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.

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

time, almost tender. But there's desperation in his voice, and it cracks something inside me.

fucking idiot. That's

the

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

to watch him walk

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

him

his lips hovering right over my skin. "I need

damn close to giving in. So fucking

Celeste.

into my mind, waking me

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

me with things that aren't his fucking mark

and I do what I should've done the second

I shove him.

Hard.

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

thick, suffocating tension between us.

jaw ticks.

"Act like I'm yours."

eyes darken. "You are

Something inside me snaps.

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were you when I had to scrape my fucking life

choke on the

you were off playing King. While you were off

Just watches. As though he's trying to figure

Probably both.

the same. “You

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

both.

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

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

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

think?" His voice is quieter now,

"That's what

exhales sharply,

though he's barely

don't care.

myself

I can't fucking break

square my shoulders. "Let me go,

something unreadable

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

tastes bitter on my

Then, slowly, he steps back, his eyes

me, as if he's seeing

makes my throat tighten.

I asked for this. I told him to

it

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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Jacob's voice

grenade.

Everything shatters.

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the air, raw

the intrusion, flashing with fury, his

My stomach drops.

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

ever seen.

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