Page 13 of Calling Chaos (Demon Bound #3)

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Chaos

C haos knelt between Cooper’s spread legs, practically vibrating with giddy excitement.

After the extreme terribleness that had been Ivan’s visit, Chaos was being rewarded for his restraint. He hadn’t maimed the cousin, or set him on fire even a little bit, and now he was going to play with Cooper in new, exciting ways, and it had all been Cooper’s suggestion.

Splendid. Splendid, splendid, splendid.

Chaos licked his lips, sliding his taloned hands up and down the soft skin of Cooper’s inner thighs, watching the way the swell of Cooper’s lower belly clenched at the touch. Cooper’s muscles were trembling, and his hard, flushed cock was bobbing in the air like a tasty treat.

A tasty treat just for Chaos.

Still, Cooper’s nerves permeated the air as he licked his lips and muttered, “You’ll need to use, um, lots of lube. And—and prep me. Don’t just jam the beads in.”

Chaos grinned. He knew that much from all the human porn sets Nix had made him watch through the portal. But he didn’t mind Cooper’s nerves. They were like a delicious delicacy, wrapped up as they were in his trust in Chaos. Trust that, by all rights, Chaos shouldn’t have deserved.

“You’re such a good teacher, puppy,” Chaos crooned, pushing Cooper’s legs back, purring his approval when Cooper grabbed the backs of his own thighs helpfully. He tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under Cooper’s rump, then leaned forward and removed Cooper’s glasses, carefully setting them on the side table. “I could just eat you up.”

“No teeth,” Cooper reminded him, his face flushing pink as he held himself open for Chaos.

“No teeth,” Chaos repeated. “Only fingers and lips and cock and tongue and toy.”

He thumbed at Cooper’s exposed crease, that little hole he was about to play with winking at him. Speaking of lips and tongues…

Chaos dropped down onto his hands and shoved his face into that furrow, mouthing at Cooper’s entrance.

“ Oh !” Cooper cried, his hands falling from his thighs as his lower body jerked off the bed. “Oh fuck! What—”

Chaos lifted his head, grabbing Cooper’s hands and putting them back where they’d been. He stroked Cooper’s hole, now wet with his spit, as he asked, “This is something humans do with their lovers, yes?”

“Um, yes?” Cooper said, sounding unsure as Chaos leaned down to lick at him again. “Oh my God .”

Chaos settled into place, wiggling his pointed tongue right into that waiting hole, delighted by how easily it slid in. Cooper tasted musky and secret there, and he made the most interesting noises as Chaos’s tongue split into a fork, twisting inside him.

Oh, this was wonderful . Chaos didn’t need to nibble off fingers or break any skin—he could devour Cooper just like this, in a way they both enjoyed.

And by the sounds of it, Cooper was enjoying it very much.

Chaos got lost in the pleasure of it, humming and giggling and taking turns licking and sucking and kissing, until he was brought back to the present by a sharp tug at his hair. “Bracchus!”

Oh. Had Cooper been calling him long? Chaos lifted his head, licking at his spit-soaked lips. “Yes, puppy?”

Cooper’s beautiful, mismatched eyes were half-lidded and glassy. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“That’s good,” Chaos soothed, stroking his hands up Cooper’s thighs in approval.

“Didn’t you want…?” Cooper cocked his chin to the beads that were still laid out on the bed.

Oh. Right. Chaos had maybe forgotten about those. Oops. He started bobbing his head, pretending otherwise. “Yes, yes. Right, right, right.”

He grabbed blindly for the lube before plopping a generous amount onto Cooper’s hole, no matter that it was already dripping with Chaos’s saliva. He used his finger to push it all inside, grinning at the way Cooper’s inner muscles sucked his digit in. Just like they had with his tongue. Just like they would with his cock.

Next Chaos covered the beads dutifully. Then he looked down at the soaked bedspread. “Very messy,” he commented mildly.

There was laughter hidden in Cooper’s voice as he said, “Well, you used, um, quite a lot.”

“You told me to.” Chaos shuffled closer on his knees. “Turn onto your stomach now, puppy. It’s time to play.”

Cooper rolled over for him. He still had the pillow under his hips, which put his perfect bottom right in Chaos’s face.

Splendid.

Chaos held the beads in front of him, studying them. They weren’t like a necklace, all laid out on a string. They were firmer than that but still a little bendy. Silicone, Nix had told him once about a toy like this.

“Ready, puppy?”

