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.

my fingers dig into his arms. But instead of pulling him away, I'm holding on

lips brush against my skin again, softer this time, almost tender. But there's desperation

fucking idiot.

the

I'm scared. That I'm afraid I'll fall for him all

watch

anyway. My head tilts to

him to bite

his lips hovering right over my

I'm so damn close to giving in.

Celeste.

slams into my mind,

has a fiancée. A gorgeous,

me with things that aren't his fucking mark but might as

my entire body locking up, and I do

I shove him.

Hard.

he's trying to hold something back. As if he's trying not to fucking lose

the thick, suffocating

ticks. "Do

"Act like I'm yours."

darken. "You are

Something inside me snaps.

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refuse to name. "Where were you when I had to scrape my fucking life together, piece by piece? Where were you when

choke on

were off playing King. While you were off

Just watches. As though he's trying to figure out if I'm

Probably both.

same. “You don't get to show up, touch me like that, and pretend

looks torn between

both.

choice?" he finally growls, his voice like gravel, rough and

My chest is rising and falling too fast, my body hot with frustration and something else, something I don't

face. It's gone before I can name it, buried beneath

what you think?" His voice is quieter

hard. "That's what

in his jaw ticks. He exhales sharply, raking

body coiled tight though he's barely holding himself

don't care. I can't

myself care, I'll

I can't fucking

my shoulders.

unreadable flashing in his

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

tastes bitter on my

Then, slowly, he steps back, his eyes never

way he looks at me, as if he's

makes my throat tighten.

asked for this. I

it feel like a

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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voice crashes into the room

grenade.

Everything shatters.

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through the air, raw and pissed

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

My stomach drops.

raised though

ever seen.

unfazed. "I just saved you both from making