Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 111

"Then don't stop."

The second those words leave my mouth, it's as though something snaps in him. Or maybe in me. Maybe both.

I don't know who surges first-me or him-but it doesn't matter. We collide together as if we've been pulled by the same violent storm, both soaked in everything we've never said, everything we're too scared to admit we still want.

We do still fucking want each other.

His mouth crashes onto mine-hot, hungry, savage. The sound of our lips was the only thing that can be heard in the echoing cave. My back hits the stone wall with a dull thud, but I don't care. I don't even feel it. I'm too busy gasping into his mouth, clawing at the back of his shirt, half-hating myself for how badly I want this.

How I want him.

His hands are everywhere-ruthless yet so so reverent, his fingers digging into my waist and I could hear him as if he's trying to memorize the shape of me.

"Ah!" I groan as one of his hand fists in my hair, tilting my head to kiss me deeper, harder. Like he's punishing me. Or himself. "Hmm..." I whimper, my eyes closed to feel him. All of him.

God, his scent-earthy, dark spice and danger-floods my senses and it's dizzying. I shouldn't be this wet already. I shouldn't be letting him press me against this cave wall like he owns me. But he does, doesn't he?

He always fucking did.

"You're trembling," he growls against my neck, voice low and rough as gravel dragged

over skin.

"No, I'm not." I am. I hate that I am.

"You are," he smirks, nipping the shell of my ear. "Don't pretend you're not soaking for me, Taryn."

"Fuck you."

"You're about to."

I let out a breathy laugh, the kind that sounds way too close to a whimper when his. hand slides up under my shirt, calloused palm dragging against bare skin. A shiver runs down my spine and my back arch at the feel of his harsh hands on my

cunt.

I've worn this stupid thin cotton tee like an idiot. A flimsy, pathetic excuse for clothes. It's halfway up my torso before I even register that he's pulling it off me.

My arms go up automatically, and then it's gone-discarded on the floor like it means nothing. Because right now, nothing else fucking does.

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He steps back a little, just far enough to look at me. His eyes-those wild, forest green flames-roam over me like he's never seen skin before. Like I'm the first woman he's ever undressed.

I squirm, folding my arms over my chest, heart jackhammering in my throat. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me."

His grin is all teeth. Dangerous. "That's exactly what I want to do."

My legs clench involuntarily, juices soaking my panties even more. Goddess, I hate

him.

Enoch drops to his knees in front of me, and my breath catches as I watch him before me. He's a King. The King. He's in front of me, ready to worship my body like a man on his last meal.

"You don't have to-" I start, but my words choke off when he grabs my hips and yanks me toward him. "Ah!" I squeak.

"Shut up, Taryn." he growls. My eyes widen at the sight of his orbs, flickering between green and crimson.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, jerking them and my underwear down in one fluid motion. The cave's air hits my thighs, cold and biting. But then his mouth replaces it, warm and wet, and-

"Fuck-Enoch-".

My back slams against the wall again, but I barely register it. His tongue drags over my cunt-slow, deliberate. One long swipe that has my knees nearly buckling.

I grab a fistful of his hair just to stay upright.

"Don't-don't tease-" I can barely breathe when I feel the point of his tongue circling around my clit.

He looks up, chin glistening of my juice, eyes blown wide with hunger. "I'm not teasing."

And he's not. He dives back in like he's starved. As if he's waited damn years to do this -and maybe he has. Maybe I have too. The noises coming out of me don't even sound real anymore. Moans. Gasps. Half-broken sobs of relief.

"Agh!" I groan, my waist jerking up and down on his mouth. His sharp nose rubbing itself on my skin, intensifying it even more.

feel, excruciatingly feel. His tongue is ruthless, circling and flicking my clit with a precision that has me biting down on my wrist to

sin," he mutters against me, the vibration sending electricity

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you this," I

gleaming. "That's why I'm going to take

his name like I never hated

tongue doesn't stop, not even I feel one thick finger

body following his fingers. Begging-urging to be

I knew it, "Ah!" I groan when I feel it inside me. One digit pumping

myself to something real. But I'm already falling. I feel it. The edge. It's

long, tortured moan slips

the orgasm like a fucking car

useless.

finally pulls back, licking his lips like I'm the best goddamn dessert he's ever had, I want to slap him. And

wrecked,"

like a walking

to commit a few

his eyes now. Something unhinged. Dark. Possessive. That

whisper. "I'll fuck you and I'll

need to be

cave

through the cave like thunder-low, guttural, primal.

up by red-his wolf is itching for

just hungry.

don't let him

the fire we didn't build. That's all us. Us, and this fucking tension that's

whisper, kneeling between his legs, "You

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I slapped him. Then he smiles-all teeth. “You're

lost his mind the second I

lean down before he can open that pretty mouth again. My hands slide over his thighs-muscle,

thick and throbbing, the veins bulging out, I'm almost afraid of what I

like his body's

I taunt, eyes flicking up to

since the council meeting."

"Taryn," he warns, but

this if you keep-"

"You think I'm

and his whole body jerks.

as I watch him writhe like a fucking

more words. Just

though he just ran through the forest in his Lycan form. Muscles twitch under his skin. And I swear

register, I swallow him whole, pushing through my throat as his precum drip out in my

my saliva,

because he deserves it. Because I deserve

this is the last fucking time I let guilt get in the way

what I

the cave wall,

not to lose it. His thighs tense around me, breath hissing through gritted

hate you," he

against him.

again-low and feral. His fingers are in my

holding on like I'm the

it the second

off him like static. His eyes keep shifting-green

take over, but Enoch is barely holding

"Mate he snarls. "Fuck-mine."

I don't stop.

when his

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when his voice turns into

it's a goddamn prayer and a curse all

once.

don't

Only because I want to. And

hand and

rising and falling like a war drum. His

wrecked. And I

But I don't gloat.

against his, lips brushing his mouth. "Now