Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

"Liam's my boss," I snap, snatching my phone back but he doesn't give it as it's suddenly a ticking bomb. My voice is barely concealing the exhaustion weighing down my chest.

Enoch's eyes are a fucking storm. Dark. Dangerous. The calm before everything burns.

“Boss?” His tone is calm-too fucking calm-and it sends a shiver crawling down my spine. "What kind of boss texts you at..." He snatches my phone, glancing at the time. "Midnight?"

"Give me that." I try to snatch it back, but he's already holding it out of reach. Typical.

"The fuck kind of boss asks how things are going like that?" His jaw clenches so tight I swear I hear his teeth grind. "Is he fucking interested in how you're doing-or is he interested in you?"

"For fuck's sake, Enoch!" I throw my hands up, dragging a frustrated breath through my teeth. "Not everything is about some fucking guy trying to get in my pants!"

His gaze snaps to mine, those amber eyes turning molten. "When it comes to you, Taryn?" His voice drops, a deadly promise in every syllable. "Everything is about that."

Jesus. My heart slams into my ribs though it's trying to escape.

"Are you seriously doing this right now?" I glare at him, crossing my arms. "I work for him. He's my boss. End of discussion."

"Bosses don't text at midnight," he grits out, his grip on my phone tightening.

"Maybe he's just—”

"What?" His eyes narrow, voice dropping to a low growl. "Checking in? Making sure his favorite employee is safe?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I'm so close to losing it. "Do you hear how insane you sound right now?"

"Insane?" He steps closer, towering over me. I refuse to step back. "You're damn right I'm fucking insane when it comes to you."

And there it is.

That dangerous, possessive edge that makes my knees weak and pisses me the fuck off all at once.

"Enoch," I breathe, trying to calm my pounding heart. "It's not like that."

His jaw clenches, but his eyes flicker with something else. Something raw. Vulnerable.

"I can't lose you," he whispers, and it's not a threat. It's a confession.

Fuck.

My resolve crumbles as his forehead presses against mine. His breath is warm, ragged, and I hate how easily he disarms me.

"Stop being a psycho," I murmur, my voice softer now. "I'm not going anywhere."

His hand cradles the back of my head, pulling me closer until his lips brush my forehead.

Routine.

Forehead.

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Nose.

And then-

Mouth.

Fuck, I hate how good he feels. How right,

My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close. But I know better. Enoch doesn't

do calm. He's chans personified, and I'm the idiot who keeps walking straight into the fire,

Idiot Taryn.

I pull back, my breathing uneven. "Enoch...

"Shhh." He rests his head against my chest, his body pressing into me. His arms tighten around my waist, as if he holds on tight enough, he can keep me from slipping through his fingers.

"Just..." His voice is barely a whisper. "Let me stay like this for a minute" And I do.

Because despite all his dominance and possessiveness, there's a broken boy underneath. One who's been fighting for survival since he was a kid.

My fingers run through his hair, soft and gentle, "What's wrong?"

His body stiffens for a moment. I think he's going to brush it off like he always does. But then-

"I wasn't always like this."

blink, my heart skipping a

I was a kid," his voice is so low I have to strain to hear it, "the war fucked me up." His fingers flex against my back, his grip tightening like he's afraid to let go. "I watched my family get slaughtered.

I stop breathing.

"He went into hibernation after that. I didn't even shift until I was fourteen. Too much fucking trauma. And by

and I instinctively

barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to love without losing control. Without..." He trails off, his head pressing deeper against

"Enoch..."

"I just..." He shakes

tugging him back to me. His body melts against mine, his warmth

stop the

or does he just

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I don't know anymore.

that scares the fuck

I can't sleep.

later, Enoch's breathing is steady, his arm draped

a fucking drum in

of bed, careful not

a blank document. My fingers hover over the

clawing at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

truth. About my parents. About

way to get to it... is

My fingers start typing.

Lycan

weighing heavy in my

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

going to write it in

no harm

going to

something warm and wet wraps around my nipple. My

Of course.

under the sheets, his mouth latched onto my breast like he's starving, his tongue flicking over my nipple while his

raspy, and I swear the bastard smirks against

already trailing down my stomach, sneaking beneath the waistband

perv," I mutter, laughing as I shove at

mumbles, his lips brushing against my skin as

kiss to my

more minutes, my ass," I snap, swatting his shoulder. "We're leaving, remember? Maldives?

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dragging himself out from under the sheets-a

get his way. His hair is a mess, those sleepy, hooded eyes making my stomach flip. It's unfair how he looks this

and I

is

he teases, his

through his bed hair. His cocky smirk is alive and well, and

his face. He catches it,

plane," he drawls, voice dripping

of bed before I do something stupid-like let him convince

But no. We're leaving.

while he lounges, hands tucked

slow and very fucking

he murmurs, so damn smug I want

"Enoch."

glint in his eyes tells me

Bittersweet. The ocean breeze kisses

and I can't help but pause on the

at him, I see the same hint

tightens. I'll miss

everything felt... simple. Where it was just

doesn't last in

last breath, locking the memory away as Enoch laces his

grounding

*

The jet is waiting.

smiles as we board, but something

suddenly