Dashing devil 5 bold beg.., p.11
Dashing Devil 5: Bold Beginnings, page 11
Daisy wasn’t ready to give up though, the poor thing. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I just followed the recipe."
Hope wasn’t done. "It's more than just following a recipe. Your passion and skill made all the difference, I can taste it! You have a true gift.” She turned to Boyd and murmured, “more please,” before opening her mouth.
Daisy continued her attempt to deflect the compliment while Hope chewed behind a dainty hand. "I appreciate your kind words, but cooking isn’t that complicated.”
“I’m sure it’s easy to someone who knows what they are doing and enjoys doing it,” Mindy filled in while Hope was busy chewing her cheesy morsel.
“Well… I guess I kind of enjoy it,” Daisy replied with a non-committal shrug of her slender shoulders, eyes going to her plate.
Hope swallowed her bite and cheered with so much brightness the subtle glow that always emanated from her wings increased for a moment. "And it shows! You've created a culinary masterpiece here, and I'm truly grateful to have experienced it."
Daisy’s eyes widened as she glanced back up at the angel. Boyd saw the moment she was left with no choice but to accept the compliment—he’d been on her end of things on more than a few occasions back in the day. Hope had a completely natural aura about her that made it abundantly clear she would not stop until you gave in and accepted her gracious compliment.
“Um, thank you for your appreciation. It means a lot,” Daisy’s chin dipped, her bright hair swishing forward to partially hide her face as she quickly selected something from her plate and popped it in her mouth, effectively disengaging from the conversation.
“Oh my, what is this, an artichoke heart? It smells divine,” Hope said enthusiastically as Boyd held up an herb-crusted artichoke heart for her.
While she chewed that, Boyd enjoyed a meatball that had somehow made its way into his mouth. He blinked as he swallowed, turning to see Silvie leaning over the couch and his right shoulder by Hope’s legs, another meatball on a toothpick already prepared. She grinned as she smoothly popped it in his mouth.
“Mindy ratted you out, Darling. A light breakfast and skipping lunch? What were you thinking? You know you’re going to need fuel for the marathon… adventure… you two will soon set upon. You feed Hope and I’ll feed you, okay? It will be more efficient.”
“Thank you, my love,” Boyd grinned at his personal cheerleader after swallowing another meatball.
“Okay, that’s flipping adorable,” Raev said blithely. Turning to Mindy, who shared the opposite couch with her and Tinker, she asked, “Were they like that as kids?”
“Hmm,” Mindy pondered the question, a darkly painted fingernail resting on her chin, “in a way. Hope was too shy to talk to Boyd back then, let alone sit in his lap. The three of them were inseparable, though.”
“Boyd was a pillar for both of us,” Silvie explained while selecting another bite for him from his plate. “He was strong when we couldn’t be. Darling got us through so much... like this one time when Hope first transferred into the middle age group and an older girl tried to pick on her. Well, Boyd wasn’t having any of that. When she got one of the S-Ranked boys to bully Hope, Boyd jumped in and…”
Boyd knew the story, so paid more attention to feeding his angel. Before long, with him feeding Hope, and Silvie feeding him, both plates he’d prepared were empty. Excusing himself with a kiss to Hope’s cheek as she regaled everyone with the story of how he’d defeated Cobolto and his cronies before she healed his shattered horn and broken ribs, Boyd went to get seconds.
He bumped his hip into Raev when he came up beside her at the food table. “Great minds think alike,” he rumbled, reaching for several skewers of steak shish kebab.
With a grin, Raev snatched one of the skewers right from his hand. “Don’t mind if I do,” she quipped, before sticking the skewer in her mouth and making lewd noises as she enjoyed the meat.
Boyd glared at his kitsune, who winked cheekily at him in reply. Such behavior would not go unpunished—after he’d properly focused on Hope’s needs, that is.
‘Kuh-he!’ Mindy chortled. ‘She’s counting on it.’
