Page 10 of Calling Chaos (Demon Bound #3)

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Cooper

C ooper sat on the edge of the hotel bed in his underwear, nibbling on his thumbnail as he tried to get the storm of butterflies in his belly to calm its rioting. Chaos was standing in front of him, fox eyes narrowed and gleaming in anticipation.

They’d finished their drinks at the bar with Cooper in a sort of daze. (Or at least Cooper had finished his drink—Chaos had just dipped his fingers in his water and flicked them at the bartender when Cooper wasn’t looking, until Cooper had caught him and asked him to stop.) Cooper was pretty sure he’d paid his bill. Or maybe he’d charged it to the room? Hopefully he’d tipped that poor bartender. Jesus.

Why had Cooper agreed to this again?

Except he knew why, didn’t he? He’d agreed because there was something about Chaos that pulled him in, something Cooper didn’t have it in him to resist. It was…all of it. The whole package. Chaos’s delight in everything Cooper had to offer. The warm weight of his head on Cooper’s shoulder. The firm grip of his hand as they walked. The intensity of his attention and the dangerous aura he emanated without care.

It was all so…compelling. Cooper would probably never come across anything or anyone as compelling ever again in his life. And he might be a little cowardly by nature, but he still wanted to take advantage while he could, before he had to go back to the small, contained existence he’d been living before.

And even though it should have been horribly awkward—Cooper sitting in his underwear while Chaos stared at him, back in his demon form but still fully clothed—Cooper was already half-hard, nervous embarrassment mixing gleefully with arousal in his belly in some sort of strange, internal cocktail.

He cleared his throat, dropping his hand from his mouth. They couldn’t stare at each other forever, as much as Chaos seemed willing to. “You said you’ve mated before. Was that with…humans?”

Chaos shook his head, his gaze laser-focused on Cooper’s underwear-clad cock in a way that should have been ridiculous but was for some reason making Cooper’s dick twitch. “Demons, mostly. There were a few in the Void in the very beginning who were agreeable.” He cocked his head in thought, although his eyes never left Cooper’s dick. “One human, long ago. A madman. Vicious and wild.”

He said it almost fondly, and something bitter clenched in Cooper’s gut. Which was stupid, plain and simple. What right did Cooper have to be jealous, especially of some random hookup from centuries ago?

Still, he found himself warning, in case Chaos was expecting more of the same, “I’m not generally, like, some sort of wildcat in the bedroom.”

“No, you aren’t, are you?” Chaos said with a sly smile, his golden eyes finally darting up to meet Cooper’s gaze again. “You’re sweet.” He reached out a taloned hand to stroke Cooper’s bare knee. “Pliant.” His thumb swept up the sensitive skin of Cooper’s inner thigh. “Agreeable.”

Cooper squirmed. Should he be offended right now? And Chaos tightened his hold. He’d said those things—sweet, pliant, agreeable—like they were positives. Like they got him hot or something.

Cooper cleared his throat again, trying for a smile. “I guess I’m the right person to teach you to be gentle with humans, then, huh?”

Flames danced in Chaos’s vertical pupils. “Yes. Exactly the right person.” He stepped closer, his hand sliding up Cooper’s leg to tug on his boxer briefs. “Off,” he demanded, somewhere between insistent and petulant. “They’re covering what I want to see.”

Jesus. Cooper sucked in a breath, but he supposed agreeable might be the right adjective after all because he shimmied his underwear down and off as ordered, revealing his half-hard cock to Chaos’s intent gaze.

He was aware he was painfully average in that department—even on the smaller side—but Chaos made a quiet, intrigued noise, his lips curling in delight. His fingertip brushed against the head of Cooper’s cock, and Cooper held back a shiver at the light touch.

“I don’t have this,” Chaos mused, stroking again.

For a second, Cooper thought Chaos was telling him he didn’t have a cock at all, but then he realized. “Foreskin?”

“Mm. I like it.” Chaos continued to stare, unblinking, as Cooper started hardening fully under his touch. He licked his lips as Cooper’s cockhead started peeking out, his foreskin retracting, and then Chaos pushed it back fully, his touch gentle as anything, despite what he’d said about needing to learn. “Pretty,” he whispered, more to himself than to Cooper. “Very pretty.”

He knelt in front of Cooper’s spread legs then, licking his lips like he was seating himself at some lecherous buffet. His wings were tucked behind him, his tail suspiciously docile. His hair was electric blue today, and Cooper brushed it back from Chaos’s eyes.

