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.

my 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

he mutters against me, the vibration sending electricity inside my throbbing hole.

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you this," I

know," he smirks, eyes gleaming. "That's why I'm going

seconds from losing it. From sobbing his name like I never hated him. Like I

feel one

I call, I could feel my body following his fingers. Begging-urging

when

But I'm already falling. I feel it. The edge.

long, tortured moan slips out of my

orgasm like a fucking car

useless.

he's ever had, I want to slap him. And also kiss him until we both forget how much

look wrecked,"

like a walking

commit

wildness in his eyes now. Something unhinged. Dark. Possessive. That part of him I never got to meet properly back then-the

I whisper. "I'll fuck

to be told

cave

cave like thunder-low,

his forest green irises are swallowed up by red-his wolf is itching for control.

just hungry.

don't

bare chest, slick with sweat and heat from the fire we didn't build. That's all us. Us, and this fucking tension that's been clawing at our throats for a

kneeling between his legs, "You don't get to fuck me

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I slapped him. Then he smiles-all teeth. “You're insane,” he rasps, breath

lost his mind

again. My hands slide over his thighs-muscle, tension, heat, and something twitching with anticipation.

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

hard it's like his body's been stuck in permanent blue-ball

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

since the council meeting."

"Taryn," he warns, but

this if you keep-"

is already breaking. "You

wrap my hand around him and his whole

I watch him writhe like a fucking god. I have the King in my

words.

through the forest in his Lycan form. Muscles twitch

and before he can register, I swallow him whole, pushing through

my saliva, bobbing up and

he deserves

is the last fucking time I let guilt get in the way of what I

I want

back against the

to lose it. His thighs tense around me, breath hissing

you,"

him. "Sure you

fingers

Just holding on like I'm the last fucking thing tethering him to

feel it the

twitch. His voice fractures, That wild energy starts pouring off him like

to take over, but

"Mate he snarls. "Fuck-mine."

I don't stop.

his

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his voice turns into something

name like it's a goddamn prayer and a curse

once.

you don't stop right

to. And I

hand and climb

belonged. His chest is still rising and falling like a war drum.

wrecked. And I

But I don't gloat.

in close, forehead against his, lips brushing his