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."

heart skipping a

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

I stop breathing.

was fourteen. Too much

tightens, and I instinctively

His voice is barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to love without losing

"Enoch..."

back, his eyes meeting mine. They're haunted. "I just..." He shakes his head, the words dying on

me. His body melts against mine, his warmth

can't stop the doubt creeping

love me... or does he

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I don't know anymore.

scares the fuck

I can't sleep.

breathing is steady, his arm

pounding a

slide out of bed, careful not to

blank document. My fingers hover over

clawing at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

to know the truth.

only way to get to it... is

My fingers start typing.

Blackwell. The Lycan

weighing heavy in my

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

going. I mean, I'm going to write it

no harm

to fucking

of my throat as something warm and wet wraps around my nipple. My eyes fly open,

Of course.

is buried under the sheets, his mouth latched onto my breast like he's starving, his tongue

My voice is raspy, and I swear the bastard smirks against my

hand is already trailing down my stomach, sneaking beneath the waistband of

you perv," I mutter, laughing as I shove at his

lips brushing against my skin as he

lazy kiss to my

his shoulder. "We're leaving,

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out from

His hair is a mess, those sleepy, hooded eyes making my stomach flip. It's unfair how he looks this good after practically

arms flexing, and I

is

me like that, Sinclair," he teases, his voice all gravel and

hand through his bed hair. His cocky smirk is alive and well, and I hate that it works on

I throw a pillow at his face. He catches it, the bastard,

late for the plane," he drawls, voice dripping with

me and climbing out of bed before I do something stupid-like let him convince

But no. We're leaving.

lounges, hands tucked behind his head, watching me as though I'm a damn

and very fucking much deliberate-he knows I'm watching.

so damn smug I want

"Enoch."

in his eyes

to Maldives feels... weird. Bittersweet. The ocean breeze kisses my skin, the scent of

the air, and I can't help but pause on the deck, taking it all

voice is softer now, and when I glance at him, I see the

tightens.

everything felt... simple. Where it

last in my

last breath, locking the memory away

grounding me. "Let's

*

The jet is waiting.

polite smiles as we board, but something

I mutter, suddenly patting