Page 18 of Calling Chaos (Demon Bound #3)

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Chaos

C haos sighed his pleasure as he filled his puppy, gripping hard with his talons at Cooper’s raised hips. There was nothing better than the feel of Cooper when he’d just experienced release, his body both lax and tensed at the same time, his overworked inner muscles fluttering around Chaos’s cock like frantic little bird wings.

Chaos’s other self was still stroking Cooper’s hair, and his other other self was contemplating taking a bite out of Cooper’s side. But as Chaos bottomed out, Cooper groaning like he was being murdered, Chaos called his duplicates back into himself. They were fun and all, and hadn’t Cooper been so delightfully surprised? Still, splitting himself dulled external sensation, and Chaos wanted to feel every bit of ecstasy.

Although, if Cooper wanted it one day—if he asked so very nicely to have Chaos’s cocks in two holes at once—Chaos would of course oblige.

He was generous that way.

Chaos stayed exactly where he was for a long, blissful moment, his hips pressed flush against Cooper’s ass, Cooper’s channel clamping down on him. Cooper had gone kind of slack against the mattress, too overwhelmed to hold himself up, so Chaos lowered himself fully against Cooper’s back, rubbing his fur against Cooper’s soft skin and nuzzling his head into the tender crook of Cooper’s neck.

“You feel so good, puppy,” he murmured. “Did you like my special trick?”

Cooper groaned again. Or perhaps it was more of a whimper.

Chaos grinned, raising his hips and fucking into his puppy with an easy glide. When Cooper was this boneless, Chaos could be a little fierce. A little less…gentle. He was still mindful of Cooper’s fragile human frame, of course. But he could give in a little to this boundless enthusiasm inside him, this biting need to fill Cooper up again and again with all his seed.

Cooper had accepted Chaos as a mate.

He’d seen Chaos at—well, not his worst, but definitely not at his most gentle—and he wanted to let Chaos keep him anyway. An eternity of companionship, of Cooper’s wonderful weight in Chaos’s chest, of getting to claim Cooper’s beautiful human body over and over again.

Cooper had said it. Out loud. He’d voiced his permission.

Chaos wanted to hear it again.

“Puppy,” he urged, using the grip of his hands on the mattress to drive into Cooper in a way that made his human keen. “Tell me you want me.”

Cooper flopped his head to the side, stammering out, “I want—oh fuck—I want you.”

“Only me,” Chaos pressed.

“O-Only you.”

Oh, this was lovely.

“Tell me I’m an excellent lover,” Chaos urged, driving in again to the hilt and grinding there, rubbing his nodules against Cooper’s prostate as he waited for his answer.

“Oh my God,” Cooper said—not the words Chaos had asked for at all—and tucked his forehead back against the covers, as if hiding himself.

Chaos waited.

“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had,” Cooper eventually choked out, his whole body shaking, the words muffled by bunched fabric.

Chaos cackled. Yes, of course he was. This feral need couldn’t belong to Chaos alone. It was mutual, this desire between them.

Chaos picked up the pace again. It was burning inside him once more, this need to fill Cooper up. His body was so perfectly tight and warm, sucking Chaos in again and again, and Chaos needed to—to claim it.

His rhythm grew sloppy as blood roared in his ears, and he urged Cooper again, “Tell me you love feeling my spend inside you.”

Cooper’s neck turned a lovely shade of red as the words spilled out of him. “I love when you come inside me. I love when you fill me. I love when you can’t—can’t get enough of it.”

The words were faint—more pained panting than clear speech—but Chaos heard it all. His nodules grew stiff and swollen, and his hips stuttered, the world narrowing down to him and his puppy, to that perfect heat, to the way Cooper cried out as Chaos filled him.

Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Afterward, Chaos turned Cooper on his side, pushing his thigh forward to better watch his spend trickle out. He peered over Cooper’s hip curiously.

“Oh no,” Chaos tutted, the perfect picture of a concerned partner. He cupped Cooper between his legs. “Your poor cock’s hard again.” He clucked his tongue. “That won’t do.”

Cooper’s arm flopped over, landing weakly on Chaos’s side. Was he trying to smack at him? “Your fault,” he mumbled.

“Should we go again?” Chaos asked, running a finger along Cooper’s silken length. “We should, shouldn’t we?”

They could do it just like this, with Cooper turned halfway onto his front, his leg hitched up. They’d done it in this position before, and Chaos had been very fond of it. It had been just like cuddling, only with his cock nestled inside his puppy, so safe and warm.

