Beta Bully (F/F) - Chapter 42 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Wants And Needs

“Actually, I wanted to ask you about this girl I met.”

“You’re moving on to a newer model already?” Luna teased.

“Well, she has all the shiny new upgrades that us girls need,” Darcy replied with a wink.

“Is she a new friend?”

“Not exactly." She shuffled closer across the bed and Luna curled her hand under her chin, wiggling her head in her palm like a doll. Darcy gave her an exasperated look. "She came out of nowhere and started making these weird comments to me." Luna's ears pricked up and her eyes switched from weary to alert in an instant. "Implying that I was trying to-” Darcy shrugged awkwardly, suddenly not sure how to phrase being accused of trying to get into her new alpha’s pants. “-get Alpha Nico’s… attention.” She raised her brows and pursed her lips after the last word, ensuring Luna knew exactly what kind of attention they were talking about.

"Submissive?" Luna asked.

Darcy replied eagerly, "Yep, and blond - really blond!"

"Hair all twisted with pins and bows and shit?"

"That's her!"

"Ah, yeah." Luna nodded with a grim expression. "That’s Riley."

Darcy tilted her head curiously, silently asking for more information on the strange submissive. Luna’s mouth was set in a hard line. She pouted and squished her cheek harder into her hand. Luna sighed.

"You remember when I told you that Alpha Nico and Beta Oli had a friend they grew up with?"

"Riley is the third musketeer?" Darcy guessed.

"Exactly. They were very close."

"They’re not anymore?" Nico and Oli seemed attached at the hip, she wondered why Riley would be the only one to pull away.

Luna rocked her head from side to side as she considered her answer. "I don’t know all the details, but since Alpha Nico took over the pack, Riley hasn’t been seen at her heels as much anymore. That might just be because they hang out in private, though."

“Private?” Darcy repeated, heavy with insinuation.

“You wouldn’t be the first person to wonder if there was something there,” she said quietly. “But personally, I think if Riley were the alpha mate she would ensure everyone and their ancestors knew about it.”

Darcy nodded. “I got the same feeling from her,” she said. Prideful and believing herself to be better than anyone else. Especially Darcy. Clearly, Riley actually cared about ‘the ladder’ as she’d called it. Darcy wondered if her confrontation had been an attempt to disguise her own secret desires as Darcy's.

Luna interrupted her thoughts. “Stay away from her.” It wasn’t said with venom, but her words were stern.

“Hm?” Darcy glanced at her, confused.

“If you can,” Luna added. “I’m not saying she’ll hurt you, but I get a bad feeling from her. Just…” She scrubbed a hand over her forehead, smoothing the shallow creases of concern that had appeared there. “With my workload increasing so much, I can’t watch over you all the time-”

Darcy huffed. “I don’t need you to watch-”

Luna’s torso twisted, flipping her body over, and slammed her palms into the mattress beside Darcy’s ears. She braced her knees either side of Darcy’s and allowed her chest to drop low enough to graze them against each other. Darcy’s reflexes were slow, sending a jolt through her after they were already nose-to-nose.

“-but I want to, Darcy,” she growled. There wasn’t anger in her expression, or in the emotional emanation that pressed Darcy deeper into the bedding. Instead, desire. Fatigue. Worry. Mostly desire.

Darcy flushed.

Luna watched her carefully, and a small smile began to creep along her mouth. The fire in her eyes dimmed a little.

“I want to be able to be with you all day,” she explained softly. “I want to take care of you, and guard you, and keep you within kissing distance at all times.” She lifted a hand, shifting her weight onto the other, and stroked the crook of a finger from Darcy’s jaw to her cheek. “I know you’re never further away than the pack boundaries, but it still feels too far.”

Without the words to comfort or reassure her, Darcy tilted her head back and kissed the skin between her brows. Luna’s eyes softened further. On a slow, cathartic-sounding breath, she sunk down closer and latched her mouth to Darcy’s.

With her balance shifted to her elbows, she used her free hands to squeeze Darcy’s cheeks. The squish pushed her lips out and she chuckled into her mouth. Darcy kicked her feet against the sheets in response and the hands slid down her throat. Occasionally pressing the delicate skin with a pulse of extra firm grip that had her thighs twitching under her.

“How have you become more jealous and possessive now that we’re together?” Darcy mused through half-lidded eyes. She thought back to the kitchen, where Luna had been horrified after she used Beta Oli’s name in a sentence while she had been trying to nibble on her. Now she was worried about some submissive messing with her. As if Darcy was no match for some girl just a few inches taller than her. As though all the time Riley clearly spent preening herself would have built up a supreme upper body strength.

“It’s only going to get worse,” Luna promised.

Her face warmed even further when she mumbled, “I’m all yours now.”

“And I’ll never let you forget it.”

Their lips were locked again. Rumbling growls ricocheted trembles over her body. She dragged her knees open as Luna kissed her deeper, begging her to grind in closer. Luna rolled her body against hers and she moaned around her tongue. The weight of her huge body was squashing her in the best way. Comfortingly covering her in her scent like a warm blanket.

Sliding down her body, Luna released her tongue and mouthed her way round her jaw. Canines scraping the tender flesh of her throat coated a fuzzy filter over Darcy’s brain. Hormones swirling. It was the first morning all over again. The air was heady and her limbs heavy. Darcy wanted to surrender herself over to Luna, offer her body up like a gift to a god.

She dragged her sweatshirt off, revealing nothing underneath but her peachy pink skin. Luna kissed each of her nipples extra gently and Darcy kissed her back on the forehead. It wasn’t often that part of her was close enough for Darcy to touch.

Long fingers dipped under the waistband of her lounge pants. Golden eyes darted up to meet hers, gaining silent permission. Darcy bobbed her head, suddenly shy. It was only the second time Luna was going to see between her legs without the swimsuit. She was still acclimatising to the sensation of her soul-mate’s gaze on her skin. The hunger that came with it. Luna ripped them down with her underwear still attached and tossed them over her shoulder.

Darcy pulled her knees up reflexively, but Luna snatched her ankles and pulled them out wide.

“I’m so glad they gave us the top floor suite,” she said.

Darcy tilted her head questioningly.

“No one nearby to hear you scream.”

Darcy’s tummy flexed as a shudder ran through her. Her entire body burned, head to toe. As though she could break a sweat solely from her soul-mate’s sex appeal. She squeaked and covered her face.

Luna reclaimed her throne between Darcy’s thighs.

Once the sun finally returned to the sky, Darcy was hoarse. And officially mated. Luna clutched her to her chest, refusing to release so much as a pinky from trapping Darcy against her. Darcy watched her sleep until the alarm sounded, and another long day was upon them.