Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

My pulse is a fucking war drum.

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It pounds in my ears, each beat louder than the last, drowning out everything but him-his scent, his breath, his goddamn hands caging me against the desk as ifl belong here, like I belong to him.

I should shove him away. Scratch at his arms. Sink my fucking teeth into his skin if

I have to. Anything to break whatever fucked-up spell he has over me.

But I don't.

I fucking can't.

Not when his lips are brushing against my throat, his breath warm, teasing, full of unspoken promises that twist something deep inside me.

His lips graze my throat, right over the sensitive spot where his mark would go. His breath is hot and ragged, making me shiver as goosebumps crawl up my skin. I can't think. I can barely breathe.

"Fuck...I gasp, fingers curling around the edge of the desk to ground myself.

Enoch's growl vibrates against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make my toes curl. "A crescent moon," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Would look fucking perfect right here."

My entire body locks up.

Oh, hell no. His voice is low, rough, dangerously close to a growl. His fingers tighten on my waist, pressing me harder against the desk like he needs me still, needs me here, needs me to let him fucking do this.

My breath stutters. I hate that he can hear it. Hate that he can feel the way my body reacts, the way my fucking resolve crumbles under the weight of him.

"I shouldn't..." My voice is barely there, a whisper between us. A weak, pathetic thing compared to the fire eating me alive from the inside out.

"But you want to."

His lips press against the sensitive spot right where his mark would go. He doesn't bite. Doesn't sink his teeth into me the way a real mate would.

But he's right fucking there.

And I want him to.

No. No, I don't.

My hands fly to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. To push him away? To pull him closer? I don't even know anymore. I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything except let myself sink deeper into this fucked-up black hole of wanting something I shouldn't.

Something that isn't mine.

I can taste the tension on my tongue, thick and suffocating, clogging the air between us.

"Enoch..." My voice shakes, barely above a whisper. I can't let this happen. I shouldn't. He's engaged. To Celeste. The woman who's probably already picking out wedding napkins and planning her little reign as Luna.

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But his mouth is still moving, trailing down my neck, his teeth scraping just

enough to send a jolt of heat straight between my legs.

My traitorous body arches into him, and I fucking hate myself for it.

"Stop." I murmur, but there's no conviction in my voice.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't even pause. His lips brush lower, his tongue tracing a sinful path that leaves me panting.

"Let me claim you," he growls, voice dripping with pure possessiveness.

My eyes squeeze shut, my heart pounding so loud I'm sure he can hear it. I know what happens if he marks me. There's no \coming back from that. No pretending this is just a fucked-up situation with no feelings involved. And I'm not ready for

that.

into his arms. But instead of pulling him away,

But there's desperation in his voice, and

a fucking idiot.

the words die

can't tell him. I can't tell him I'm scared.

to watch him walk away.

tilts to the side, giving him more access

I'm begging him

breathes, his lips hovering right over my skin. "I

so damn close to

Celeste.

my mind, waking me the

A gorgeous, high-status,

him touch me. Letting him brand me with things that aren't

up, and I do what I

I shove him.

Hard.

clenched into fists as though he's trying to hold something back. As if he's trying not to

thick, suffocating tension between us.

ticks. "Do

"Act like I'm yours."

eyes darken. "You

Something inside me snaps.

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to name. "Where were you when I had to scrape my fucking life together, piece by piece? Where were you when I was barely holding myself

on

you were off playing King. While you were

though he's trying to figure out

Probably both.

you, Enoch." My voice is quieter now, but it cuts just the same. “You don't get to show up, touch

looks torn between punching a wall and throwing me

both.

I had a choice?" he finally growls, his voice like

something else, something I don't want to fucking name. "You had a fucking choice.

face. It's gone before I can name it, buried beneath the storm of whatever war

that what you think?" His voice is

"That's

ticks. He exhales sharply,

coiled tight though he's barely holding

don't care. I can't

I let myself

can't fucking break

square my shoulders. "Let

something unreadable flashing in his

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

lie tastes bitter on

long, suffocating moment. Then, slowly, he

at me, as if he's seeing me

makes my throat tighten.

I told

does it feel like a

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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voice crashes into the room like a

grenade.

Everything shatters.

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vibrating through the air, raw

snap toward the intrusion, flashing with fury, his jaw clenched so tight I swear

My stomach drops.

eyebrows raised though

ever seen.

yeah," Jacob drawls, sounding completely unfazed. "I just saved you both from making the biggest mistake of your