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Today must be the luckiest day of my life. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket later? Never in a million years did I think Eli would gift me with such an important and filthy task…..not that Eli is filthy! No, she is perfect- it’s my head that’s dirty.
Ever since Eli agreed to this, I haven’t been able to think of a single logical thought that didn’t involve sex. We are in the bathroom now, and I probably have the dumbest grin on my lips while Eli is undressing.
I look her over with predatory eyes, my cock growing harder when she removes her bra to-wait, why is she picking up the blue towel?!
My eyes widen at the disappointment I’m seeing. Eli is in the middle of wrapping her naked body in a towel, and I snort. “Why are you hiding your body in a towel? I thought you agreed to let me bathe you.”
Instead of anger, a blush spreads over Eli’s pretty little face, and my irritation immediately simmers down. All I want to do now is to kiss her to make her even more red. It would be easy to do it, too. I didn’t think it would be easy to embarrass my mate, but it seems I underestimated the mate bond. Now that we are mated, Eli is beginning to see me as a man, and that’s heating things up.
“I…I know that’s what we agreed on, but I’m not very confident naked,” Eli mumbles shyly before looking up at me with a faint smile. “And before you say anything-no, I don’t think I’m ugly or anything. I know I’m pretty with my blonde hair and amazing facial features, yet, despite that, I also have this voice inside my head…”
I raise an eyebrow. “A voice?”
“Mhm,” she laughs. “Fuck, why am I telling you about inner voices? You probably think I sound crazy…”
All women are crazy; this includes Eli, but it would be suicidal to tell a woman she is crazy.
So, like every man on this planet, I lie, “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”
“…really?”
“Of course not.”
“And if I tell you something really weird? Will you think I’m crazy then?”
“No! That won’t change a thing. I promise.”
Her eyes narrow in suspicion, and it’s hard not to laugh. Why does she have to be so fucking adorable? I have to bite my bottom lip so a laugh doesn’t slip out, and that’s the right move since Eli finally seems to relent and decide I’m worthy of her trust.
“Okay,” she begins in a slow voice as if testing the waters, “so I have this unrealistic idea that people would somehow be able to tell I have werewolf cancer by looking at my naked body.”
Eli isn’t lying. I can feel her inner pain through the mate bond, and it’s such a strong taste of self-hatred that I
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can barely breathe. It takes everything I have not to crush my little mate against my chest and tell her she is wrong. Eli means everything to me, but I’m afraid she would take it the wrong way if I consoled her.
Eli is a woman who likes to be independent. She would probably see it as me trying to “baby” her, and then she would get mad since part of her still sees me as her “little stepbrother,” who really isn’t so little anymore…
“Eli,” I say gently, taking a step towards her. “I promise you, there’s nothing about your body that looks sick or unwell.”
She places her hands on her shoulders as if giving herself a hug and releases a deep breath before those mesmerizing eyes look directly up into mine.
“You really mean that?” Eli asks softly, vulnerability shining in her eyes.
My heart aches when I see the glitter in her eyes. She suddenly looks so small and I have to fight double-time not to hug her. Fuck, I want nothing more than to kiss her and tell her over and over that she is perfect in
every way.
But words probably wouldn’t help her. How could you ever hope to cure a deep-rooted insecurity that’s been brewing for years in a few simple words? The answer is that you can’t. If I want to show Eli that she is beautiful, then I need to show it through my actions.
So here I walk through the ashes of nothing into the fire of everything by closing the distance between us. It might be a fool’s mistake, but how can I make progress by doing nothing at all? I can’t be scared forever. Besides, maybe Eli is into guys who are inexperienced but willing to try everything…probably not, but thinking that makes me less afraid when I cup her face in my hands.
“Cam…” Eli whispers. “Wh-what are you doing?”
I search her face before answering her in a scared voice, “Breaking the rules because even if going slow is what you want, I’m not sure if we have the time. If we don’t, then I don’t want to waste another moment of not being with the woman I was meant to hold in my arms.”
Eli parts her lips and closes them, opens them again, but then closes them. It’s as if she can’t find the words, and when she has finally had enough of her brain, she decides to act rather than talk by dropping her towel on the floor.
