Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 49

I don't know who moves first.

One second, the world is frozen. His breath on my lips, the tension coiled so tight between us it could snap and take my fucking head off. His eyes-stormy, wild, barely restrained-burn into mine, daring me to pull away.

I don't.

And then-

Everything explodes.

His lips crash against mine with a desperation that borders on violent. A sharp gasp escapes me, but I don't fight it. Can't fight it. My fingers are in his hair before I can stop myself, yanking him closer, because fuck, I need this. I need him.

We head back to the house as he carries me with our lips together, we rush to my room like starved animals.

He growls, a low, guttural sound, and my back slams into the wall of my tiny, suffocating excuse for a room. The breath leaves my lungs, but I don't care. I don't care about anything except the way he's pressing against me, solid and burning and fucking alive.

His hands are rough-everywhere, nowhere, gripping my waist, sliding up my sides like he's memorizing me. One hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back, exposing my throat to him. My stomach clenches, heat pooling between my thighs, and then his teeth are there, grazing my skin, testing, teasing-

A strangled noise leaves me. Something between a whimper and a curse. I feel his smirk against my neck before he bites down, hard enough to send a shockwave straight to my core.

Bastard.

I retaliate, grabbing his face and biting his lower lip, not soft or teasing, but vicious. The coppery taste of blood blooms between us, but all it does is make his grip on me tighten, like he's seconds away from devouring me whole.

"Enoch," I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice-needy, desperate, wrecked. He makes a sound, half-snarl, half-moan, and that's it. That's the only warning I get before he's lifting me, one arm beneath my thighs, the other bracing against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, holding on for dear life as he grinds against me.

I'm losing my mind.

He's losing his.

And we let it happen.

His mouth is on mine again, and I can taste everything in him-the restraint that's barely holding together, the hunger that's consuming him, the ache that neither of us knows how to soothe. His hands roam, gripping, claiming, and I let him, I fucking let him, because I need to feel something other than the emptiness that's been gnawing at me since the moment I realized I could lose him.

He pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against mine. His breath is ragged, his fingers trembling where they dig into my hips. "Taryn

It's the first time he's said my name in full sentences since he lost his memories. My chest tightens painfully, a lump forming in my throat. But I don't ask. I don't break the moment.

Because I'm afraid of the answer.

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Instead, I reach for him again, dragging him back down, because if this is all I can have, I'll take it. Even if it kills me.

I don't know who moves first.

Maybe it's me, too fucking tired of pretending / don't want this, don't need this. Maybe it's him, giving up whatever stupid resistance he's been holding onto.

It doesn't matter.

Because the second our lips crash together again, the world fucking burns.

Enoch grips my hips like he's trying to leave bruises, dragging me closer, his breath ragged against my mouth. The room is dark, shadows flickering from the dying fire in the hearth, but I don't need light to know the way his hands feel on my body -possessive, desperate, like he's memorizing every inch of me with his fingertips.

I don't stop him.

I don't fucking want to.

I'm already burning alive, and I don't care if he's the one holding the match.

His teeth graze my lower lip, and I gasp, my head knocking back against the wooden beam behind me. Enoch follows, his mouth trailing down my throat, open-mouthed, hot. He bites-not gently, not sweetly, but with a hunger that makes my knees buckle.

I shove at his chest, not to push him away, but because I want to fight this feeling, this fucking need. "You're such a goddamn asshole," I manage, voice breathless, shaky.

He doesn't even hesitate. Just growls, low and primal, before gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head.

My pulse jumps.

"You push," he rasps, his breath searing against my skin. "I take."

Fucking hell.

His grip tightens around my wrists, holding me still as his knee slides between my

legs, pressing, forcing me to acknowledge how wet I already am.

I should

stop this.

I should demand answers, force him to talk, make him explain why he keeps

looking at me like I'm something worth breaking for.

Instead, I fucking grind against his thigh like a bitch in heat.

Enoch makes a rough, guttural noise and crashes his mouth back to mine, shoving his hands under my shirt, up my ribs, dragging his calloused fingers over my skin like he's trying to carve himself into me.

"Clothes," he mutters, his voice wrecked.

It takes my dazed brain a second to catch up. Then he's yanking my shirt over my head, and I'm pulling at his, and we're a mess of hands and gasping breaths, frantic and clumsy in the dark. My back hits the bed before I even realize he's moved us, and then he's on top of me, covering me, devouring me.

His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts.

I arch up, impatient. "Fucking do something-"

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He does.

He rips them off like they offended him.

Jesus.

moving lower. My head slams

My breath shatters.

on me, hot and wet and perfect, dragging slow, lazy circles that make my thighs tremble. He groans against my cunt like he's starving for it, like

I can't fucking think.

and the way his hands grip my thighs like

As if I could.

I'd ever want

join his tongue, sliding inside me, stretching, curling in a

my body

scratching against his

God, Enoch-"

He sucks

my

into his mouth, and I

slams into me, white-hot, ripping through every nerve ending, leaving me boneless beneath him. I barely register him crawling back up my body,

pupils are blown wide, lips slick

my cheek, then lower, pressing against my

don't get a chance to respond before he

himself between my thighs, and- fuck. He's big, hot, the tip of his cock pressing right against my entrance,

I should be scared.

I'm not.

hook my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his back. "Enoch," I whisper,

Something in him snaps.

with precum and towers over me with

I knew it, he lines it on my entrance

in, all at once, burying himself

stretching me, filling me, making it impossible to

mine, his breaths coming in sharp,

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ants. Like he's barely

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I demand,

He does.

before we're both desperate, both lost in it. His thrusts turn hard. punishing,

I groan.

messy and frantic and

make me gasp. My nails rake down

I don't know

if it's just loneliness and fear

onto

But I don't care.

when he's fucking me like

when he's dragging me under, drowning

his breath catching, and I know he's

my heels into his ass, forcing

name like a prayer, like a curse, and

me.

The world tilts.

tangled mess of

of me, grounding, and I

my temple, barely

I close my eyes.

And let myself pretend.

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The world is quiet.

It shouldn't be.

the way he just fucked me, not

taste. My body is sore in places I didn't even know could ache, every nerve still

I don't want to.

his weight pinning me to the bed, his face

breath is warm against my skin, slow and steady now, unlike

something. Maybe something

silence settle around us, let the heat

mine.

feels it

something unspoken. I exhale, fingers

his back, tracin

lines of muscle, the

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likes seeing my marks on him. Proof

pillow, staring at the wooden

outside has calmed, but my body still thrums with its

we can be like

stop it. A

lingers. One that makes my

dragging in a

this..." I whisper, barely realizing I

"Forever."

Enoch stiffens.

there, but I fucking feel it.

mine. His fingers

just like that,

running a hand down his face. I try

of his heat,

My stomach twists.

have

my elbows, searching his face.

away. He just stares at

somewhere I can't follow. When

Rough.

"Not... forever."

sharp lodges itself

breath, ignoring the way my chest tightens. "Why

head, looking away. And that's what fucking

away. Not from me. Not from

the sheets,

know who I am," he murmurs. "Don't remember.

tone. "But I know...

my heart