Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 111

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.

He pins 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 flicking my clit with a precision that has me biting down on my wrist to muffle the scream building in my throat.

“You taste like sin,” he mutters against me, the vibration sending electricity inside my throbbing hole. “I fucking missed this.”

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“I never gave you this,” I rasp.

“I know,” he smirks, eyes gleaming. “That’s why I’m going to take my damn time.”

I’m seconds from losing it. From sobbing his name like I never hated him. Like I never almost ruined him.

His tongue doesn’t stop, not even I feel one thick finger dragging itself around my

Pussy Holy shit.

“E–enoch…” I call, I could feel my body following his fingers. Begging–urging to be touched for more.

“Shh…” He murmurs and before I knew it, “Ah!” I groan when I feel it inside me. One digit pumping in and out.

I jerk, thighs trembling, nails digging into his scalp like I’m trying to anchor myself to something real. But I’m already falling. I feel it. The edge. It’s there. One more stroke. One more curl of his fingers.

“Enoch–oh my God–ah!” A long, tortured moan slips out of my lips. The sound

echoing ten more times in the cave as I break. Hard. 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 wall, my legs

useless.

When he finally pulls 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 how much we hurt.

“You look wrecked,” he says, smug.

“You look like a walking sin.”

“Want to commit a few more?”

I stare at him, chest heaving. There’s a wildness in his eyes now. Something unhinged. Dark. Possessive. That part of him I never got to meet properly back then–the Alpha King.

“Get up,” I whisper. “I’ll fuck you and I’ll mean it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

cave

His growl rips through the cave like thunder–low, guttural, primal. His pupils dilate so hard his forest green irises are swallowed up by red–his wolf is itching for control. He‘

s not just hungry. He’s starving.

But I don’t let him move.

My hands press against his 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 month. Since the Maldives. Since everything fell apart.

“Not yet,” I whisper, kneeling between his legs, “You don’t get to fuck me until I say so.”

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He blinks like I slapped him. Then he smiles–all teeth. “You’re insane,” he rasps, breath catching.

“You’re the one who lost his mind the second I said your name.”

I lean down before he can open that pretty mouth again. My hands slide over his thighs–muscle, tension, heat, and something twitching with anticipation. His cock is thick and throbbing, the veins bulging out, I’m almost afraid of what I had gotten myself into.

He’s so hard it’s like his body’s been stuck in permanent blue–ball limbo.

“You sure?” I taunt, eyes flicking up to him. “Your dick’s been saying otherwise since the council meeting.”

“Taryn,” he warns, but his voice is already breaking. “You think I’m gonna survive this if you keep-”

I wrap my hand around him and his whole body jerks. “Fuck…” and my chest feels so tight as I watch him writhe like a fucking god. I have the King in my hands.

No more words. Just that.

His chest heaves as though he just ran through the forest in his Lycan form. Muscles twitch under his skin. And I swear I see his canines pushing through.

Slowly, I kiss the tip as a cherry on top and before he can register, I swallow him whole, pushing through my throat as his precum drip out in my mouth. It’s salty as I coat his cock in my saliva, bobbing up and down fast.

I take my time because he deserves it. Because I deserve it.

Because this is the last fucking time I let guilt get in the way of what I want.

And what I want is him.

He throws his head back against the cave wall, fists clenching into the blankets like he‘ s trying not to lose it. His thighs tense around me, breath hissing through gritted teeth.

“I hate you,” he chokes out.

I hum against him. “Sure you do.”

He growls again–low and feral. His fingers are in my hair now, tugging, not guiding. Just holding on like I’m the last fucking thing tethering him to sanity.

I feel it the second he starts/slipping.

His hips twitch. His voice fractures, That wild energy starts pouring off him like static. His eyes keep shifting–green to gold to crimson. His wolf’s howling under his skin, begging to take over, but Enoch is barely holding him back.

“Mate he snarls. “Fuck–mine.”

I don’t stop.

Not when his thighs start trembling.

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Not when his voice turns into something inhuman.

Not even when he says my name like it’s a goddamn prayer and a curse all at once.

“Taryn–fuck–baby, if you don’t stop right now-

I stop. Only because I want to. And I want to see him fucking break.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and climb on top of him like it’s where I’ve always belonged. His chest is still rising and falling like a war drum. His face is wrecked. And I know I’ve won.

But I don’t gloat.

I lean in close, forehead against his, lips brushing his mouth. “Now you can fuck me.”

His snarl is instant. Animalistic. Possessive. Unhinged.

And the second I straddle him fully, his hands are on my hips, yanking me down like he‘ s afraid I’ll disappear again. His grip bruises. I don’t care. I spread my legs wider, my knees digging into the thick wolf pelts under us. The cave smells like moss, damp stone, pine sap, and him.

He thrusts up without warning. Hard. Deep. Desperate,

We both cry out.