Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 17
The pretty reporter walked onto the set from off camera, giving the camera a winning smile.
“Kayla,” Jill greeted her, “I believe there is an open seat next to Phil.”
“Thanks for having me, Jill,” Kayla said.
She was still in her beige skirt and red blouse. The skirt was attractively cut, but still a professional knee length with a high waist that the blouse was tucked into. It fit her snugly around the hips and waist, though its pleats hung loosely over her thighs. The blouse didn’t display any cleavage, not the way that Jill’s slightly more overt outfit did. It was buttoned almost all the way up to her neck but couldn’t hide her generous bust.
“You got pretty close to the action today, Kayla, and it was looking dicey out there. I was worried. With those beams flying around, something terrible could have happened to you,” Jill said with that overly cheery concern that some news anchors managed to perfect.
Boyd thought Jill could use a bit more practice.
“Just part of the job, Jill,” Kayla replied, and then she smiled. “It’s our responsibility to document events like these in as much detail as possible.”
As Boyd suspected, Kayla’s smile looked wide and came to her full lips easily. It was much more natural than the usual plastered-on grin most reporters wore.
“Well, I would certainly say you rose to the occasion today, Kayla.” Jill smiled back at her colleague. “So tell us, what was it like there on the scene?”
“It was a little frightening, if I’m being honest,” the honey-blonde reporter admitted. “You were right to be worried about those beams. They were hot! I could feel the heat coming off those last two.”
Kayla emoted well, her expressions were definitely a little exaggerated, but she still made it all seem natural.
“Oh, wow!” Jill gasped. “You had to be at least fifty yards away. Those beams must have been powerful.”
“They seemed to hurt Silver and we know she is pretty tough. They wounded the new guy, though it wasn’t clear how badly,” Kayla responded.
“I can’t imagine what one of those would have done to a building… or worse, a person.” Jill sounded appalled at the idea.
“That’s why the Changed Hero didn’t dodge or deflect them,” Phil added in. “He could have gotten out of the way of that last one. Instead he… well, he caught it. Without knowing the Powered Criminal’s range, he couldn’t be sure a dodged or deflected beam wouldn’t have taken a shuttle out of the sky or something.”
“It was definitely a conscious decision on his part,” Kayla said, turning to the analyst. “When I watched the footage, I realized it didn’t show up that well, but he definitely used a Power. It looked like he absorbed the beam more than he took the hit.”
“Really? I noticed a blurring around his hand right before the beam hit it on one of the camera angles, but I wasn’t sure what it might be. Did you get a good look at it?” the analyst asked.
“I was too far away to see any details,” Kayla replied, “but it looked like the light around his hand dimmed.”
“That’s too bad.” Phil was a little dejected.
“So, what else can you tell us about him?” Jill asked.
“Well, he seemed professional and efficient. I wish he’d stuck around a little longer to answer a few questions, but he did seem concerned about Silver, so I won’t complain,” Kayla responded.
“Was he as big as he looked on camera?” Jill asked.
“Honestly I thought he looked bigger in person,” Kayla smiled.
“He seemed terrifying.” The fundamentalist must have felt it was her turn to talk. “Seeing those eyes, even just through the screen, sent a chill down my spine. I can’t imagine what it would be like in person. And that’s to say nothing of the rest of his… his devilish appearance.”
It wasn’t exactly unexpected, but it still wasn’t pleasant for Boyd to hear it said out loud.
“Terrifying? Not at all,” Kayla scoffed with a shake of her head. “I honestly felt perfectly safe with him there. He’s big and obviously very powerful, but he didn’t give the impression of being dangerous… at least not dangerous to me and Craig—that’s my cameraman. His eyes are a bit unusual, but I wouldn’t call them chilling.”
Kayla tilted her head to the side, and it seemed she was looking for the right words. “I would say he looked more… more striking than scary. He was friendly and polite. He even thanked us for giving Silver some water. Although we’ve never met, he knew my name and used it.”
