Dashing devil omnibus 2.., p.67
Dashing Devil Omnibus 2: Books 4-6, page 67
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. 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 in 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. They 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.
Boyd 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 smiled up at him from her knees before rising back to her feet, her eyes stalled on his manhood. She remained 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. Then, 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.
When her big azure blue eyes looked up at him he found the same innocence they always contained, even as he sank past her lips. He almost came right then and there.
Locking that down, Boyd reached down to cup her perfect cheek and drew her away. Keeping his voice as smooth as possible, he rumbled, “We can explore that later. But for now, I need you.”
Her eyes lit up in delight and the raging fire that had been banked for so long rose to consume her core, a shiver running through her and down her wings. Hope sprang back to her feet, spun around to face the bed, and leaned over it. She planted her hands on the mattress, arched her back, and stuck that perfect heart-shaped ass of hers up at him.
White feathered wings extended out half-way, flattening out without unfolding and she turned to stare at him over her shoulder. Her expression still conveyed complete innocence, even as she presented herself for him to claim.
“I’m yours, please take me.”
Hearing those words come from those lips made something snap within Boyd.
He had intended to stick with missionary for their first time, mostly so he could judge her pleasure by her expression. Once he’d declared his intent to accept Hope into their family, Silvie had filled him in on a few interesting details. Namely, that in all their experimenting, Hope had never permitted penetration—with either fingers or toys—and had never taken another lover.
He wanted to ensure her first time was everything she hoped it could be.
Fortunately, he had a better understanding of the Bond now, and with him forcibly holding it open, could tell that this was everything she had always hoped it would be. Hope didn’t want to give herself to him, she wanted to be taken. There was something behind that, something he’d need to explore, but he knew without a doubt that it was important to her that she be claimed by her man—and she’d hoped and wanted that man to be him since she was far too young to have determined that.
With that in mind, the big demon stepped into place behind her and made some adjustments. The big demon leaned far enough over his angel to grab her wrists, one in each hand, as his tail snaked up her side. He pulled both of her wrists behind her back and locked them there with a big crimson hand, before pushing her chest down to the bed.
Boyd was careful not to cause discomfort, despite sensing that she wouldn’t mind it—even expected it. He would build up to that, if that was to his angel’s tastes, but couldn’t bring himself to go that far their first time.
“You’re so strong,” she moaned as she turned her head to look at him out of the side of her eye, tugging at his hold in a way that made it clear she didn’t want to break it—not that she could with physical strength alone.
“Oh… I can’t get away!” Her flute-like voice still carried an unmistakable purity as she wiggled her amazing ass at him.
“You’re mine now and I’ll never let you get away,” Boyd rumbled, adding a little extra gravel to his voice in response to what he sensed she wanted over their Bond.
Placing his free hand on her hip in a steadying grip, his tail snaked around one of her ankles and slid it further apart from the other, spreading her legs a bit more.
“Never? You’re going to keep me?” Hope asked. There was a quiver in her sweet voice that sounded like fear, but signified her excitement.
His hand left her hip long enough to line himself up and seat his tip within her dripping lower lips. Hope was very excited by the situation and Boyd thanked whatever powers that be for his Power because it helped him play the role she wanted—no, that she needed him to.
“Oh! Mmnnn!” Hope let out a surprised gasp followed by an excited noise.
She didn’t push back against him, but that shiver again went through her, setting her feathers to rustling across her back. Their tips brushed the crown of his aching cock where they crossed beneath the round globes of her bum. It felt amazing—especially when combined with the gripping warmth of the woman herself.
His hand went back to her hip as he pushed forward into her, not overly surprised that his large cock didn’t shrink down at all—despite her virginity. He met resistance for the briefest moment and was prepared to lock the flash of pain he knew she would experience away as he pushed passed it using his Power. He restrained the urge, however, when he sensed how much she cherished that pain and what it signified.
“Ah!”
Her responding cry contained more excitement than pain, another shiver creating that feather rustling sound he knew would quickly become one of his favorite things to hear. Boyd didn’t stop pushing forward until he was firmly seated in her core, completely enveloped by her clenching velvet grip.
“You’ve done it,” she panted. Hope craned her neck around as much as she could to give him one of her brilliant smiles, pure joy shining in her azure orbs. “You’ve made me yours.”
Boyd smiled back at her, showing her the warmth the moment filled him with for just a few seconds before settling his expression in what she wanted to see from him. It wasn’t much of a stretch.