Rolling his eyes, Boyd stepped behind Raev, shielding them from view with his wings as he grabbed a delectably round globe of her ass, squeezed it, then gave the misbehaving foxy woman a pinch.
“Yow!” she squeaked. “Warn a girl, alright?”
Boyd didn’t bother replying with anything other than a devilish grin and a wink.
As they both loaded up their plates with more food—primarily meat and some cheese—Boyd’s tail massaged Raev’s rump before entwining with her center tail. He and his foxy love had smiles on their face when they returned to find Hope and Silvie holding court at a full couch, as Laura now sat to Tinker’s left and Boyd’s littlest lover literally leaned into Hope to catch every word of some story about young Boyd.
Seeing how involved they were, Boyd and Raev joined Mindy on the couch directly across from the storytelling angel and her silver accomplice. Fortunately, Raev didn’t try to feed Boyd—though she did manage to snag an annoying number of bacon-wrapped steak bites from his plate. Because he had to pay close attention to the wily kitsune, he had to question if he’d seen what he thought he’d seen as Hope uncrossed and then recrossed her legs directly across from him.
He'd seen her shift several times as Silvie picked up the story about one of their riskier training sessions in the Wilds as teens, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. When she did, Boyd caught a flash of skin, but hadn’t been paying attention. This time, though, he could have sworn the flash of skin he’d seen had included a glimpse of heaven.
Boyd shook his head. His angel was much too pure to have worn what his eyes suggested she had worn under that dress—or rather, what she hadn’t worn. Hope was much too innocent to have gone commando… wasn’t she?
Just then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Raev reach out to steal the last bacon-wrapped steak bite from his plate. Whipping his head around almost as fast as his tail whipped up between them, he fended the redhead’s seeking hand off and snatched the tasty morsel up himself. Popping it into his mouth, he grinned at the frustrated kitsune. She let him finish the rest of his food in peace.
Boyd could tell that the welcoming atmosphere, happy conversation, and good food had dampened Hope’s need to be claimed at the earliest opportunity. She craved those things almost as much as she craved him. Besides, it would be impolite to leave the party before they at least had a piece of cake.
‘You mean until you have a piece of cake while Hope steals all the brownies… your dessert will come after that,’ Mindy sent with a mental snicker.
Mindy, Raev, Daisy, Laura and Tinker had put too much effort into the party to disappoint them by running off before dessert. He could tell Hope now wanted to enjoy her new family’s company for a little while… and then be roughly taken by him. The angel in question smiled sweetly at him as he wiped his lips with a napkin. Her expression and eyes were completely innocent and devoid of the lust that now simmered instead of roiled within her.
Silvie finished her story with, “… and then Hope made Boyd sit still while she spread ointment over the burns on his chest. He should have figured out that she could simply have healed him, but was too tongue-tied to protest for more than a minute or two!”
Still chuckling at the ending that had Hope’s cheeks lighting a bright pink, Mindy stood and beckoned everyone back over to the table where Daisy had several pieces of Chantilly cake set out on small plates. Everyone rose and joined her at the dessert table, oohing and aahing appropriately at the delicious looking cake. Hope oohed and aahed along with everyone else until her eyes fell on the other dessert Boyd had set off to one side.
For a moment she just blinked at the brownies, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then she darted over to snatch up the entire pan, bringing the brownies up to her nose and inhaling their chocolatey scent. “Did you bake these brownies for me, Daisy?” the angel asked.
With a wry grin and a snort, the fairy woman tilted her head at Boyd.
Hope got a calculating look in her eyes as she looked down at the nine by thirteen pan of brownies in her hands. Suddenly, the other hunger that had settled to a simmer deep within surged to new heights across their Bond as those pristine blues locked with his amber gaze.
‘What are you waiting for, my little shit?’ Mindy laughed in his head, ‘that’s your cue!’
What Boyd felt across his bond with Hope was too strong to deny. Setting down his cake after taking a large bite, he stepped towards her—his intent clear to everyone watching.
“Kuh-he!” Mindy laughed, but then called out, "Go on then... take the whole pan with you!"
