Chapter twenty -nine

When Alpha Damon senses Lana’s hesitation, he licks her once more before he gradually lowers her back on his lap. His senses are crammed with the smell of her arousal and the mate scent emanating from her, yet he feels good that he put his mouth to good use after a long time.

He relishes the taste of her exquisite essence on his tongue and traces it around his lips to ensure no remnants. He senses the warmth of her breath against his face, and he fixes his sightless gaze on her even though he's unable to discern the inner conflict playing out on her features like he’s used to.

“What?” Damon inquires, his deep tone revealing the arousal stirring within him, “Is there a reason you can't say my name?” Conflicting emotions swirl in his mind as Lana remains silent. His thoughts clash with the decision of whether to be angry or relieved that they halt before he crosses a line and claims her tight pussy repeatedly like the ravenous bastard he is.

Alpha Damon's gaze stays focused on her,