She shrugged, a bit of color coming to her cheeks. “Honestly, he was rather dashing. Yeah, that’s the best way I can describe him… if he’s a devil, he’s a dashing devil.”
Boyd thought that was much nicer to hear.
Watching Kayla come to his defense made him grateful to her all over again. He was sure he could find a way to express that gratitude. It wouldn’t be hard, there was a lot a Hero could do to help a budding young reporter's career.
“A dashing devil you say?” Jill’s eyes lit up.
Boyd’s eyes widened and he sat up a little. “Oh, oh no. Oh no… no… no!”
“I think that sounds a lot better than ‘unknown Changed Hero’ don’t you?” Jill said with a grin. “At least until The Authority releases his official name, that is.”
Boyd buried his face in his hands, praying that it didn’t catch on. He didn’t have an official name and The Authority had often been known to bow to public opinion in such cases.
“Dashing Devil?” Kayla smiled brightly. “Based on first impressions, I think it’s perfect.”
“It’s definitely better than ‘Changed Hero’,” Phil chimed in.
“Damn it, Phil.” Boyd groaned.
“It conveys what he is, at least,” the fundamentalist grumbled.
When Boyd groaned, Silvie giggled from behind him, making Boyd jump halfway out of his skin. “I hate when you do that.” Boyd turned to see her floating about a foot off the ground and he glared at her.
She was still clad in the sheer light blue lingerie she’d worn for their fun and the nap. He drank in her form as she glided up over the couch, spinning as she went and reveling in his attention. She settled across his lap and his arms naturally came up to support her upper back and under her legs to cradle her.
“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m not going to start walking everywhere. That would feel unnatural.”
“I don’t know… maybe hum?” Boyd quipped. “Or, I know, you could carry around a pack of those little mints in your pocket.”
Silvie giggled and gestured to herself. “Do you see any pockets, Darling?” Heat entered her eyes, and she gave him a lascivious smirk. “You could always put a bell on me.”
Glancing up, Boyd saw they’d gone to a commercial, so he turned the viewscreen off. Views were mixed so far, but seemed mostly supportive. He would check back in a few hours. Silvie was much more deserving of his attention.
“Oh yeah? I can get you a bell.” He smiled and pulled her in as they settled into a more comfortable position.
“Yeah, you could get me a bell… but could you get it on me?” She winked and floated away before he could react.
This initiated another chase through their suite. Silvie’s petite but womanly build was much more nimble than Boyd's hulking form. That, combined with the way she moved so naturally through the air, made it easy for her to slip away from him. Boyd cheated and spread his massive wings to corner her in the kitchen.
“No fair!” Silvie cried as he moved in.
Boyd blocked off any escape with his thirty-foot wingspan. When he got to her, Silvie struggled in his arms and almost wormed out of the reverse bear hug he captured her in. He wrapped the narrow end of his tail around her ankle to improve his hold.
“Cheater!”
They both know if she used her strength she could easily escape.
“You ain’t trying if you ain’t cheating,” Boyd repeated one of Royce’s favorite sayings.
“Says the guy who refused to break any rules… even the stupid ones!” She laughed as he tickled her sides. “Stop!” Silvie squirmed, kicked, and wiggled against him. Her tight butt wasn’t covered by much of anything, and the way it ground into him was starting to have an effect.
“There are rules, and there are Rules,” he rumbled. “Any rule that keeps you out of my arms is a rule I’d break.”
Remembering her perpetual advantage, Silvie’s movements shifted smoothly into something far more sensual. “Oh, yeah? What would you do if they ordered us apart?”
“I wouldn’t let that happen.” Boyd felt his hands flex, gripping her firmly. Them taking Silvie away was one of his biggest fears.
“Yeah, but what if they did take me away?” Silvie curled into him, and one of her feet began to rub up and down the inside of his thigh. The fabric of the athletic shorts he habitually wore did not mute the sensation by much. Her gentle touch sent little thrills through him.