“Show me, please. Before we get started.”

Chaos knew what Cooper was asking for—he bared his teeth, displaying their blunt human ends, as opposed to his usual sharp fangs.

“You know the basics?” Cooper asked, an echo of his earlier question, before their first kiss.

“I don’t bite down,” Chaos told him somberly, then bared his teeth again in a quick snap. “No chomping.”

He was clearly teasing, but it was still a little nerve-racking, having such a volatile creature eye level with Cooper’s vulnerable dick. But something about that little bite of fear, of uncertainty, was doing it for Cooper in a weird way. He hadn’t thought he worked like that. He’d never even been particularly kinky. But messing around with unpredictable Chaos was….exciting. Strange.

“You don’t bite down,” he repeated, really hoping that mantra stuck in Chaos’s brain. “Or I’m never gonna want to do this again.”

Chaos grinned at him. “So stern, puppy.”

“Yeah, well, I have strong feelings about my dick getting bitten off.”

“I would never bite off something so lovely,” Chaos murmured, stroking a finger along the head of Cooper’s cock again. A drop of precum beaded at the slit as Cooper sucked in another sharp breath, and Chaos hummed happily. “You only have the one, after all.”

“Do you—” Cooper was struck by a daunting thought, and his eyes dropped to Chaos’s crotch. “You don’t have more than one, do you?”

“Would you like to see?” Chaos didn’t wait for an answer—he stopped caressing Cooper and hopped to his feet immediately, his clothes disappearing in a flash, leaving him naked.

He was…

Wow.

The skin Cooper had seen until now—the skin on Chaos’s arms and feet and face—had always looked mostly human, even in Chaos’s demon form, like he had a tan that was a touch more golden than natural. But naked, Chaos’s skin gave way to a light, downy fur on his chest, fur that traveled down to his belly, hips, and thighs. It matched the light, golden brown of the tuft of his tail.

It looked soft. And strange. And kind of beautiful.

But that wasn’t what Chaos had been wanting to show off when he stripped, apparently. He grabbed hold of his now bare cock, opening his fingers so it lay on his palm, like he was offering it up to Cooper’s perusal.

So Cooper perused, if only to be agreeable .

Chaos’s cock was already hard—Cooper took a moment to be flattered—and almost human-looking, much like the skin on his arms and face. It was larger than what Cooper was used to taking but tapered at the tip. And it had…bumps going along the top and bottom. They almost looked like subdermal piercings, if those were a thing that demons had. The veins running along it were black and weirdly plentiful.

Overall, it was more intimidating than what Cooper had been expecting. But what the fuck did he know about demon dicks? He guessed it was just a good thing he wasn’t the one giving head this time around.

“What do you think?” Chaos asked eagerly, lifting his cock higher, as if to give Cooper a better look.

“Um…” Cooper had to bite back a laugh. Nothing was even funny—he was just a nervous laugher sometimes. “Very nice.”

“Yes, I think so.” Chaos’s gaze dipped down, as if to confirm the niceness of his own dick, and then he was dropping to his knees again, and suddenly Cooper didn’t feel like laughing at all.

Chaos sat there for a long moment, just staring again, his breath hot against Cooper’s sensitive skin. He wasn’t making a move, but he also wasn’t asking for pointers, so Cooper didn’t give any. Instead, he gave in to an urge that had been bubbling within him and started petting those electric-blue strands of hair.

They were surprisingly thick and a little coarse. As Cooper brushed through them gently, his fingers ran over one of Chaos’s short, stubby horns. It was hard to the touch, like an antler. Warm though. Cooper rubbed his thumb over it, and Chaos pressed into the touch.

His ears were slightly furred at their pointed tips, Cooper realized, like the fur on his belly and tail.

What a strange creature to have come into Cooper’s life.

Maybe Chaos thought the same of him.

Cooper was so caught up in his exploration that he was taken by surprise at the feel of Chaos’s tongue dipping to his slit, licking up the precum that had gathered there. Cooper sucked in a strangled breath—Chaos’s tongue was rough and pointed again. Hot to the touch.

Chaos swirled it around Cooper’s tip, and Cooper shuddered, his lower belly tightening.

“Fuck,” he hissed when Chaos did it again, Cooper’s hands still caught in his hair.

Chaos started licking him in earnest then, slow but thorough. Along the sides of his cock, down at the base, only to come back up and slowly trace the folded ridges of his foreskin.

