Dashing Devil Omnibus 2: Books 4-6, page 150
“You are so good at this,” she sighed, her voice dripping with lust and admiration as she ground her swollen clit against his lips.
Boyd decided this was as good a time as any to show her what a man with a shape-changing tongue could do. The big demon’s tongue flicked at her entrance, then darted back inside as it grew long and curled up inside her.
Laura gasped for air.
He felt the pleasure course through their Bond, an intense thrill of electricity that zinged through her body.
Laura's moans grew loud, frantic even as his tongue prowled her most intimate parts. He felt her body twitch and tremble, her muscles tightening around him. Her breath hitched before she cried out his name in pleasure. Her hips bucked and she clung to his wings as her orgasm wracked her body with waves of pleasure.
Boyd pulled away slowly, giving her time to catch her breath as he lowered her feet to the floor of the shower. She stared up at him, green eyes wide and looking like someone who’d just discovered they’d won some massive prize.
“Holy shit... That was... Incredible,” she breathed out, her voice slightly raw.
Boyd smiled down at her, his golden eyes filled with a warmth that became a different kind of heat when her fingers coiled around his rigid cock. He found nothing got him harder than getting one of his women off.
“But now it’s your turn.”
Her eyes held a heat of their own as she slipped from his grasp and down to her knees. She had another moment, marveling at her prize once she was down there, inspecting his length and girth with her eyes and fingers.
“It’s quite imposing.” Her voice took on a husky timbre as she leaned close. Laura’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin under his rim, sending a ripple of anticipation through his body.
He took his size not adjusting as a sign that she wanted to be slightly intimidated as her tongue snuck out to taste the precum at his tip. Boyd groaned softly as Laura ran her tongue over the head of his cock. It felt incredible, and the gaze she gave him as she did so sent a shiver down his spine. She looked up at him the whole time, her eyes filled with desire, and he knew that she wanted this to be the most intimate moment they had shared to that point.
She wrapped her hands around his base with a gentle squeeze that sent a rush through him. Then, she began to lick along the length of his shaft, taking her time to tease and tantalize him. Her pale green eyes never left his as she began to work in tender, slow kisses up and down his length before focusing on his swollen head. The warmth and softness of her lips felt heavenly, and he could sense that she was thoroughly enjoying his rather vocal response.
One of her hands left the base of his cock and sought out his balls, cupping and massaging them gently. As Laura continued to tease him with her lips and tongue, Boyd felt the pleasure building like a storm inside of him. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking the wet strands to show his appreciation as he let out yet another low groan of pleasure.
Finally, after a long and leisurely exploration, she positioned herself to take him into her mouth. Still maintaining eye contact, her lips encased the head of his cock. Her mouth stretched around him, moaning softly as she tried to take more in. She moved deliberately, teasing him with shallow strokes, her gaze locked with his.
The hand that remained on his shaft began to shift up and down in a twisting motion, its rhythm matching the pace of her lips. Her tongue writhed and wriggled under the head of his cock and the portion of his shaft she could pull into her eager mouth. She apparently still wanted him large, and even enjoyed the fact that he barely fit in her mouth.
Boyd certainly wasn’t complaining.
Laura wasn’t as practiced as Silvie, nor did she have the advantages that Mindy enjoyed. She didn’t have the experience augmented natural talent of Raev, or the slightly perverted curiosity of Tinker. And he didn’t believe anyone could be as eager as Hope.
Nevertheless, Laura brought new skills to the task—skills that were driving him crazy.
There was just something about the woman that set her apart. He could see it in the pale green eyes that remained locked on his, somehow pinning him in place, though he couldn’t completely define what that something was.
Laura worked him masterfully with her mouth and hands, and he could feel his release building inside him. Her moans and the way she looked up at him with those lustful eyes sprayed gas onto the fire.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and so he finally spoke. His voice was rough with need when he said, “Laura... I’m—”
He sensed a spike of anticipation rise within her. Someone must really have been hyping the orgasms his lovers received when he released in their mouths. Most likely Hope, if he had to guess.
Laura redoubled her efforts, giving an eager moan that urged him to fill her mouth.
He surrendered to the rising tide of pleasure and his orgasm tore through his body. His cock pulsed in Laura’s mouth, releasing a torrent of seed that she readily swallowed. As she did, she trembled slightly, her pale green eyes drifting back into her head as the powerful climax that suddenly flowered within her overloaded her synapses.
Once again, they entered that strange state where he and each of his lovers were all one for a while. After being congratulated for a successful climax—which was weird, but only in that it was beginning to become normal for him—the state faded away. Laura swallowed through it all and let out a long, low, moan as they both came down from their peaks and started descending the other side.
When he’d regained a semblance of control, Boyd saw that Laura had pulled back, a strand of saliva trailing from her lips to his shaft. She smiled up at him, lips swollen and slick, eyes radiating a combination of love and satisfaction.
“Seven hells,” she breathed, “if anything, they undersold it. No wonder Hope crawls under your desk every morning. Dirty little angel.”
