Chapter 187: MINE (He Lunged)

Alpha Thunderfang swayed a step into Nova, staring at something above her head. One hand held hers. The other caught the basin’s edge.

Nova’s legs were shaking but she was not willing to let this man fall. She held firm. Her other hand, on her bad arm, came out on instinct in case he fell. She gently touched him.

His head snapped down to her hand.

She moved it right away.

"You alright there, Alpha?" Tavian asked in a low voice, so only the people around the basin could hear.

Alpha Thunderfang did not answer him or seem to hear him. He was staring at the spot Nova had touched his arm.

Then his eyes snapped from his arm onto Nova’s face.

Her throat bobbed once. "Alpha Thunderfang?"

"MINE."

He lunged.

WHAM.

Nova’s back hit the stone. She was flat on the ground. The pain in her shoulder didn’t register because Alpha Thunderfang’s fangs were in her goddamn neck.

Chaos erupted everywhere. All of it felt distant.

Tavian and Sebastian lunged, both stopping when they saw.

Elders were rushing forward.

Hundreds of voices went up at once, the tiers surging to their feet, pack members climbing over benches to see, to flee, to understand. The priestess had backed into the wall. The elders were shouting over each other. Somewhere a scream started and got swallowed by the roar of everyone else.

Tavian moved before anyone else in leadership did.

"OUT." His voice cracked across the hall like a whip, cutting over the chaos. "You didn’t see this. None of you saw this. Move your feet before I move them for you." He was already striding down the tiers, hauling the nearest pack members toward the exits, pointing captains at the doors. "Clear the chamber. Move them. Go."

Then venom flowed into her bloodstream. It felt like liquid ecstasy and made her want to rip her clothes off. Every rational thought she’d had caught fire. Something ancient and starving was pulsing through her all at once and it wanted only one thing.

Alpha Thunderfang’s hips ground into her once. Twice. Again. She started to orgasm just like this. The need pounded through her again.

He immediately went faster. Fully rutting.

The captains caught up to Tavian fast, forming a line, herding the crowd towards the stone archways in a flood of confused bodies and craning necks.

And they walked, because a Beta’s command left no room to do anything else.

Tavian kept moving through them, blocking sightlines with his own body, his usual grin nowhere, every inch the Beta now instead of the clown.

"Seal the doors behind them and let no one back in. I don’t care who asks." He planted himself between the fallen pair and the last of the gawking tiers, arms spread, immovable. "Whatever you think you saw, you didn’t. Walk."

The second the chamber doors closed, Alpha Thunderfang ripped Nova’s dress. She was vaguely aware of this. His fangs were still in her neck. She wanted him to take his clothes off too.

His pants were down.

Nova’s back was pinned to the cold stone, dress already half-shredded from the first violent yank. His fangs were still buried in the side of her neck, venom pulsing in thick, hot pulses that turned every nerve into liquid fire.

She could feel the sharp tips shifting against her skin every time his hips jerked, the claiming bite locking them together.

She wanted him to take the rest of her dress off. She wanted to feel his skin on her skin. She was burning up and she needed that like she needed air.

His free hand fisted the remaining fabric between her breasts and tore. The dress split down the front with a sharp rip. Cool air hit wet skin.

He shoved her thighs wide and pushed against her entrance.

She was a virgin. So tight the tip barely breached her. Nova’s breath hitched, a broken sound caught between pain and the overwhelming need the venom was pouring into her. Her walls fluttered, resisting, then yielding just enough for him to push.

He drove forward again. Another thrust. Then another. On the fourth, the head pushed past her hymen with a sharp burn, taking her virginity on the stone floor of a sacred hall.

Nova’s back arched off the stone as a sharp, burning stretch tore through her.

He groaned satisfied into her neck, moving rapidly.

Each one drove him further, her virgin walls gripping and dragging along every inch, hot and impossibly tight, fighting to take him.

Blood and arousal mixed, eased the way just enough for him to sink deeper.

Hard. Fast. Primal. Each thrust slammed her against the stone, driving his cock deep enough that she felt him in her stomach.

Her tight walls dragged along every ridge, clinging, trying to hold him even as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.

Her hands were in his hair. She was moaning.

Her abs contracted. An orgasm went through her whole body. He groaned again louder, satisfied, still holding onto her neck.

Nova couldn’t think. The venom made every stroke feel like pure ecstasy layered over the stretch and burn of being split open for the first time.

Her cunt fluttered and clenched, milking him, still so tight it was almost too much. He snarled, hips snapping faster, grinding deep on every thrust so the base of his cock rubbed her clit. She was going to cum again.

He didn’t pull out. Didn’t slow down. Just kept marking and fucking her through it, the brutal stretch of his cock inside her virgin cunt all happening at once.

Before the third orgasm, he let go of her just enough to say, "That’s it. Fuck my cock with your virgin cunt, baby," before he latched back down again, more venom going into her system.

Nova’s vision whited out. The pressure built too fast. A broken sound tore out of her throat as she came, walls clamping down hard around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock while her whole body shook.

He snarled into the bite.

The first hot pulse of cum flooded her, then another, and another. He kept coming in heavy spurts, filling her.

Nova’s orgasm dragged on, her tight walls fluttering and squeezing around him and the cum he was pumping into her.

The world started sliding sideways. Her orgasm didn’t stop so much as melt, dissolving into a heavy, drugging pull that softened every edge. Her eyes fought to stay open. She lost. The dark came up soft and total and she sank into it with his cum still filling her and his fangs still in her neck.

???

STORMREST HOSPITAL — ICU

Derek’s eyes snapped open.

Gold. All gold, the wolf at the surface and nothing human left to temper it. His chest heaved. The monitors screamed. His hand shot out and closed around the bed rail and bent it.

A healer burst through the door and froze at the sight of a man who had been unconscious for a week sitting bolt upright, soaked in sweat, his eyes blazing gold, his lips already moving around a single word.

"Nova."