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.

hips to the wall so I can't run, can't squirm, can't even think. I just feel, excruciatingly feel. His tongue is ruthless, circling and flicking my clit with a precision that has me biting down on my wrist to muffle

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

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gave you this,"

he smirks, eyes gleaming. "That's why I'm going to take my

like I never hated him.

not even I feel one thick finger dragging

I call, I could feel my body following

I groan when I feel it inside me. One digit pumping in and

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

A long, tortured moan slips out of my

body seizes and I cry out, slamming into the orgasm like a fucking car crash-violent and brutal and all- consuming. He doesn't stop until I'm practically sliding down the cave

useless.

back, licking his lips like I'm the best goddamn dessert he's ever had, I want to slap him. And also kiss him until we both forget

wrecked,"

like a walking

commit a few

unhinged. Dark. Possessive. That part of him I never got to meet properly back then-the Alpha

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

need to be

cave

cave like thunder-low, guttural, primal. His

his forest green irises are swallowed up by red-his

not just

don't let him

build. That's all us.

"You don't get

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him. Then he

lost his mind

pretty mouth again. My hands slide over his thighs-muscle, tension, heat, and something

veins bulging out, I'm almost afraid of what I had gotten

like his body's been stuck in permanent

taunt, eyes flicking up to him. "Your dick's been

since the council meeting."

"Taryn," he warns, but

this if you keep-"

already breaking. "You

his whole

him writhe like a

more words. Just

heaves as though he just ran through the forest in his Lycan form.

I kiss the tip as a cherry on top and before he can register, I swallow him whole, pushing through my throat

my saliva, bobbing up

take my time because he deserves

time I let guilt get in

I want is

against the

not to lose it. His thighs

you," he

hum against him.

and feral. His fingers are in my hair

I'm the last fucking thing tethering

the second

wild energy starts pouring off him like static. His eyes keep shifting-green to gold to crimson. His wolf's

but Enoch

"Mate he snarls. "Fuck-mine."

I don't stop.

his thighs start

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when his voice turns into something

name like it's a

once.

if you don't stop

to. And I want

my hand and climb on

chest is still rising and falling like a war drum.

And I know I've

But I don't gloat.

close, forehead against his, lips