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."

my heart skipping a

against my back, his grip tightening like he's

I stop breathing.

fourteen. Too much fucking trauma. And by the time I did..." He swallows hard. "I was already too

I instinctively hold him

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,

"Enoch..."

"I just..."

body melts

I can't stop the

he love me... or does he just need me to replace

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I don't know anymore.

the fuck out

I can't sleep.

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

a

not

floor, I open a blank document.

clawing at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

the truth. About my parents. About

to get to it...

My fingers start typing.

Lycan King who

pause, guilt weighing

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

going to write it

harm in

to fucking kill

warm and wet wraps around my nipple.

Of course.

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

I swear the

already trailing down my stomach, sneaking

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

he mumbles, his lips brushing against my skin as he

lazy kiss

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

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he sighs, dragging himself out from under

sleepy, hooded eyes making my stomach flip. It's unfair how he looks this good after practically devouring me all

and I swear

man is a

looking at me like that, Sinclair," he teases, his voice all

cocky smirk is

his

plane," he drawls, voice dripping with that smug,

I warn, shoving the sheets off me and climbing out of bed before

But no. We're leaving.

shimmy into them while he lounges, hands tucked behind his head, watching me as though I'm a

out of bed, his movements slow and very fucking much deliberate-he knows I'm watching. And I am. I fucking am. "Stop showing off,"

so damn smug I want to smack

"Enoch."

on his pants, but the glint in

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

on the deck, taking it all in one

now, and when I glance at him, I see

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

everything felt... simple. Where it was just

simplicity doesn't last in

the memory away as Enoch laces his

mine, grounding

*

The jet is waiting.

we board, but

I mutter, suddenly patting down