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.

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

time, almost tender. But there's desperation

fucking idiot.

I whisper, but the

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

just to watch

body betrays me anyway. My head tilts to the side, giving him

I'm begging him to

right over my skin. "I

close to giving in.

Celeste.

slams into my mind,

fiancée. A gorgeous, high-status,

me. Letting him brand me with things that aren't his fucking mark but

entire body locking up, and I do what I should've done

I shove him.

Hard.

fists as though he's trying to hold something back. As if he's

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

ticks.

"Act like I'm yours."

darken.

Something inside me snaps.

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

on

were off playing King. While you were

though he's trying to figure out if I'm about to break apart or

Probably both.

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

his breathing ragged. He looks torn between punching a wall

both.

a choice?" he finally growls, his voice like

hot with frustration and something else, something I don't want to fucking name. "You had a fucking choice. And you

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

that what you think?" His voice is quieter now,

hard. "That's what

muscle in his jaw ticks. He exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair,

though he's barely holding himself

care.

let myself

can't fucking break

square my shoulders. "Let me

sharpens, something unreadable flashing

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

bitter on my

moment. Then, slowly, he steps

at me, as if

makes my throat tighten.

I

it feel

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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door slams open, and Jacob's voice crashes

grenade.

Everything shatters.

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back, his growl vibrating through the air, raw and

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

My stomach drops.

crossed, eyebrows raised though he just walked in on the most ridiculous thing

ever seen.

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