Cooper hardly breathed through it, this careful exploration. It should have been a miserable tease, but it had been so long since he’d been touched properly…

His legs were shaking in no time.

After he’d covered every bit of Cooper’s dick with his saliva, Chaos leaned back with a happy hum. “You taste nice. Salty.” Cooper could only nod, still barely breathing, and Chaos smiled at him. “I’m going to take you in my mouth now, and I’m going to watch my teeth.”

“Okay,” Cooper managed to say, nodding again. “Yes.”

“And you’ll keep petting my hair.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, and Cooper let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

In contrast to his exploratory licking, Chaos didn’t hesitate when it came to sucking Cooper down. He enveloped Cooper’s entire cock in his mouth, taking him in like he didn’t have a gag reflex. Maybe he didn’t—he didn’t eat; what need did he have for one? His mouth was almost unbearably hot, and Cooper gasped at the sensation, his thighs tensing and his toes curling. “F-Fuck.”

Chaos held him in his mouth, his tongue exploring again, and it took everything in Cooper to keep his hips still, to let Chaos run the show without any interference.

Chaos butted his head into Cooper’s hand, and Cooper realized he was slacking on his orders. He tried to focus, petting Chaos’s hair again.

And then Chaos started sucking, the tight, hot pressure almost painfully good. Cooper let out a weird, inhuman noise he’d never made before—half strangled moan, half plea. He couldn’t find his breath again, too busy choking on air as Chaos shoved his cock deeper before coming back up and doing it all over again.

Chaos hummed happily at Cooper’s frantic noises, and the vibrations from it did nothing to help Cooper’s composure. It had been barely any time at all, and Cooper’s balls were already drawn tight against him, his spine and face and ears too hot. He’d never been sucked like this. So fiercely. So mercilessly.

He tried to focus on his hands, on petting Chaos’s hair like the demon had demanded, but he kept forgetting, his mind going blank as Chaos sucked and bobbed.

He wasn’t prepared when Chaos popped off suddenly, the rush of cold hotel air on Cooper’s dick making him cry out.

Chaos grinned at him, sly and pleased. “Is that gentle enough, puppy?”

Cooper wouldn’t in any realm call what Chaos was doing to him “gentle,” but it wasn’t violent either, so he just nodded dumbly, taking panting gasps of air while he could.

Chaos gave him another sly, pleased look and then took him in his mouth again, peering up at Cooper now as he sucked him down.

Cooper could only stare back, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Chaos’s hair as his lower body tightened, something hot and almost frightening building in him. “Bracchus,” he moaned, either in supplication or warning. “I’m gonna—gonna—”

Something broke within him, and he hunched over again with a pained groan, shooting into Chaos’s mouth as the world went dim around the edges. Chaos hummed around him as he came, and Cooper could barely handle the tightness of the demon’s throat as he swallowed. He wanted to get closer. He wanted to push away. He wanted to pull Chaos into him so tightly it hurt.

He was left weak and trembling, but he managed to pull out, hissing with oversensitivity when Chaos’s rough tongue kept scraping against him even after he’d come.

Chaos licked his lips with a smack, although there was no trace of Cooper’s cum on them. Chaos had swallowed it all, greedy as anything. “I didn’t bite,” he said proudly.

“But—but you swallowed.” Cooper’s brow furrowed as his chest heaved. “Can you—I mean, you don’t eat or drink.”

“It won’t harm me.” Chaos lay his head on Cooper’s knee, peering up at him. “It’s human essence—demons thrive off of that. Cum. Blood. Sweat. Tears.”

Well, that was only slightly terrifying.

Chaos stood abruptly, his cock still hard, still intimidating as it jutted out, black-veined and studded. “Will you touch me, puppy?” he asked with disarming sweetness.

And even though Cooper had just come, that nervous edge of excitement bubbled in his belly again as he was faced with Chaos’s hard demon cock. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ll touch you.”

He wrapped a hand around Chaos. His cock was just as hot as his mouth, the skin softer than Cooper might have expected. Chaos was oozing something thick and viscous now, and Cooper used it to ease the glide of his fist. The studs were rigid, not at all pliable, but Chaos seemed to like having them touched, making small, pleased noises when Cooper ran his thumb over them.

