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

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

I stop breathing.

didn't even shift until I was fourteen. Too much fucking trauma. And by the time I did..." He swallows

throat tightens, and I instinctively hold

wrong, Taryn." His voice is barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to love without losing control. Without..." He trails off, his head pressing deeper against me, trying to drown out the

"Enoch..."

haunted. "I just..."

His body melts

I can't stop the doubt

he just need me to

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I don't know anymore.

that scares the

I can't sleep.

Enoch's breathing is steady, his arm draped over me. But my mind

my heart pounding a

slide out of bed, careful not to wake

open a blank document. My fingers hover over

clawing at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

truth. About my

only way to get to it...

My fingers start typing.

Blackwell. The Lycan

guilt weighing heavy in

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

I keep going. I mean, I'm going

no harm in

going to fucking

groan tears out of my throat as something warm and wet wraps around my nipple. My eyes fly open, the remnants of sleep vanishing as I

Of course.

breast like he's starving, his tongue flicking over my nipple

I swear the bastard smirks against

trailing down my

you perv," I mutter, laughing

more minutes," he mumbles, his lips brushing against my skin as

kiss to my

swatting his

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from under the

making my stomach flip. It's unfair how he

and I swear my ovaries

man is

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

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

mutter, rolling my eyes as I throw a pillow at his face. He catches

plane," he drawls, voice dripping

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

But no. We're leaving.

shimmy into them while he lounges, hands tucked behind his head, watching

of bed, his movements slow and very fucking much deliberate-he knows I'm watching. And I am. I fucking am. "Stop showing off," I mutter under my breath, but it's pointless. He

he murmurs, so damn smug I want to smack

"Enoch."

the glint in his

goodbye to Maldives feels... weird. Bittersweet. The ocean breeze kisses my

pause on the deck, taking it all in

now, and when I glance at him, I see the same

whisper, but my chest tightens. I'll miss this place. Miss

felt... simple. Where it was

doesn't last in my

last breath, locking the memory away

mine, grounding

*

The jet is waiting.

board, but something tugs at

suddenly patting down