Boyd chuckled, still slightly dazed from the intensity of their connection and the pleasure they’d shared. He reached down, gently wiping away the remnants of the intimate act from her chin, his gaze never leaving hers.
He helped her to her feet and guided her out of the shower. Boyd was filled with a new urge, a need to complete their union now that it was so close. “Laura,” he rumbled smoothly as he collected a soft, fluffy towel and began to dry her. “I just want to reiterate that after the fourth time, I consider us permanently bound. Essentially married.”
Laura's smile widened as she looked up at him. “I don't think I could ever get enough of you.” Her voice was laced with the faintest hint of laughter. “But yes, I’m aware of the commitment, and am very eager to finish making it.”
“Okay, good,” he replied with a relieved exhalation. It wasn’t really in doubt; she had made the decision months ago. But it still felt important to ask.
Once she was dry, Laura grabbed a fresh towel and dried the big demon off enough to avoid soaking the sheets. They stopped by the kitchen for a light snack and more water, during which time one of them was always touching the other in some casually intimate way. There weren’t many words exchanged, though there were plenty of heated and meaningful looks.
When they made their way back to the large bed on the open platform, moving together, it was with a sense of mounting excitement. There had been a shift in Laura somewhere along the way, Boyd noted. The minor dominance games she liked to play and the competitiveness that he had enjoyed igniting melted away.
He sensed that she wanted this round to be different. She wanted passion, to be made love to without there being any room for thoughts about who would come out on top.
When they crawled into the bed together, Laura slid under him and gripped his hips with her thighs. Her arms coiled around his neck and his cock naturally found its way to nuzzle at the entrance to heaven.
“I’m ready,” she breathed, staring up into his eyes with love and tender passion.
He sensed that she wanted something she didn’t think was appropriate to ask for, though, and paused to examine the sensation. Their Bond was strong enough to give him some idea of the source… it seemed she really liked his Black Flame. From there, it was easy enough to guess what she wanted.
Boyd pushed his Black Flame into his eyes.
Laura became a constellation of pale green orbs of light a shade or two lighter than her eyes. She was as bright as her newly official B-Ranking suggested, her pools fairly even. Her center pool had been brighter than the pool in her head, but they had all grown to match one another when she was Enhanced. Boyd dialed it back, allowing his eyes to burn with the shadowy fire without it affecting his vision.
“Yeah, that’s just as hot as I thought it would be,” Laura breathed before biting her lip hard enough that Boyd grew concerned he would see blood.
To prevent that outcome, he chose that moment to slide into her.
“Oh,” her lips parted in an ‘O’ with her gasp, successfully saving her lower lip. He kept smoothly pushing into her, slowly but deliberately.
“Oh yes!”
The shout that escaped her lips when he was fully seated inside of her sent shivers down his spine. Her eyes, now glowing with a mix of love and hunger, locked onto his as he began to move inside her. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his fingers gently playing with strands of her still slightly damp hair.
Boyd began to thrust, slowly at first, savoring the way Laura's warmth enveloped him. Her hips rose to meet his motions, smoothly matching his pace as her arms tightened around his neck. She moaned softly as the tempo built. They found a natural harmony that maximized their pleasures without rushing either towards the precipice of orgasm.
The big demon couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the woman that lay beneath him. Her skin glowed under the soft light that shone through the tall windows, a light which also danced in her eyes. She was a woman of strength and passion, one who had chosen the path of a Hero, and the courage that took only added to her allure.
Laura's voice was soft and breathy as she arched her back to bring him into her deepest places as she whispered, “Kiss me.”
Boyd dipped his head and claimed her lips, kissing her deeply. Their tongues mingled as their passion continued to build, but did not compete. The rhythm of his thrusts increased, his strokes deep and firm, although he couldn’t be sure which of them wanted that.
“Mnff,” she moaned into the kiss before breaking it and panting, “So fucking good. How… mnff… are you so good?”
“I’m loving an amazing woman,” he rumbled, though he recognized the question was rhetorical.
Their pleasure only grew from there, each thrust and caress drawing them closer to the edge. Laura’s breathing hitched and she writhed beneath him, her body molding perfectly to his. Her arms tightened around his neck as if she never wanted to let go, and her green eyes became windows to a desperate need.
He heeded that need, and their pace quickened even further. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved in perfect sync, each thrust driving them closer to the peak of shared ecstasy.
Laura’s voice grew hoarse, her words barely audible over the gasps and moans that filled the air. “Oh… oh… Boyd… I’m so close… fuck me… make me—!”
Her words trailed off as he plunged into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his thrust slammed her into the soft sheets. The luxury bed creaked dangerously, making him question the reinforcement the advertisements had promised.
Fortunately, it held.
With that final, powerful thrust Boyd released inside of Laura, dragging her over the edge with him. Her body shook, arching beneath him as her orgasm peaked, her nails digging into his shoulders and holding him close. Her inner muscles clenched him, milking his cock for all she could.
She let out a long, low cry that filled the penthouse.
Once again, they were one. Laura was thrilled, understanding that she was now a permanent part of their strange but loving family. Everyone else was just as happy, conveying their satisfaction—both that it was done, along with amusement that it had taken so long.