Chapter 11
Boyd’s eyes remained locked on Hope as pure desire flooded their Bond. Mindy’s words acted as both permission and catalyst, triggering a decision within him. If anything was going to be taken—cue or not—it was his angel. They had stayed at the party for long enough to be polite. He’d had a bite of cake.
But now it was time for dessert.
“The cake is very good. Thank you, Daisy.” Boyd covered the last piece of social niceties before surging forward.
He was careful not to put his clawed toes through the hardwood floor, but made use of his strength to generate speed. The distance wasn’t far, and he watched Hope’s azure eyes widen in surprised delight as he made his intent clear with a smirk.
“Hee hee heeEEE,” her musical giggle extended into a thrilled squeal as he literally swept her off her feet. She clutched the brownies to her chest to stabilize them as he reached her, scooped her up, and leaped into the air. “Bye everyone! Thank yoUUIEEE,” the ‘u’ was drawn out in another squeal as Boyd’s massive wings unfurled and snapped downward to send them hurtling toward his private room.
Boyd smoothly twisted through the air with slight extensions of his wings so that they landed in front of the door with a solid thud. He stared down at his gorgeous angel as the doors slid open for them and was surprised to find none of the lust in her eyes or expression he felt burning like a roaring bonfire within her.
Hope gave him a sweet smile and there was adoration in her eyes, but they looked all too pure for the wanton lust he knew raged within.
She stared back up at him, the pan of brownies clutched to her chest preventing her from looping her arms around his neck. He struggled not to lose himself in her deep azure eyes, not wanting to walk them into a wall. Fortunately, they made it to the massive bed in the ‘medium-sized’ bedroom without any embarrassing accidents, but he wasn’t quite sure how.
Boyd carefully set her feet down on the ground and took the brownies, placing them on a corner of the huge bed to get them out of the way for now. He then pulled her against him and took her plush lips with his own. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, she moaned in delight, and he sensed across their bond how it stoked the flame she carried for him back into a blaze.
He trusted their Bond and it told him that this was what she wanted. To be taken, claimed, and then used to satisfy his lusts. The rest of it, including the somewhat worrying exhibitionist streak he thought she might carry, was all part of that. Later, he could worry about figuring out her inner proclivities that seemed to run counter to the pure aura she quite literally radiated. For now, he would let his instincts and the bond guide him.
Her hands roamed his form, gently clutching the muscles of his chest, shoulders, and back as she stretched up to meet his kiss with just as much passion as he put into it. Her tongue danced willingly with his, tangling gently with his own instead of wrestling with it. It was a combination of lust and submission that drove him wild.
She tasted amazing and her eager tongue drew out more passion from him, his angel matching it every step of the way. His hands moved to her waist, his strong fingers gripping her soft curves with satisfying firmness. Hope’s white satin dress felt luxuriously soft under his fingers, adding to the splendor of the moment.
The angel in Boyd’s arms moaned into his mouth as he took a firm grip, and he felt that blaze grow hotter within her. Eventually, though, he broke the kiss and dipped his chin to rest his forehead against hers, mindful of his horns. Staring into those deep azure eyes from so close was dangerous, especially with her taking deep and heated breaths like that.
“I’ve always loved you,” she whispered once she had the breath to do so, “and I always will.”
The simple words made Boyd’s heart skip and his head spin. Regret for the time he’d stubbornly wasted warred with excitement for the days and years to come. But now he forced himself back into the moment, saying what he should have said long ago.
“I will always love and cherish you,” he rumbled around the tightness he couldn’t begin to explain that formed in his throat.
Hope leaned her head back to brush her soft lips against his before pulling back. Her smile twisted up at the corners in wicked amusement that looked alien on her sweet features as she reached under a section of the wrapped fabric that made up her dress near her ribs with one hand and then with the other dipped her fingers under the fabric at her hip.
“I will make only one demand, Boyd, before surrendering to you completely. And that is that you must promise not to cherish me to excess,” Hope declared. And with that, she shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to her feet before him.