“Would you topple The Authority for me?” she purred.
“I don’t think I’d have to topple all of it, just enough to make my point. But yes, I’d go to war with The Authority itself if that’s what it took to stay with you.” His voice came out in a growl and he pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
Silvie tilted her head to the side, giving his tongue and teeth access to her slim neck as he began to kiss and nibble on her sensitive, flawless skin. It felt tender and fragile compared to his own tough flesh, but he knew he would have to try pretty hard to do her any real harm. His canines were sharp, though, and she shuddered as he dragged them across her flesh.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, “I believe you, too.” Silvie slid her toes up a little higher, dragging the hem of his shorts up so she could reach his skin. Her toes were cool, soft, and smooth in a way only weekly pedicures could produce.
Boyd bit her shoulder gently, just hard enough to elicit a hint of pain. He was wise to her game but didn’t really mind. While she enjoyed her control, Silvie also had a submissive streak that took the form of prey behavior. She loved to egg him on and initiate a chase.
He caught her most times, but she always made him work for it. He could tell that part was important to her… him working for it, that is. Boyd couldn’t say if that was just because he knew her so well, or because of his Power. It often became confusing.
It just felt like he knew what his partner wanted from him. Silvie craved control but she loved it when he behaved possessively. She needed him to be able to take control sometimes, as much as she needed him to surrender it. A woman’s sexuality was a terribly complex thing. Boyd couldn’t fathom how a man could possibly understand it without the advantages his Power granted him.
“Good, because it’s true,” Boyd growled as he spun her around and kissed her, hard.
He was rewarded by her melting against him and purring into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, not able to fit all the way around due to their size difference. Silvie’s fingers curled into his thick black hair that was just long enough for her to grip.
His fingers found the firm but yielding flesh at the curve of her butt. Like the rest of him, his hands were big, and he took the entirety of her glorious ass in two handfuls. His fingers teased forward, wrapping under her bubble butt to toy with the edge of her minimal lingerie.
He broke the kiss long enough to rumble, “If anyone ever takes you away from me, I’d come and take you back.”
“Mmmn,” she ground her heat against his abdomen. “I’m right here for the taking,” Silvie crooned.
That’s all it took for Boyd. He used one hand to push his shorts down, wincing at the ripping sound they made on the way to the ground. He was a little more careful pulling the bottoms of her lingerie to the side. One hand returned to grip her ass and guide her hips into position while the other did the same for his manhood.
Boyd pressed forward until his crown disappeared into her soaking wet, swollen lips. Silvie gasped and her strong thighs trembled against him for a moment until with a cry she dropped her weight down onto him, taking him to the base in one smooth motion—a particularly impressive feat, considering his length and girth. Feeling Silvie’s trembling core squeeze his length like a fist was what he suddenly needed at that moment more than air.
“Ahhhggnnn!” her voice warbled as she came apart against him.
Boyd didn’t wait for her to recover. That’s not what he knew she wanted this time. He slid a few inches out then thrust back into her. Her voice rose in another joyous cry. Boyd repeated the motion, thrusting up into her while his hands pushed and pulled her in a countermotion.
“Yes!” Silvie moaned as she clung to him. “Take me hard!” Her teeth and manicured fingernails pressed into his shoulder and back as he increased the pace. Silvie's cries climbed into a long, drawn-out whine as her ass slapped noisily into his lap.
Silvie tensed against him and made a strangled noise. After a gasp, she called out, “Just a minute!”
Boyd had no idea what she meant by that, but it sounded like she wanted him to go faster. Well, he certainly didn’t mind doing that. He started to slam into her at a punishing pace. She screamed into his shoulder and her walls clenched him tightly as her body shuddered against him.
Silvie choked her cries down and pulled her mouth to his ear. “I’m sorry, Darling, but you’ll have to be quick.” She moaned this directly into his ear before latching her teeth onto the cartilage there, sending sparks through his nervous system.
