Chapter 26 Her Name on My Tongue
Landon’s POV
“Ahh… mmm… fuck… uhh… oh shit… ahhh… hnnng… yes… mmmph… fuuuck…”
The wet, filthy moans tear out of me as her mouth sank my cock again, taking me to the back of her throat in one greedy swallow.
I lay sprawled on the bed, the bandages still tight around my chest from the wounds still healing. Three days of lying here like a weakling had left me restless, angry, and hard as fucking stone.
“Fuck! Deeper,” I growled, my hands fisting into Lila’s dark hair. Lila was my usual mistress—the one person I called when I needed to empty my balls without thinking.
Her lips stretched wide around my thick shaft, saliva dripping from her mouth as she began to bob her head fast and sloppy. The wet choking sounds echoed through the entire room, her throat gasping for air around my cock every time I thrust deeper.
“Just like that…” the shameful moan leaves my mouth, “Take every inch like the cock-hungry slut you are.”
I thrust upward, forcing myself deeper into her throat until her nose pressed against my pelvis. The sheer force of it sent tears rolling down her face, ruining her perfect mascara, but she didn’t pull away.
She never did.
Lila was absolutely made for this.
But even as her mouth worked me perfectly, an unwanted th instantly slams into me brutally—
Isabella.
It’s been three fucking days I’d kept her locked in that room next to mine with no food and water…and still, she didn’t want to tell me where her traitorous father was hiding.
A sharp twist of something that felt close to pity hit my chest the moment her face appeared in my head. But most especially the child growing inside her.
Was she starving right now?
Was the baby suffering because of my order?
Stop fucking thinking about her, Landon!
I shoved the thought down hard quickly, my jaw clenched so hard I felt my teeth almost shatter.
“Harder!” I barked at Lila, yanking her head down roughly. “Suck my cock like you mean it. Every inch of it!”
Without hesitation, her movements began to quicken, her throat tightening around my throbbing length as I fucked her face without mercy. She tried to break free but I don’t give her that chance as I hold her there, using her mouth like a fucking sex toy.
Fuck!
This was exactly all I needed to drown out the image of Isabella’s tear-streaked face from my head.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice thick with lust and desire, “Choke on your Alpha’s cock. Take it deeper, you filthy whore. This is all you’re good for.”
Her hands gripped my thighs instantly, nails digging in due to the sheer brutality of the manner in which I thrust my cock into her mouth. But I didn’t stop, if anything, I drove into her throat again and again, brutal and relentless, chasing the release I desperately needed.
The more I thrust deeper into Lila’s mouth, the more Isabella’s face flashed behind my eyes again — swollen cheeks, her bloody lip, the way she had begged me to believe her for my child.
Shit!
I thrust harder now, angry at myself for showing even a little sign of weakness for that filthy rogue. Lila’s throat spasmed around my cock, milking me with relentless, wet contractions. My dick becomes harder now, the fast, punishing movement of her mouth exploding uncontrollably through me.
“Fuck…I’m gonna—shit, I can’t hold it—”
I growled desperately, my voice breaking with every word. But it was already too late, the orgasm slammed into me without mercy, ripping through every muscle as hot waves of cum began to erupt down Lila’s throat.
I couldn’t stop it, nor could I hold it back. Not when my hips buckled wildly as I lost all control, flooding her with wave after wave of cum.
A guttural growl rips out of me as I cum with a loud moan, my hips jerking as thick ropes of cum flood her throat. I don’t even realize it when her name leaves my lips like a curse.
“Isabella…”
The word slipped out raw and broken as I emptied myself, pulse after pulse dripping down Lila’s throat, all the way to the bed.
Holy fuck!
I dropped back against the pillows immediately, chest rising and falling heavily, my cock still twitching in her mouth. Then, Lila finally pulls out slowly with a wet sound that echoes through the room, gasping for air as waves of saliva and cum leave her mouth.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and collapsed beside me on the bed, both of us breathing hard. For a moment, the only sound heard in the entire room was our chests rising and falling heavily.
“Who’s Isabella?” Lila asks the second she turns to face me, her eyes curious and a little amused.
I forced her chin up roughly, my fingers digging into her jaw until she had no choice but to meet my gaze. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You moaned her name out loud when you were cumming, Landon.” She licked her lips, as if still tasting my cock in her mouth. “That’s why I’m asking who she is?”
“That’s a fucking lie.”
A humourless laughter tears out of her instantly. “We’ve been fucking for five years, Landon…and these while you’ve never once called out another woman’s name while you were inside me…especially not with that much…passion.”
“Shut your mouth,” I snarled, shoving her chin away. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Landon—” She tried to lean in, her fingers sliding up my chest seductively to put me at ease, “Come on, baby. Let me make you forget her. I can ride you slow and deep until you—”
“I said get the fuck out!” I barked, sitting up fast despite the sharp pain that shot through me. “You’ve done what you came here for…which is to suck my dick as always like the whore you are. Now leave before I throw you out myself.”
For the first time in years, real fear flickers across Lila’s face. She scrambled off the bed immediately, grabbing her clothes, her legs moving towards the door
BANG!
The door to my room suddenly banged open without warning.
“Alpha!” A familiar voice barked behind me in the doorway. I turned to see Owen Riley standing there, his face pale with shock. “Alpha… someone is here to see you.”
“Who?” I snapped back, still breathing hard, my cock still wet from Lila’s mouth, “Who the hell wants to meet me at this hour?”
“Victor Sinclair.”
What the—
The name landed like a punch to the gut.
Isabella’s father.
That bastard I’ve been hunting for days was finally here in my house?
Before my brain could process anything, I swung my legs over the bed, ignoring the pain in my sides. My wounds protested otherwise, but the rage and adrenaline drowned out the pain.
“Bring that traitorous bastard to me!” I ordered Owen, my voice thundering through the entire room. “Now!”
Victor Sinclair had walked right into my territory…and I was going to make him regret his worthless life today.