking his head.
"Oh and made me clean under the house because we all know a newborn is going to be under there rummaging around and she has washed the babies clothes a million times" he says. I roll my eyes. He makes it sound like cleaning is a bad thing.
My sister laughs, shaking her head.
"Where is Tate?" She asks looking around.
"With Ryker, scouting around again"
"We haven't had an attack in three months. Does he think there will be another?" She asks worriedly.
"Just precaution," Drake says. Tate forbade us telling anyone the real reason. I was shocked to learn he found his second mate and has been searching for her since. Tate and Ryker go out nearly everyday looking for rogue camps. I don't think he wants to admit she is gone, how she is coping going into heat though is beyond me.