"Fuck she smells good" Tate growls and I blush at his words; Drake stops looking at me.
"Are you too sore, do you think you can take Tate" He asks his hand stroking Tate's length while he sniffs the air. My thighs are moist with my arousal. I nod and Tate growls and Drake moves before I find myself pinned under Tate his eyes bleeding the black of his wolf.
"Archer?" I ask a little worried,
"He has come forward, I won't give him full control he just wants to be forward with me" I stroke Tate's face and nod, he kisses me before moving between my legs and thrusting in, in one movement. I cry out, but I know with his wolf he will be rough, so force myself to relax. Tate sucks on my mark and I grind myself against him, my toes curling as pleasure moves through me. He thrusts in again hard and I move, meeting his thrusts before placing my hand on his hip, he slows knowing he is hurting me, when he suddenly pulls out flipping me over, he pulls my hips in the air. Drake grips my chin before kissing me as he leans against the headboard. I gasp into his mouth when Tate enters me.
This position felt deeper than the other as he pounded into me, I fist the sheets pain and pleasure hitting me as I feel him hitting my cervix. When he speeds up, I feel his claws slip from his fingers, his movement becoming harsher my orgasm building at his fast movements teetering on the edge. When I hear Drake's alarmed voice, "Archer no" He says when I feel his teeth sink into the back of neck and shoulder tearing through my skin, but it only hurt for a second before I was shoved violently over the edge, my orgasm smashing into me hard, my walls clenching his length as my core pulsated and he stilled with in me, I could feel his seed coating my insides. Before I slump on the bed breathless, Drake wipes my hair from my face.
"Shit Lana, I am sorry"
"He didn't hurt me Tate, I feel very relaxed actually" I yawn fighting to keep my eyes open, my entire body feeling like jelly, I hear him chuckle before he kisses my shoulder laying on the other side of me. I put my head on his chest, and feel his fingers stroking my hair. Drake moves closer spooning me their body heat keeping me warm as sleep sucks me under.
The next morning, I wake in a tangle of arms and legs my entire body killing like ran a marathon, stretching I get up when I hear a faint knock on the front door. Tate sitting up instantly and on high alert, he grabs a pair of pants from the draw ducking downstairs to see who it is. Drake stirring beside me before sitting up, he kisses my shoulder.
"That's the best I have slept in days" He mumbles still half asleep as he gets up walking to the bathroom in the hall.
"Woah there brother, bit more than I want to see this early in the morning" Comes a voice down the hall.
"Chase?" He says looking up while I pull the covers up watching from the door. Drake goes to hug him excitedly at seeing his brother, "Bro pants, I don't want that thing touching me" He says about Drake walking around naked. Tate walks in the room grabbing him a pair of pants and closing the bedroom door, so I can get up and get dressed. I chuck on one of their shirts and a pair of knickers and jeans. Walking downstairs, I find Chase sitting at the dining table, Drake now had on some blue shorts as he beamed at his brother.
"I thought you were staying away for a while?" I hear Drake ask him as I walk in.
"Luna" Chase says with a nod while I walk over and put the kettle on.
"I was looking for my mate, but gave up and decided to head home, Tate I was wondering if I could stay on your territory, I don't feel like going home" He says looking to Tate.
"You no you don't have to ask, you staying here or with Elias" Tate asks him.
"Elias no offence I don't want to listen to you three banging all night" He chuckles, and I feel my face heat.
I continue making coffee trying to stop my blushing face from turning more red.
"So, you haven't found your mate?" I ask thinking it was a little odd at his age.
"Nope, no luck yet" He says with a frown.
"Chase is saving himself for his mate, that's why he is so desperate to find them" Drake says shocking me.
"You're still a virgin?" I ask shocked, most male werewolves don't save themselves, he would be the first I had heard of.
"Yes, I know they are out there, so I wanted to wait, and I hope they did the same"
"And I thought I had blue balls waiting eleven years" Tate mutters with chuckle.
"How old are you?" I ask him curious.
"24" he says with a shrug.
"Yes, Lana my father wasted no time in moving on, we are only 3 years apart, probably helps my father's second chance mate was another pack member"
"Have you heard from anyone from Red River?" Drake asks about his old pack. Chase shakes his head.
"Can't even get a hold of our brothers, something is going on over there. One of the reasons I don't want to go home"
Arial POV
Something was not right, after talking to my sister, worry was eating at me, she had always suffered with depression since they found her, speaking to her on the phone, her mental state was in a decline, she was never one to speak her mind, quiet in nature and that bothered me, knowing she was basically at their mercy despite what she is and who she is.
Lana has always struggled with her identity though she won't admit, I knew in a lot of ways I always overshadowed her, my parents even though they didn't mean to, paid more attention to me, I was the bad twin, therefore received their attention more because they always thought Lana was more put together, more level headed, little did they know the thoughts that plagued her, she hated that everyone expected so much of her, always expected perfection from her, while me they didn't really expect anything, I was always okay with that but sometimes it would be nice for people to understand that despite being louder more outgoing than Lana, I too craved their affections for the right reasons, instead though I always got them for the wrong ones.
Being the bad twin even when Lana would act out, she would try her darndest to get in trouble, anything for them to see her as anything other than perfect secure little angel they thought of her as, even when she did do the wrong thing, they never believed her when she would admit and I would always get in trouble because they would think she was covering up for me, so after a while she gave up, gave up because when she did do something, I was the one being punished for it not her, she craved for them to see her, really see her for who she was instead, she was always the quiet good girl, while I was mischievous, promiscuous one.