My heart races in response and my hands drop to my sides from the shock of her undressing, but I can’t disrespect her by looking. I’m filled with desire, yet I’m careful not to look at her naked body as she stares into my eyes, though I want nothing more than to gawk at her.
“You know, I thought staying away from you would be the responsible decision,” Eli begins. “I’m sick, and making you fall in love with someone who might die soon felt… wrong. But here you are, a gorgeous Alpha fighting like hell to make me his-how is a girl supposed to resist?”
I swear my blood boils when I hear Eli’s playful yet sarcastic tone. It’s so much like the Eli I know-the fearless and brave one-that I almost come right there and then in my boxers.
And Eli’s eyes tell me she knows exactly how bewitches I am by her. “Well, well, well, did the cat get your tongue, Cam? Why are you suddenly so quiet?”
Fucking hell, just who is the embarrassed one now? It’s been a full minute, and I’m still too captivated by her
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As my gaze meets her curious one, she smirks. “A second ago, you had such big, romantic words, Camden, “She takes a step closer and places her hands on my chest, stroking the area before whispering, “What happened?”
I groan inwardly. Is she trying to kill me?
The answer must be yes because a second later, Eli busies her hands with trying to take off my T-shirt. She slowly rolls it up, her eyes widening a little at seeing my v-lines and abs. It’s nothing new to her gaze, but I won’t complain about my main appreciating me. I regain some of my confidence because of it and try my hardest not to smile when I prove to be way too tall for Eli to pull my T-shirt up over my head.
Her sharp eyes suddenly dig into mine. “Take it off,” she says in an order, not a question. “And wipe that smirk off your face. You might be taller than me, but I’m still the one in control here.”
My cock presses against my boxers while my pulse hammers against my neck, but I ignore my hormones. Instead I focus on Eli’s small, round face, her big brown eyes that look up at me with such curiosity. Does she know that I’m a slave to them already?
I obediently pull my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside. Eli’s eyes rake hungrily over my newly exposed chest and abs, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The heated look she gives me makes my already hard cock twitch in my boxers.
“Eli…” I say, my voice coming out rougher than intended. “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to rush into anything if you’re not ready.”
I have no idea why I am hesitating now, especially since I’m one second away from kissing this woman, but luckily, slowing down isn’t what Eli wants at all, and she proves that with her next action.
She stands on her tiptoes and places a finger on my lips. “Shh, no more stalling. I told you I’m in control here, and I want you naked in the shower with me.” Her hand trails down my chest, and I suppress a shiver when her nails scrape my skin. Eli smiles at that and meets my eyes. “Any objections to that?”
“None whatsoever,” I breathe out as her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers.
With a wicked grin, Eli slowly drags my underwear down, freeing my aching erection. It springs up, bobbing heavily between us. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in my size, but there’s no fear or hesitation, only desire darkening her gaze.
Eli steps back, crooking a finger at me. “Come on, big boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She turns and saunters to the shower. It gives me the perfect view of her ass, and I nearly trip over myself in my haste to follow her, kicking my boxers to the corner of the bathroom as I go.
The shower is already running, steam filling the bathroom as we step under the warm spray together. Eli tips her head back, and it must be a calculated move designed to make men like me fall on our heads because the image I get is illegally sexy. Rivulets stream down her curvy body, between her breasts, over her stomach, and down her hips. I want to trace every single drop with my tongue.
As if reading my mind, Eli hands me a loofah, a challenge in her chocolate eyes. “Go ahead, Camden. Show me how thoroughly you can wash me.”
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I take the sponge and pick up a bottle of body wash. Eli lifts an eyebrow, and with shaking hands, I squirt some of the stuff on it. Why am I so goddamn nervous? I’m a grown-ass man and the Alpha of my pack, yet here I am, acting like an inexperienced pup. Get a grip, Cam….
Working up a lather, I start at Eli’s small shoulders, gently scrubbing her smooth skin in circular motions. Eli hums in approval, her eyes fluttering shut as I work my way down her arms and across her collarbones.
I
pause as I reach her breasts, the loofah hovering uncertainly. Eli cracks an eye open, smirking at my hesitation.
“Don’t be shy now,” she purrs, arching her back to thrust her chest towards me. “I want you to hold me, touch me, worship me…God knows I won’t leave this bathroom before you’ve licked every inch of my body.”
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