Cooper let out a harsh breath but nodded his agreement, shifting his leg even further forward. Chaos pressed an approving kiss to Cooper’s shoulder and rolled his hips, rubbing himself against the soft skin of Cooper’s bottom until Chaos was hard again too, and then he slipped right in, hissing at the tight fit.

He was gentler this time, some of the ferocity of his need assuaged by his first claiming. He stroked Cooper’s cock steadily as he rocked into him, mindful of his puppy’s pleasure.

Cooper seemed to be having quite a lot of it—pleasure. He kept chanting, “Oh God. Oh God,” over and over. It was repetitive but oddly stimulating at the same time.

“Come for me again, puppy,” Chaos urged when the chanting took on a particularly frantic edge. “I want to lick it off my hand.”

That earned him another “Oh God,” and then Cooper was coming over Chaos’s hand again, just as Chaos had asked, Cooper’s muscles trembling with the effort. Chaos loved the way he did that, the way Cooper’s entire body was involved in his release.

Chaos let go of Cooper’s cock and swiped at his own hand with his tongue, messy and sloppy and missing half of what he aimed for as he kept driving into his puppy, rocking until he felt the familiar tightness in his spine. “I’m going to fill you up again,” he warned. “Double the hatchlings.”

“Jesus.”

Afterward—after he’d focused properly and cleaned every drop of Cooper’s cum off his hand—Chaos couldn’t resist pressing his finger against Cooper’s hole, pushing his spend back where it belonged over and over again. He watched eagerly as Cooper’s cock valiantly try to fill again.

“I think we’ll do very well with the consummation,” he murmured, his chin hooked over Cooper’s shoulder, laughing as Cooper batted Chaos’s other hand away from his cock. “Don’t you?”

“You’re a menace.”

“Yes,” Chaos agreed cheerfully. “And soon you’ll be stuck with me for always.”

It seemed Cooper needed more rest after all that.

It was possible Chaos maybe should have taken it easier on him, right after the shock of the meeting. Maybe he should have kept it to those two rounds and not pressed for a third. And maybe also not used his mouth on Cooper in the shower.

Maybe.

Chaos had been trying to be gentle—he really had—but he was still learning.

It was cozy in bed, anyway, the two of them tucked under the covers, both of them on their own laptops.

Cooper was exuding happiness and contentment in a new, fascinating way. Chaos hadn’t realized the weight it had held over Cooper, thinking Chaos was going to leave. But now that it was gone, Cooper’s soul piece tasted different. Sweeter, with a delicate hint of hopeful lemon.

What a silly puppy he’d been, to think Chaos would really leave him behind.

Or maybe Chaos was just very extra good at being sneaky.

Yes, that was probably it.

Now Cooper was doing some hacking thing (“just for fun, to cleanse my brain a bit”), and he’d taught Chaos how to do something he called “trolling.” From what he’d explained, acting like a troll mainly involved entering internet forums where people were particularly passionate and commenting something incorrect or absurd, and then watching the comments roll in, all of them fighting with either Chaos or each other.

“I haven’t experienced it personally, but I’m told parenting forums are particularly hostile,” Cooper had told him. “Same with anything involving dog training.”

And then he’d lectured Chaos on only using his trolling powers for good and not harassing anyone who seemed sincere or kind or truly sad. It had been a Cooper version of a lecture—more of a strong suggestion than a command—but he seemed to really feel something about it, so Chaos would be good.

Probably.

Mostly.

Really, Chaos had been skeptical about the whole thing, but the absurd ways humans interacted online was fascinating . He was all full from the meeting already—chaotic energy buzzing in his veins—but he could see this becoming a solid source of food down the line. A bit strange maybe, with the fuzzy-edged electronic taste to it, but it would still be filling enough.

He’d just posted in a forum called NYParentsOfLittles: I don’t believe in bike helmets. We have skulls around our brains for a reason. To wear a helmet is an affront to our Maker.

Chaos was cackling quietly to himself as the replies came in—a weird number of which seemed to agree with him—when Cooper let out a small, triumphant, “I did it.”

Chaos added a few exclamation points to his latest comment ( Well I think YOU’RE stupid!!!! ) as he asked, “What did you do, puppy?”

