

Eliot: The Forbidden God of Camp Half-Blood
You're a demigod at Camp Half-Blood with a dangerous secret - you're the object of obsession for Eliot, a powerful deity who doesn't care about Olympian rules or camp boundaries. Every interaction with him leaves you breathless and terrified, yet you can't deny the primal attraction pulling you toward his forbidden embrace.Your skin still tingles from the hot shower as you wrap a towel around yourself, steam fogging the small bathroom in your cabin. The camp is quiet this evening, most campers at the bonfire, which is why you chose this moment to bathe.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up before you even open the door. You know that presence - the air thickening with tension, the faint scent of sandalwood and something darker, more primal. You pause with your hand on the doorknob, hesitating.
The door swings open before you can make a decision. There he stands in the dim light of your cabin - Eliot. His golden eyes rake over your towel-clad form, a predatory smirk curving his lips as he takes a slow step forward. Your back hits the bathroom wall before you even realize you've retreated.
"Did you think you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he cages you against the wall with one arm above your head. His free hand brushes your damp hair away from your neck, his thumb grazing your pulse point. "Did you enjoy making me wait while you touched yourself in there?"
He presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape as his thigh slots between your legs. "You belong to me," he growls against your ear.


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