Boyd’s jaw dropped as he looked at her, and his right hand clutched at his chest in response to the worrying amount of time his heart stopped, skipping more than one beat. Hope was as glorious as he always knew she would be.
Her fair skin glowed with good health and purity, without a single blemish to be seen. The angelic woman had a figure normally seen only in a particularly skilled artisan's masterpiece; it defied the subtle imperfections that came with mortality. Her proportions were above perfection—something that should not be possible, but here she stood before him, eager for his gaze and more.
Her slight, feminine shoulders made her sizable breasts seem all the larger where they sat high and firm on her chest, capped by a set of perfect pink nipples that stood diamond hard at attention in anticipation. The narrow intake of her waist reversed smoothly into sweeping hips that could only be described as child-bearing. Even with one leg crossing slightly over the other in the pose she adopted for him, a gap formed between her shapely thighs that called attention to her naked sex.
A small strip of well-trimmed golden hair sat just above her naked womanhood, pink lips already inflamed and slick with her excitement for what was finally about to come. The sight reminded him of the brief glimpse he’d caught of pink when she’d teased him by uncrossing and recrossing her legs. It seemed his angelic love proved herself more than capable of going commando.
He would have to be proactive about keeping a close eye on that aura of hers.
She stepped into him, hands settling over his where it still clasped his chest. Her palms emanated the golden glow that accompanied her healing Power and warmth suffused his chest but centered on his rapidly beating heart—still thundering as it attempted to make up for too many missed beats.
“Are you okay?” she asked, amused concern in her voice dragging his eyes back up to her face. Delight burned in her eyes. “While it would be incredibly flattering, please don’t have a heart attack simply from looking at me.”
“I make no promises,” he growled, “but I’ll do my best.”
His hands went to her waist and pulled her back to him so he could reclaim her lips while her long and dexterous fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. Her warm and divinely soft hands snaked beneath his shirt as soon as the last button was undone, and began a lazy tour of his chest and abs. Boyd let his own fingers quest over the lines of her sides, down her lower back, before sinking into the soft globes of her wondrous ass as he took two possessive handfuls.
“Yes!” she hissed into the kiss, a shudder running up her form and down her wings as they extended behind her. Hope’s hands abandoned their tour to tug his shirt from Boyd’s pants before darting to the button and zipper there, her movements growing jerky as her lust and desire for him boiled over. Hope was once again desperate to be claimed, to be made his—forever.
Boyd sensed that was all there was to it. She had no expectation or concern about being Enhanced past her current S-Ranked state. There wasn’t even a small part of her that hoped she would be. The angel only wanted to be his—simply for the sake of being his.
The jerkiness of her movements smoothed out instantly as soon as she worked his pants down and pulled his length out of the simple boxers he wore underneath them. She took him with gentle fingers, their softness and warmth magnifying his sensitivity.
He groaned into the renewed kiss and he felt Hope’s lips twitch in a smile.
After getting a sense of him with her exploring fingers, she pulled away from the kiss to stare down at his member as it throbbed in her hand. After staring at him for a long moment, she let out a breathy, “Oh my…”
Her hands began to tug and pull at his unbuttoned clothing with a sudden urgency to see him naked. He helped her, pulling his shirt off as its seams flowed around his wings before tossing it to the side. Hope squatted, wings sprawling out on the floor behind her, as she pulled his pants all the way down and he stepped out of them before she threw them aside.
When she went smiled up at him from her knees before rising back to her feet, her eyes stalled on his manhood, remaining fixed on what stood proud and erect, right in her face. After an agonizing moment where Boyd felt only her attention and the warm breath that barely tickled the head of his cock, she nearly broke him again. This time, by leaning forward in a smooth motion and taking his cock between her divinely soft lips.
She suckled on him, her wet tongue softly moving over his glans. All of his loves took joy in pleasing him orally, but there was something different about how Hope approached it. Her motions were not tentative or shy, but they were entirely submissive in a way he struggled to define.