That, combined with her sudden need for him to fill her, drove him over the edge. After a few desperate, powerful thrusts, he buried himself inside her. He felt his shaft stiffen and jerk inside of her as he poured his seed into her womb.
One of her hands found the back of his head so she could stroke his hair as he came down from his high. “Mmmnnn,” she purred, “I wanted that to last longer, but we have company.”
“Wh…” he panted through ragged breaths, “What?!”
Chapter 19
Silvie floated off of him, placing a hand over her womanhood like she was trying to hold his seed in. “Yeah, someone came in like three minutes ago. You were too into it to notice.”
“Shit, really?” He started looking around for his shorts.
“Yep. You stall them while I go clean up and get dressed.” Silvie darted away before he had a chance to complain about the plan. He didn’t want to greet whoever it was by himself after what they must have heard.
Collecting his shorts, he examined them for the rip he’d heard earlier. Luckily, he must have just strained a seam because they were still in one piece. Pulling them on, he moved to the hall off the kitchen that led to the entry way. Rounding the corner, he almost passed their guest who was standing with her back pressed against the wall, just out of sight from where he and Silvie had been engaged.
“Oh… sorry about that.” Boyd almost brushed right past her, so he had to take a step back as he turned to face her.
He wasn’t exactly sure what to say in this situation. This was his home, after all. Should he be apologizing for what he and Silvie did behind closed doors?
“I’m sorry to disturb your… team-building exercises.” The young woman’s voice was smooth, soft, and warm.
It made Boyd think of velvet. It carried no inflection of embarrassment, although her otherwise fair cheeks were flushed a light pink. She had to look up at Boyd but so did almost everyone. She was a few inches taller than Silvie and looked to be wearing heels that put her at close to six feet tall. That still left Boyd’s eyes a foot and a half above her own.
“I tried calling ahead,” she explained, “but you were both set to emergency only, so I figured I would just show up. Had I known what I was going to be interrupting, I would have been quieter.”
She winked one of her bright green eyes, which he noted had more of an oval pupil than his own slitted eyes. The woman gave him a frank once over, a coy smirk on her rather pretty red lips. Boyd gave her a once-over of his own.
She was young and fit, if a little less toned with a leaner figure than his Silvie. She had a dancer's build and feminine curves, though not as exaggerated as his lover’s. She looked like she might do gymnastics or another aerobic exercise regularly, so she had a healthier level of muscle than most of the rail-thin women that the public seemed to prefer for models.
Boyd found that he just wasn’t attracted to overly skinny women—they didn’t look healthy to him. This woman was certainly healthy. And attractive, too.
“Ah…” Boyd responded succinctly. “Wait… No, never mind. Can we help you with something?”
Boyd’s eyes continued their circuit, traveling over her long and slender legs covered in tight denim that hid nothing of their shape. His gaze ranged over her torso, clad in an olive-green jacket unzipped to her navel in the front. Under the jacket, she wore a tan top with a V-neck that displayed a modest but perky cleavage.
She had more curves to her waist and hips than to her bust. Boyd could appreciate that just as much as a large-chested woman. It was all about confidence, in the end. And this woman radiated confidence. When Boyd’s eyes returned to her face, her smirk told him two things: she’d caught him looking, and she didn’t mind.
“That remains to be seen,” she responded in that rather playful, velvety voice, giving him a smile that displayed her perfectly aligned pearly white teeth.
Boyd noted her canines were slightly elongated, but not nearly to the extent of his own. That was the least noticeable aspect of her Change. Much more visible was the white-tipped bushy red tail that swayed behind her. It matched the pointed fox ears that stuck out from the top of her fiery red hair with white tufts of soft-looking white fur in their interior. Her hair was long and looked naturally wavy as she pushed an errant strand over her shoulder where it joined the rest, fanning out several inches below her shoulders.
“I suppose you could start by showing me to an empty room so I can put my stuff down.” She kicked a large piece of luggage that sat on the ground beside her.
