Chapter 196: The Hottest Bath In Thunderfang

The hottest bath in Thunderfang history was not hot because of the water. The water was cold, actually. Derek Thunderfang had gotten in the bath with the full intent of cooling Nova’s fever.

One thing led to another, and Derek Thunderfang was now inside of Nova, blissfully unaware that his brother had just claimed her as the Luna of Thunderfang to every High Elder of Helix.

The Goddess, if she was watching, had a front-row seat to the most catastrophic clusterfuck in Helix history.

Two Thunderfang brothers. One woman. One bathtub. One doorframe that was not going to survive the next two minutes.

That was a future Nova problem.

Current Nova was fire and Derek’s skin was the only relief. Current Nova’s memory was a bit foggy. Current Nova believed she was a virgin up until one minute ago. Current Nova was incorrect on that, but that was also a future Nova problem.

Right now she was just a woman in a bath, losing her virginity with a man she had missed for a week.

Venom was flowing through Nova like liquid lightning.

Derek snarled against her neck, fangs still buried. One of his hands slid lower through the water, finding her ass, and he pushed a finger in.

She gasped, sharp and shocked, but her hips moved faster anyway, slamming back onto him and his hand.

"Mine," he growled into the bite, voice rough. "Take it. Fuck yourself on both of them."

Her body responded to him completely, clenching, shuddering, driving down harder. His finger burned inside her, hot and intense from the venom still flooding her system, the stretch and the heat making her gasp again and ride him even quicker, desperate and overwhelming.

"Derek..." she moaned, unable to stop moving.

Water went everywhere, sloshing hard over the edges and spilling across the floor with every frantic movement.

The heat had a heartbeat of its own now, separate from hers. Slower. Deeper. It pulsed through her in rhythms that matched nothing in the room and the pulsing was getting stronger and bringing her closer to something she couldn’t see the edge of.

BANG.

The double doors of Alpha Thunderfang’s bathing chamber slammed opened.

"DEREK! WHAT THE FUCK."

The voice was familiar. Her instinct was to turn to it.

Derek’s hand went to the back of Nova’s head at that moment, to prevent her from moving her head. Then she remembered his fangs were in her neck so she couldn’t have turned. Her mind was jumbled, completely at Derek’s mercy.

The pleasure broke over her so hard her vision went white. Her entire body spasmed hard around Derek, the sensation was so intense her lungs forgot to work.

He groaned under her like he could sense it. His hips jerked faster. He began pulsing into her, fingers still working her ass, fangs locked in the mark the whole time while she spasmed and milked him through it.

"GET YOUR FANGS OUT OF HER NECK. RIGHT NOW."

The command hit the room like a detonation. Nova felt it in her chest before she heard it in her ears.

Something behind her sternum lurched toward the voice, physically, involuntarily, like a compass needle swinging north, and the lurch conflicted with every other signal her body was receiving because her body was holding onto Derek and her chest was pulling towards the door.

Derek didn’t stop.

The pressure was rising again.

A roar sounded from nearby, followed by shattering. The sound came from the same place the marking had come from, somewhere primal and possessive. The roar echoed off the stone walls.

CRACK.

The bathroom lights blew out. All of them. Simultaneously. The only light left was the glow pulsing from the bath water and their glowing bodies.

More heat rolled through her like a wave. Like the venom was going for round two.

"STOP." The words were an Alpha command, that made every muscle in Nova’s body lock.

She gasped. Her body went rigid on Derek. Her hips weren’t moving.

Derek moved faster, fucking her hard, holding her head in place and her body against his.

The orgasm that hit was harder than the first one, not being able to move was making it more intense. Derek groaned into her mark loudly.

"SHE HAS A MARK ON HER, DEREK. SHE HAS A MARK. MY MARK."

It was Alpha Thunderfang’s voice. It finally registered. That was why the voice sounded familiar. Nova was naked in the bath getting fucked with the Alpha right there. She should be freaking out at the current moment. But her thoughts were jumbled.

Then the tone of his voice registered. It was wrong. It was doing something to her chest. Something wasn’t right here.

She wanted to go to him. She wanted to comfort him. He was not alright.

"I want to go to him," she heard herself say.

She didn’t understand why she said it or why it felt true. Derek was inside her, around her, his fangs in her neck, his hands holding her in place, and her body was saying his name and her chest was saying someone else’s and the two were pulling in opposite directions and the pulling was going to break something.

A growl erupted through her neck, where Derek was biting her in response. The growl was not like a growl she had ever heard from him before. It was almost vicious and vibrated through her entire body.

His hips jerked faster.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum poured into her, volume after volume, filling her so completely the pressure swelled and forced it back out around his cock in hot, overflowing spurts. Her body spasmed and clenched around him, milking the endless load as he held her tight.

She couldn’t move.

"DEREK. I WILL KILL YOU." His voice cracked through the steam like a whip. The door frame groaned under his grip.

Everything got heavy. Her eyelids. Her limbs. The water. His arms. She was sinking into him the way a body sinks into sleep after not having enough of it, and the sinking felt like safety and the safety felt like him and she stopped fighting it.