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

The First Morning

Luna’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 she would look upon her for the first time, it was almost too much to bear. If she didn’t respect Luna’s wishes so much, Darcy 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. Luna hadn’t laid out the schedule for her the day before, so if anyone was expecting them to be dressed and ready soon… she may have to rely on some birthday girl good spirit if the party were to get delayed.

How she 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. Luna’s mother would be running a tight ship, it’s not like she needed her daughter’s help to get things in order. No, better to let her rest.

Luna's 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 her eyes opened. She didn’t dare leave her side for a bathroom mirror check.

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

A pair of gold coins were pointed at her. Deadly still like every other feature of her beautiful face. Darcy smiled at her. Luna exhaled slowly and a grin broke free.

Before she could even draw the breath to greet her, she was flipped to her back. Luna had rolled onto her, pressing her into the bed with only her presence. Darcy squeaked and flinched back instinctively. Luna's cheek grazed hers, rubbing her scent over her deliberately and comfortingly.

Darcy breathed her in deeply.

Luna nuzzled Darcy’s neck with the edge of her nose, coating her even further in her unique stamp of ownership. Darcy’s thighs quivered under her. She parted them slightly to allow her even closer access.

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

Luna dove down and pushed their lips together roughly. A rush of endorphins hit her with her taste. Darcy grappled with her pyjama top, her fingers scrabbling at her back to pull her closer. She needed to be caged by her, overwhelmed with her scent, crushed beneath her weight. Luna's 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 her soul-mate.

Their mouths peeled apart, but Luna’s breath continued to pant into hers.

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

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

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

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

“Yours,” she whined.

With a long grown into her collarbone, Luna stilled.

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

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

Luna 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,” Luna said with another laugh. “And you know I would love to fuck the deal, and fuck you.” Luna's 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.” Luna pecked her forehead and dragged herself back stiffly to sit at the foot of the bed. She was taking slow breaths with her 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! Darcy wanted her, and she wanted Darcy. She could feel it. As though overnight she had gained a sixth sense for her soul-mate’s desires. It pulsed through her. Hot and desperate.

Luna 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 Luna’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 her for sex. She had clung to Luna and almost flat-out asked her to fuck her. Luna. 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.”

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

“Don’t laugh at me!” she grumbled. She threw a pillow at her and Luna caught it with one hand. It wouldn’t have hit her even if she 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,” she replied with a grin. “I need a shower, anyway. Unless you need to go first?” Luna winked dirty insinuation at her and she batted it away with another pillow.

“Go away,” she groaned.

Luna took herself into the bathroom obediently and Darcy slumped face-down into the bed again.

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

In nothing but a towel around her waist, she stood at the foot of the bed with her cocky grin, and damp hair, and abs that needed licking. Her bare breasts had Darcy in a choke-hold for almost a full minute, unable to drag her eyes away.

She shook her head and scrambled off the bed. She took the bathroom and washed up quickly while Luna 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, Luna lead Darcy out into the titled members house to join the party. It was starting in minutes and according to the frantic text from her mother, guests were already arriving. Luna was nonplussed by the news and took Darcy’s hand as they walked away from her bedroom.

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

Luna gave her a running commentary as they walked through the house of what the 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.