Cooper made a vague sound of confirmation, his head pillowed on his folded arms. The nervous energy that had disappeared when Chaos was eating him out was back again, but Chaos was sure it would disappear again in no time.

He was going to take such good care of his puppy.

He went slowly with the beads, watching his progress so very closely. Cooper would bear down with each new bead, his rim stretching to take the width before swallowing it inside him. He’d make a little breathy groan, like he was relieved and turned on at the same time. Until the next one came along and the whole process started again.

It was fascinating, especially when Chaos tried to hold the bead there at its widest point, his finger tracing the stretched skin of Cooper’s rim, Cooper whining at him to “hurry up, please.”

When Chaos had pushed all but the last two beads inside him, Cooper was shiny with sweat, his muscles trembling again.

“How do you feel?” Chaos asked curiously.

“Full.”

Cooper made it sound like a good thing. Chaos slid his hand under his puppy to check. Yes, his cock was still hard, all slick with precum too. Cooper ground against Chaos’s palm, making a little gasping sound as his hips moved.

“How does it feel inside you, when you move like that?” Chaos asked.

“Strange.” Cooper moved again, and he made a funny, mewling sound. “Oh fuck. Feels—feels good. They press against—” He let out a gasping breath. “Jesus.”

Chaos laughed. This was just as much fun as putting them in had been. He palmed Cooper’s ass cheek, kind of massaging the muscle around, loving the way Cooper moaned at his touch. “Rub yourself against my hand more,” he ordered.

Cooper obeyed right away, as if he wanted nothing more. He started rocking, sliding his cock against Chaos’s palm, the last two beads sticking out of him like his own little tail. It was captivating to watch—made heat curl in Chaos’s belly the way Cooper’s back and ass muscles flexed and writhed. Cooper seemed so soft at first glance, but there was strength there.

Judging by his sounds, and by the amount of precum coating Chaos’s hand, the beads were making him feel very good.

Very, very good.

“Puppy.”

It took Cooper a moment to speak. “Y-Yeah?”

“I was right.” Chaos shuffled even closer, slapping his hard cock against Cooper’s ass cheek, right next to the remaining beads. “I’m getting jealous,” he whined. “I want in. Let me in.”

“Oh. Oh. Shit, okay.” It seemed to take Cooper a considerable amount of effort to still his rocking hips. “You’ll need to—to take those out first.”

“Yes,” Chaos hissed, still rubbing himself against Cooper’s fleshy cheek, his viscous precum thick and sticky against Cooper’s skin. “We’ll take them out. Just me inside you. Only me.”

“Right. I’m, um— Well, I’m probably going to come when you take those out. I’m too close.” Cooper sounded apologetic, like he thought he was disappointing Chaos.

But Chaos thought that was a wonderful idea. “And then you’ll come again. With me. Just me.”

Cooper let out a weak laugh. “Well, I’ll try.”

“No,” Chaos decided. “You definitely will.”

Cooper let out another laugh, like Chaos was being ridiculous. “Okay, so don’t completely yank them, but you can take them out kind of quick. It feels good that way. Can I, um, keep rubbing against your hand?”

Chaos was feeling very gracious, now that he knew he was going to be filling Cooper soon. “You may,” he said magnanimously. “You may rub against me and come all over the bed. And then you may turn over and let me mount you.”

Chaos needed that, actually. It almost hurt now, his need to be inside Cooper. He’d never felt desire like this before. He couldn’t decide if he loved it or hated it. It was strange to be ruled by something other than his usual thirst for mayhem.

Cooper started rolling his hips again, pressing into Chaos’s hold, that charred caramel arousal scent thick in the air. Chaos waited until he could feel Cooper’s cock jerk and swell and then he pulled steadily on the beads as Cooper moaned desperately, shooting all over Chaos’s hand.

Yes.

Chaos tossed the beads somewhere or other and flipped Cooper over, pushing his legs back as far as they could go.

“Inside, inside, inside,” he muttered, feeling almost feverish now. Maybe he was coming down with something. Could demons get sick? “My turn inside now.”

He notched the tapered head of his cock against the hole his tongue and the beads had loosened so wonderfully, and slid right in, while Cooper was still trembling from his orgasm. Yes, yes, yes. This was right and good. Tight and warm and perfect.

Cooper cried out, his back arching off the bed.

Chaos stilled with considerable effort. “Too rough?”

“No,” Cooper told him in between openmouthed panting. “Just...sensitive. Just—just came.” But he wrapped his legs around Chaos’s hips, his calves sliding against Chaos’s tail. “It’s fine. Keep—keep going.”