Their unity faded quickly, as it always did. They returned to their individuality, though with new insights into the other.
“Whew!” Laura blew out a breath. “Is it always so satisfying?”
Boyd gave her a crooked grin, his eyes softening with affection. “Depends, but it can get even more satisfying, if you’re up for round four… or five… or six… or…”
“Alright, alright,” Laura laughed softly, grinning up at him, “I get the idea.” Then she stretched languidly under him, a pleased glint entering her eyes as his golden orbs roamed over her at the provocative movement. “We’ll start with round four and go from there.”
Chapter 41
Laura no longer had any doubts about Boyd being able to keep up with so many women—not after their seventh round didn’t even seem to slow him down. She was certain he could have gone all night if he let himself, and still be up bright and early for his pre-patrol reports and training.
She found herself wondering how Silvie, even with her S-Ranked durability and stamina, had kept up with him on her own for a couple of years.
No wonder the woman had so casually dropped the invitation to pursue her boyfriend all those months ago when she’d first met the… complicated young Hero. Of course, Laura could never have predicted that the seemingly innocent comment about pursuing Boyd would lead to her becoming a Hero. But now here she was, suited up for her first official patrol as a Hero, the morning-after smile still clinging to her lips.
Thankfully, she wasn’t sore because she was now ‘sisters’ with an S-Ranked healing angel. It would have been embarrassing as all get out if some civilian noticed she was walking funny on today’s patrol and put two and two together. They had gathered in the Tower before starting their patrol in the bay that had been modified to allow the Osprey to discreetly enter and exit the building when they used it as a staging ground.
The Captain—because Laura wasn’t all that fond of her man’s Hero moniker, ‘Devil’…dashing or not… and he’d drilled it into her a thousand times that wasn’t supposed to think of him as Boyd while they were on the job—was going over everyone’s patrol routes one more time before they set out.
Tinker would remain in the Osprey, circling overhead under full stealth protocols. Hopewing and Mind Witch would be with the Captain most of the time, but he would split off from time to time for aerial flights. Silver could cover the most ground, given her speed, so she was their floater.
Which left Laura with Kitsune, officially her field trainer. They’d been assigned to a smaller area than the others, one with relatively low Powered Violent Crime statistics. It was a middle-class area with a college, a few parks, and some commercial zones that should make it reasonably busy during their day shift, but not crowded.
The Captain had said they were easing her in and getting her in the public eye all at once, which she appreciated. She’d had enough of being thrust straight into the hottest part of the fire the other day. Laura was happy to take on a nice, low simmer for her first shift—especially after such a lovely evening.
“Alright, any questions?” the Captain asked the group.
His gorgeous golden eyes lingered on her as they scanned the team that had circled up around him. He’d done a good job at respecting her experience and competence, but she could tell he was still just a little concerned about her being with them in the field. It was sweet.
“Should we be sticking to the sixty-forty split between foot and grav-bike patrol recommended in the Hero’s Handbook?”
Laura and Raev were deploying with the bikes, but their Captain hadn’t specified how to use them. She mostly asked the question to demonstrate that she was both paying attention and knew what she was doing. Asking the right thing often made people more confident about your abilities; it was better than assuming they thought you knew your job and not asking anything.
The Captain beamed at her, and she was suddenly glad she’d never been a swooner. She noticed that Hopewing, who was standing right next to her, caught some of the effect and dipped about an inch as she literally went weak in the knees.
“Good question,” the big demon rumbled happily. “I’m leaving that sort of thing to Kitsune’s discretion, but she will likely keep you on foot as much as possible. We’re sending you into an area filled with young families and college students.” He smirked. “Lots of personal cameras. Time to start getting that gorgeous face of yours out there so we can get you named and properly announced.”
Kitsune smirked, her green eyes gleaming playfully. “Don’t worry Laur. We’ll make sure you’re the talk of the town by the end of the day. You already got a lot of attention this morning. Having those News2 drones do a few flybys of your rooftop date was genius. You got the private experience and the attention of the gossip-hungry masses at the same time.”
“The public has already pieced together that you met in the Tower’s hospital and transferred out to the base with us,” Silver added with a bright smile. “Jill, or the News2 anchor’s writers at least, correctly guessed that you attended the World Hero Commencement Gala with Director Davis so you could go without being Darling’s date. More importantly, Phil sent in a request to pull your record from your time as a Tower employee. They know that you should only be D-Rank. He literally told Kayla that if you are the B-Ranked trainee that is joining The Devoted today, then someone on the team has to be an Enhancer. You’ll be the first confirmed Enhanced in three hundred years. You’ll be big news!”
“Won’t that retroactively transfer to you?” Laura asked, then thought about it before turning to Mind Witch. “Sorry, you were the first Enhanced.”
“That’s all stuff that will be figured out later.” Silver waved it off. “You will be the first one they can point to and say with certainty has been Enhanced. It was almost Kitsune with her pretty tails, but with how the timing worked out, it’ll be you instead!”