Cooper startled, like he’d forgotten Chaos was there for a moment, even though Chaos was pressed against him, arm to arm and hip to hip. “Oh.” He pushed his glasses up. “Um, just a side project I’ve been working on for a friend. A proving-my-mettle type of thing. But it’s done now.”

Chaos looked up from his trolling. “Friend? What friend?”

“An internet friend. I haven’t met him in person.”

Chaos hooked his chin over Cooper’s shoulder, peering at Cooper’s laptop instead of his own. Cooper was messaging with someone named RedRabbit.

It’s done , Cooper had typed. Good challenge, by the way. I enjoyed myself.

Chaos didn’t know how to feel about this. He supposed it was a good thing that Cooper had an internet friend—Chaos didn’t like that his puppy was so lonely—but Chaos also didn’t like that he hadn’t met them himself and scoped them out for Cooper ahead of time. It made his talons itchy.

What if this friend was tactless and hurt Cooper’s feelings? His puppy’s feelings were tender, like his fragile human body. This RedRabbit person needed to be made aware.

“Tell them your feelings are very tender,” Chaos commanded.

Cooper blinked, his lovely fingers poised on his laptop keys. “Um. What?”

Chaos sighed, his gusty breath making Cooper’s ear twitch. “Never mind.”

Chaos would just have to deal with it himself, if it came down to it.

He watched as RedRabbit replied, Knew you’d get it. You’re the first. Probably the only.

Well, that seemed all right. This person appreciated Cooper’s fine mind, at least.

Still…

Chaos dug his chin more firmly into Cooper’s shoulder, ignoring his wince. “Tell them they’re only a friend. Not a lover or family or god of intercourse.”

“So, um…” Cooper cleared his throat. “No. I’m not going to do that.”

Chaos let out another sigh. Was this what it was like when one’s mate was being unreasonable? It was so rare for Cooper to be stubborn like this.

But then Cooper twisted his torso to pat at Chaos’s head. “They don’t want to be my lover, Bracchus, I promise. They haven’t even ever suggested meeting in person.”

The patting was nice—Chaos butted his head into the touch—but Chaos remained skeptical. “What if they want to cybersex you?”

Cooper let out a strange, choked noise, cleared his throat, then answered, “I’ll politely decline.”

“Rudely decline,” Chaos corrected.

“Okay, I’ll rudely decline.”

“All right.” Placated, Chaos shuffled back into position—arm to arm and hip to hip—and went back to his laptop, typing out a statement about helmets being the leading source of microplastics in the water supply.

“When should I steal the Book back from Ivan?” he asked after having received many, many wonderfully rude replies. “I don’t want to leave you alone yet. You’re still recovering.”

Both from the meeting and from Chaos’s enthusiastic demonstration of consummation, but Chaos kept that last bit to himself.

Cooper was still typing away to his internet friend, but he furrowed his brow in thought. “You could go Friday. I have to go out, anyway. It’s time to pick up the fake passports for Nix and Kai.” He paused his messaging, looking to Chaos with wide eyes. “You’re going to need the same, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Back to square one, then. But I do need to pick up these first to get Ivan off my back.”

Chaos cocked his head. “But I should accompany you, if it’s a Mafia errand. What if someone needs slicing?” He held up his talons to demonstrate.

“No one is going to need slicing,” Cooper told him, suddenly looking a little pale. “My contact is super chill. He only deals in fake documentation—passports and IDs and stuff. So he’s only Mafia-adjacent. I’ve met with him tons of times.”

Tons of times?

Chaos narrowed his eyes. “Is he handsome?”

He didn’t really know why he was asking, except that Chaos had never really had cause to feel jealous before, and it was a fun feeling to play with. Jealousy was the root of much chaos in the romantic realm—Chaos appreciated its power.

“Um.” Cooper scrunched his nose, his glasses rising a bit with the motion. “Could be? If you like scraggly beards and kind of not-great hygiene and men in their sixties?”

“ Do you like those things?” Chaos had never asked about Cooper’s preferences. Perhaps he’d been remiss.

Cooper bit at his lip, as if hiding a smile. “Not particularly.”

“Good.” Chaos gave a decisive nod. “All right, puppy. We’ll both run our errands. A real power couple, as they say.”

Cooper let the smile he’d been battling grace his lips. “Who says that?” he asked, sounding amused.

Chaos waved a hand. “Some human somewhere.” Although, now that he thought about it, it may have been Nix. “It’s hard to keep track. Humans are always saying all sorts of nonsense.”