Chaos didn’t ask twice. He moved, a rumbling purr leaving his throat at the feel of Cooper around him. Even with Chaos’s natural heat, Cooper’s insides were warm, and wet—Chaos really had used quite a bit of lube—and absolutely divine. Chaos slid in easily with each thrust of his hips, but then the muscles gripped him so tightly every time he retreated, like they were eager to keep him inside.

And the noises .

Cooper must have still been feeling oversensitive, because he was gasping and whining and mewling, his fingers clenched tightly around the bedcovers. Much louder than he’d been even with the beads.

Oversensitive but letting Chaos do what he wanted anyway.

“So good for me, puppy,” Chaos praised. His wings were tucked tight against his back, rigid with the tension of his pleasure.

Cooper’s sweaty face flushed an even brighter pink at the praise. “Does it—does it feel good? Inside me?”

“Mm.” Chaos leaned back, stroking over Cooper’s belly and hips and thighs. “I was right to be jealous of your beads. There’s nothing like it. So welcoming. So cozy. I might just live here now. Inside you. What do you think?”

Cooper laughed, then moaned as the movement made his walls tighten around Chaos. “I think—oh fuck!” he yelled as Chaos started stroking his cock again. He was half-hard, either in spite of or because of Chaos overwhelming his senses. “Think it might be, um, hard to get anything done.”

As if Chaos cared for anything as insipid as productivity.

“You’re hard again,” he said approvingly after another minute of stroking.

Cooper groaned, covering his face with his hands, but Chaos tugged his arms back down. He wanted to see. Cooper looked so interesting right now, all flushed and sweaty and openmouthed. So undone. So wrecked.

“Can’t help it,” Cooper told him when Chaos wouldn’t let him cover himself again. “Those bumps of yours. They’re pressing—”

“You like my nodules?” Chaos preened, releasing his hold on Cooper’s cock and placing his hands by his head, leaning over him fully. “They get bigger right before I come, did you notice? You’ll see again soon.”

He dropped his body on top of Cooper’s, pressing them together skin to skin. Ohh yes, this was nice. Chaos always like being naked with Cooper—Cooper might not have had any lovely fur, but his skin was always soft and cool.

Chaos started moving again, the call of Cooper’s tight walls too strong to ignore.

“Puppy?” he asked, licking a strip of sweat off Cooper’s cheek.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Kiss me now.”

Cooper did as he asked, his kiss all distracted and sloppy, like he was too overwhelmed to do it properly, grunting into Chaos’s mouth with each thrust.

Chaos enjoyed that immensely.

“It’s time to come again, puppy,” he murmured against Cooper’s lips as he felt himself getting close, the base of his tail hot and tight.

Cooper shook his head furiously. “I—I can’t. Too soon.”

“You can,” Chaos insisted, clasping Cooper’s hands with his own as he fucked into him furiously. “Whatever I want. Whenever I want. Come for me, and I’ll fill you up so nicely.”

He put his lips to Cooper’s neck, then pressed his sharp teeth in—not enough to break the skin but a threat all the same.

That did it.

Cooper yelled out, his whole body trembling as his release shot between them, coating their stomachs.

“Yes,” Chaos breathed, his tail stiffening as his nodules swelled and then emptied into his shaft, shooting all his spend into Cooper. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He ground against Cooper’s hips, shuddering against him. Breeding his perfect, loyal summoner.

Not truly, sad as it was. There could be no hatchlings between human males and demon males, not even chaos demons. But it was fun to tease anyway. Cooper liked it, Chaos had learned—to be a little frightened when he was aroused.

And Chaos was very good at being a little frightening.

When Cooper’s shaking and trembling and little gasping sounds eased, Chaos withdrew, rising onto his hands and grinning down at him. “How was that?”

Cooper slung an arm over his eyes, as if to escape Chaos’s gaze. Chaos let him this time. “I can’t answer,” Cooper groaned. “I’m dead. You killed me with your demon dick.”

“Is that human speak for a very good job? Very good, very gentle, very human sex?”

“Sure. We’ll go with that.”

Chaos got to his knees, sitting back and spreading Cooper’s thighs so he could watch his spend trickle out of that poor, puffy hole.

Cooper didn’t even try to fight it. He just relaxed his legs into Chaos’s hold and let him do what he wanted.

Chaos grinned. Yes, he was growing very fond of mating.