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, I'm holding on

desperation

I'm a fucking idiot.

whisper, but the words die

him. I can't tell him I'm scared. That I'm afraid I'll fall for him all

just to watch him walk away.

anyway. My head tilts to the side, giving him more access

begging him

hovering right over

damn close to giving in. So

Celeste.

my mind, waking me

a fiancée. A gorgeous, high-status, probably-perfect-in-every-way

me with things

and I

I shove him.

Hard.

clenched into fists as though he's

through the thick, suffocating tension between us. "Don't

jaw ticks. "Do

"Act like I'm yours."

eyes darken. "You

Something inside me snaps.

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been?" My voice rises, trembling with something I refuse to name. "Where were you when I had to scrape my fucking life together, piece by piece? Where were

choke on

off playing King. While you were off

doesn't say anything. He just stares. Just watches. As though he's trying to figure out if I'm about to break

Probably both.

voice is quieter now, but it cuts just the same. “You don't get to show up, touch me like that,

clenches, his breathing ragged. He looks torn between punching a wall and throwing me over his

both.

a choice?" he finally growls, his voice like gravel,

body hot with frustration and something else, something I don't want to fucking

name it, buried beneath the storm of whatever war he's fighting inside his

His voice is quieter now,

"That's what I

ticks. He exhales sharply, raking a hand through

body coiled tight though

care.

myself care,

can't

my shoulders. "Let

sharpens, something unreadable flashing

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

bitter on

me for a long, suffocating moment. Then, slowly, he steps

way he looks at me, as if he's seeing me for the

makes my throat tighten.

for this. I

it feel like a

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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and Jacob's voice crashes into the room like

grenade.

Everything shatters.

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through the air, raw and pissed the fuck

flashing with fury, his jaw clenched so tight I swear his teeth might

My stomach drops.

crossed, eyebrows raised though he just

ever seen.

completely unfazed. "I just saved you both