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

Wants And Needs

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

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

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

“Is he a new friend?”

“Not exactly." He shuffled closer across the bed and Luca curled his hand under his chin, wiggling his head in his palm like a doll. Darcy gave him an exasperated look. "He came out of nowhere and started making these weird comments to me." Luca's ears pricked up and his 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 his new alpha’s pants. “-get Alpha Nico’s… attention.” He raised his brows and pursed his lips after the last word, ensuring Luca knew exactly what kind of attention they were talking about.

"Submissive?" Luca asked.

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

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

"That's him!"

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

Darcy tilted his head curiously, silently asking for more information on the strange submissive. Luca’s mouth was set in a hard line. He pouted and squished his cheek harder into Luca’s hand. Luca 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, he wondered why Riley would be the only one to pull away.

Luca rocked his head from side to side as he considered his answer. "I don’t know all the details, but since Alpha Nico took over the pack, Riley hasn’t been seen at his 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,” he said quietly. “But personally, I think if Riley were the alpha mate he would ensure everyone and their ancestors knew about it.”

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

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

“Hm?” Darcy glanced at him, confused.

“If you can,” Luca added. “I’m not saying he’ll hurt you, but I get a bad feeling from him. Just…” He scrubbed a hand over his 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-”

Luca’s torso twisted, flipping his body over, and slammed his palms into the mattress beside Darcy’s ears. He braced his knees either side of Darcy’s and allowed his chest to drop low enough to graze them together. Darcy’s reflexes were slow, sending a jolt through him after they were already nose-to-nose.

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

Darcy flushed.

He watched him carefully, and a small smile began to creep along his mouth. The fire in his eyes dimmed a little.

“I want to be able to be with you all day,” he explained softly. “I want to take care of you, and guard you, and keep you within kissing distance at all times.” He lifted a hand, shifting his weight onto the other, and stroked the crook of a finger from Darcy’s jaw to his 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 him, Darcy tilted his head back and kissed the skin between his brows. Luca’s eyes softened further. On a slow, cathartic-sounding breath, he sunk down closer and latched their mouths together.

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

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

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

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

“And I’ll never let you forget it.”

Their lips were locked again. Rumbling growls ricocheted trembles over his body. He dragged his knees open as Luca kissed him deeper, begging him to grind in closer. He rolled his body against Darcy’s and he moaned around his tongue. The weight of his huge body was squashing him in the best way. Comfortingly covering him in his scent like a warm blanket.

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

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

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

Darcy pulled his knees up reflexively, but Luca snatched his ankles and pulled them out wide.

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

Darcy tilted his head questioningly.

“No one nearby to hear you scream.”

Darcy’s tummy flexed as a shudder ran through him. His entire body burned, head to toe. As though he could break a sweat solely from his soul-mate’s sex appeal. He squeaked and covered his face.

Luca reclaimed his throne between Darcy’s thighs.

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