Cooper had always been a little self-conscious when it came to sex, overthinking what was normal or hot or whatever. But he didn’t really have to worry about that with Chaos, did he? Nothing was normal here, not by any standard Cooper was aware of. Who knew what was hot to a chaos demon? The thought of biting off Cooper’s fingers, apparently, so what did it matter what Cooper did? All he could do was give in to what felt natural and trust that Chaos would tell him what he liked.

And Chaos, being who he was, did exactly that. “I like your touch, puppy.”

Cooper smiled up at him, still stroking with one hand, petting the soft fur of Chaos’s lower belly with the other. “I’m glad.”

“I want to release my spend right here,” Chaos told him, touching Cooper’s chest, right over his heart.

“Okay,” Cooper said easily. “Wherever you want.”

“Yes,” Chaos hissed, his hips moving with Cooper’s touch now. His wings were twitching and rolling behind him, his tail lashing out to thump against Cooper’s leg. “Wherever I want. Whatever I want.” He placed his hands on Cooper’s shoulders, steadying himself. “Faster, puppy,” he urged.

Cooper followed his lead, stroking faster, tightening his grip the way he liked it when he wanted to jerk off speedily in the shower. He fixed his eyes on Chaos’s cock, watching the way the head grew fatter as Chaos approached his release, but he could feel the heavy weight of Chaos’s stare on his head.

Watching Cooper, as he always seemed to be.

Chaos came with a surprisingly soft breath, splashing Cooper’s chest with cum that was hot and thick. Cooper felt weirdly proud and pleased, in a way he never had after a hookup. He’d made his demon feel good. Made him happy. And it had been easy and natural and perfect.

Chaos immediately clambered into Cooper’s lap, straddling his legs. Cooper’s sticky hands fell to Chaos’s thighs, and he stroked the fur there. It was just as soft as the fur on his belly. He kind of wanted to rub his cheek against it.

“You came very quickly,” Chaos told him brightly, wrapping his arms around Cooper’s neck, not sounding nearly as winded as Cooper felt. “When I had my mouth on you.”

“It’s been a while,” Cooper admitted, too content to feel even slightly embarrassed. For some reason, he added, “I’ve been really lonely.”

“I know, puppy,” Chaos told him, running his talons gently through Cooper’s hair. “I know.” After a moment, he said quietly, “I think I was lonely too.”

Cooper gave in to his urges and dropped his head to Chaos’s chest, rubbing along the fur there. He was tired all of a sudden and yet felt too good to want to move. “Didn’t you have your demon friends?”

“They were there, but they weren’t mine. Not like you.” Chaos twisted Cooper’s earlobe, tugging gently. “The four of us were just…thrown together. Except maybe Nix. I would call him a friend, I think.”

Nix, the gorgeous, purple-eyed demon. Was he one of the ones who’d been agreeable to Chaos’s advances? Cooper didn’t want to think about it, not when he was feeling so nice. “If we’d waited for Ivan, you could’ve seen him again.”

Chaos didn’t respond to that. Instead, he said, his voice serious and almost sad, “I was in the Void for a very, very long time.” He paused, and Cooper thought that might be it, but then he continued, “I thought a lot about what I wanted when I finally escaped. How I wanted to be summoned back to the human realm but didn’t want to be ordered about, following some summoner’s pathetic whims. I wanted to explore. To play. But then you came along…” Chaos leaned back, pushing Cooper’s head up from his chest. He stroked Cooper’s cheek. “You summoned me, but I think I summoned you too.”

Cooper didn’t know what to say to that. So he told the truth. “I’m glad you did.”

Chaos beamed at him, hopping off his lap in the next instant. Before Cooper could mourn the loss of their closeness, Chaos was tugging his hand, pulling him into bed and under the covers. He draped himself over Cooper’s chest, his wings tucked tight against his back, like he was going to sleep with him there. Cooper saw for the first time that he had a tattoo on his back, in between his wings, swirling and chaotic and golden.

“I’ll sleep beside you now,” Chaos murmured. “And when I wake before you, I’ll play more of your game. In the morning, you’ll teach me new games to play so I don’t get bored and destructive when you’re busy. And after we feed you…”

He was warm and soft, and his smoky scent was becoming addictive. Cooper sighed, tucking his chin over Chaos’s head, listening to his plans and sweet demands.

The sex part had been…unreal. Amazing. But this—having someone curled against him, someone for Cooper to hold and be held by— this was what was going to be hard to lose, when Chaos found his human mate.

Cooper could only hope he’d survive it.