Beta Bully (F/M) - Chapter 33 (Early Access) (Patreon)

The First Morning

Luca’s sleepy fluttering eyelids had Darcy on the brink of a heart attack. The stress of watching her soul-mate sleep, waiting solely for the moment that he would look upon her for the first time, it was almost too much to bear. If she didn’t respect his wishes so much, she would have scarpered when she first woke up. The room was filled with natural light, but she couldn’t gauge just how early or late in the morning it was. Luca hadn’t laid out the schedule for her the day before, so if anyone was expecting them to be dressed and ready soon… he may have to rely on some birthday boy good spirit if the party were to get delayed.

How he was managing to sleep through the ruckus coming from the rest of the house was a mystery. It was clear, at the very least, that they were the last ones to rise. And that everyone else had been recruited into party preparation. No one had come to rouse them, though. Luca’s mother would be running a tight ship, it’s not like she needed her son’s help to get things in order. No, better to let him rest.

His golden curls were particularly fluffy and angelic in bed-head form. Darcy had scraped back her own hair a few times with her fingers in the hopes to look more presentable when his eyes opened. She didn’t dare leave his side for a bathroom mirror check.

Finally, a flutter turned into a flicker that turned into unfurling of his light brown lashes.

A pair of gold coins were pointed at her. Deadly still like every other feature of his handsome face. She smiled at him. He exhaled slowly and a grin broke free.

Before she could even draw the breath to greet him, she was flipped to her back. He had rolled onto her, pressing her into the bed with only his presence. Darcy squeaked and flinched back instinctively. His cheek grazed hers, rubbing his scent over her deliberately and comfortingly. Darcy breathed him in deeply. He nuzzled her neck with the edge of his nose, coating her even further in his unique stamp of ownership. Darcy’s thighs quivered under him. She parted them slightly to allow him even closer access.

Luca pulled up a little, aligning their faces for just a moment. His hovering above hers. Their eyes locked and Darcy shivered.

He dove down and pushed their lips together roughly. A rush of endorphins hit her with his taste. Darcy grappled with his pyjama top, her fingers scrabbling at his back to pull him closer. She needed to be caged by him, overwhelmed with his scent, crushed beneath his weight. His tongue explored her mouth as though it were new territory. Claiming every inch. Darcy let her legs and lips fall open submissively. She offered all of herself to him.

Their mouths peeled apart, but his breath continued to pant into hers.

“Mine,” he growled. The single word reverberated through Darcy’s body.

“Yes,” she gasped back. She had always been his, even when she didn’t want to be. She had known it inside.

Her back arched under him, pressing every piece of them together. He laid his weight down onto her, sandwiching her between his body and the bed. The heavy security of it satisfied something inside of her she hadn’t known existed.

“Mine.” He dragged his canines along he side of her throat. “Mine. Mine.” He bit the edge of her ear and Darcy was shocked by a jolt of pleasure between her legs. She curled them over his hips and he ground down against her. “Mine.” He kissed his way to the base of her neck.

“Yours,” she whined.

With a long grown into her collarbone, Luca stilled.

“Shit,” he choked. His arms were trembling when he pushed himself up to lean over her. Darcy writhed against the sheets in a cloud of arousal. “I need to…” He exhaled deeply. “I need to rein myself in or we’ll be here all day.”

That sounded absolutely fine to Darcy, and she told him as much.

Luca laughed.

“We made a deal. And I promised I wouldn’t break any more of our deals.”

“Fuck the deal!” Darcy huffed.

“Hearing you swear is still so cute,” Luca said with another laugh. “And you know I would love to fuck the deal, and fuck you.” His eyelids dropped a little and Darcy couldn’t keep from swallowing nervously. Her whole body felt so hot. “But, we have a party to attend. And I’m not one for broken promises. Sorry, my love.” He pecked her forehead and dragged himself back stiffly to sit at the foot of the bed. He was taking slow breaths with his head dipped.

Darcy remained on her back in the centre of the bed. She kicked her feet into the air indignantly. Her soul-mate was so mean! She wanted him, and he wanted her. She could feel it. As though overnight she had gained a sixth sense for his desire. It pulsed through her. Hot and desperate.

Luca hopped across the room gingerly and threw the windows open, allowing even more light in. And a lot of fresh air. The crisp, unscented air smacked Darcy in the face. The fog of horny energy dissipated as quickly as it arrived when her mate’s hormones were no longer surrounding her. She was stunned still for a few moments as she realised just how easily she had been manipulated simply by Luca’s smell.

She rolled onto her front and hid her face in the sheets with her hands over the back of her head. She had been practically begging him for sex. She had clung to Luca and almost flat-out asked him to fuck her. Luca. Her ex-bully.

“You okay, Darce?”

Darcy groaned in response.

“What’s wrong?”

She peeked out from the sheets to answer, “I just want to die of shame. Nothing major.”

Luca slapped a hand to his mouth, but she could see he was losing his fight against the humour he was finding in her embarrassment.

“Don’t laugh at me!” she grumbled. She threw a pillow at him and he caught it with one hand. It wouldn’t have hit him even if he hadn’t snatched it out of the air.

“I’m sorry, my love, I just think you’re adorable.”

“Go and think that somewhere else!” she ordered grumpily.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “I need a shower, anyway. Unless you need to go first?” He winked dirty insinuation at her and she batted it away with another pillow.

“Go away,” she groaned.

He took himself into the bathroom obediently and she slumped face-down into the bed again.

When he returned, the room was filled with soapy mist and a hint of his natural scent. It was heaven that she wanted to bathe in. She pulled her head up and turned to glance at his approach over her shoulder.

In nothing but a towel, he stood at the foot of the bed with his cocky grin, and damp hair, and abs that needed licking.

Darcy shook her head and scrambled off the bed. She took the bathroom from him and washed up quickly while he dressed in the bedroom. She gave herself a burst of cold water to clear her thoughts before scrubbing herself properly under the steamy spray.

Once they were both clean and respectable-looking in their party outfits, Luca lead Darcy out into the titled members house to join the party. It was starting in minutes and according to the frantic text from his mother, guests were already arriving. Luca was nonplussed by the news and took Darcy’s hand as they walked away from his bedroom.

Darcy trotted along at his side, taking two steps for each of his. Her sundress flowed beautifully around her. Luca had matched the colour of it in his shirt. It suited him, like all colours did. Darcy had yet to see him in anything that managed to unflatter. His skin looked gorgeous as always, and smelled even better. She was in awe of him this morning.

He gave her a running commentary as they walked through the house of what rooms were for and who stayed where. When they reached the Eastern entrance, the double doors were thrown open with streamers adorning the frame and balloons rising from the steps. Through them, the party had begun.