Claimed By My Stepbrother novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Ethan POV

The steam rolled around me, thick and beckoning, as I stepped into the shower. Hot water fell over my shoulders, pounding into the knots of tension and loosening them one by one. I pressed my palms flat against the cold tile, bowing my head under the stream, letting the heat seep into my skin.

But it wasn’t enough.

Camila.

Her name slammed into me like a tidal wave, drowning out everything else. My wolf stirred beneath the surface, pacing restlessly, claws scraping at the edges of my control. His growl echoed in my chest, low and insistent. He wanted her- hell, we wanted her- and there was no denying it.

My cock twitched, heavy and throbbing with need, as thoughts of her blurred into fantasies.

I thought about the feel of her hips under my hands, the way her body would mold against mine. The thought of pulling her close, of feeling her bare skin against me, had heat pooling low in my gut.

My wolf snarled, demanding more, his hunger amplifying my own. It wasn’t just lust- it was primal. A need that burned through every vein, every muscle. Desire had its claws in me, dragging me out the dark and throwing me headfirst into the flames. Toward her.

I wanted her, plain and simple. Needed her in ways that terrified me.

The water wasn’t washing it away. It wasn’t dulling the ache. If anything, it was fueling it, stoking the fire until I was sure I would go insane if I didn’t satisfy the need.

I pressed one hand against the cold tile, the other wrapping firmly around my throbbing length. A low, guttural growl rumbled in my chest as I fought to keep quiet, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. The sensation was a cruel mix of relief and frustration- because it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t her.

My mind betrayed me, conjuring the image I craved. Her soft hands replacing mine, her lips wrapped around me, taking me in with that perfect mix of innocence and confidence. My fingers would tangle in her hair, guiding her, controlling her, while she knelt before me.

I would let the guilt hit me later. Right now, I just needed a few strokes to quiet the thirst clawing at me- the insatiable hunger to claim her, body and soul.

I imagined those full lips opening, welcoming me inside, I dragged my tight fist up to the crown as water hit the back of my head. My grip forced moisture to well up and out of the slit. Imagining her eager tongue sweeping out to taste it, I stroked roughly down to the root.

“Fuck,” I muttered, fisting my free hand against the tile.

I pictured myself tugging down the neckline of her shirt of hers to find her braless, her nipples hard points begging for my attention even as she worked my dick with her mouth.

My hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own, thrusting into my fist.

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Chapter 23

“Just one more.” That was the lle I kept telling myself. One more stroke, and I would stop.

Except in my fantasy, Camila wasn’t on her knees anymore. She was on top of me, straddling me like she owned me. That slick heat from her pussy barely hidden by some flimsy strip of silk- useless, really. My mouth was on her breast, and the thought of dragging my tongue over one of those dusky pink peaks had me swallowing hard, heat crawling up my

neck.

My hand had forgotten about the one stroke limit and was moving in swift, mean jerks up and down my length. My hips followed, thrusting into the rhythm like I was chasing something I would never catch. The tight ache in my halls was building, a heavy, pulsing demand that mocked me because no matter how good my hand felt, it wasn’t her. It wasn’t enough.

I imagined dragging the silk of her pants to the side, gripped her hips like I would go insane if I didn’t, and thrust home. Hard. Deep. Every inch of me swallowed by her heat, her body.

“Fuck yes.” I cursed, snapping my head backwards.

I swear I could almost hear her gasp, feel her body tense as I pushed deeper. My fist slammed against the tile- once, twice- like I was trying to keep myself grounded, but it was no use.

I was already too far gone, my fist a fucking blur as it serviced my grateful cock.

Her lips would part on a breathless cry as I sucked her other nipple, teasing it until it was hard under my tongue. My hands would anchor her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rode me, clinging to me like I was the only thing holding her together.

did.

Because she would need me- need me to take her over that edge, to make her fall apart. And God, I’d make sure she

“Ethan.”

I could almost hear her breathe my name as it built between us. As her sweet pussy got tighter and tighter around me.

I could see those brown eyes turned hazy, like she was lost in the moment, and I couldn’t look away. I could still taste the softness of her velvet–smooth nipple on my tongue, feel the tight clench as her greedy little muscles locked down on every inch of my length. Pulling me in deeper, like she couldn’t get enough.

“Camila.” I punched the wall again.

She would cum hard and long. The kind of orgasm that would leave her limp enough for me to pick her up and carry her to bed afterward. The kind that would give me no choice but to follow her down, emptying myself inside her. Marking

her as mine.

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