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Kaos closed his eyes at the feel of her mouth on him, body pressed fully against his.

The unspeakable sensation lit a fire that consumed reason.

He couldn’t explain how she’d reached him—drawn him from the divide into her space.

Her call bypassed laws, ignored structure.

It stirred something buried and unshaped.

He lifted his hands—slow, careful—and traced her spine with his claws, reverent around bone and heat. Her presence wrapped him, steadying every volatile current within. He tilted her head back and met her gaze. Wide. Bright. Trusting. “I cannot bond with you... not here, angel.”

She reached up and held his face, pulling it to her mouth, her need rendering him powerless.

He growled and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted. The taste of her hit his tongue like prophecy. He deepened the kiss with—a slow worship. Everything about her was real now. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every fragile inch.

He kissed her again, more thoroughly this time, his body trembling with restraint. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the nearest patch of floor where moonlight spilled through the high windows. He set her down gently, like a forbidden prayer.

Her body responded before his mind could issue command.

She arched into him, her legs parting, her breath coming faster.

He settled between her thighs, bracing his weight with cautious reverence.

He traced her cheek with a clawed finger, then her jaw, then down her throat.

His mouth followed the path a moment later, laying soft, anchoring kisses across her collarbone.

Warnings continued to blare inside him but each time he tried to stop—he went deeper.

He dragged his tongue along her shoulder and then kissed the side of her neck.

Her pulse pounded beneath his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his fangs lengthened.

She was human. Fragile. Flesh that tore.

Bones that broke. And yet her soul glowed too bright for the thin shell that held it.

His Lust surged, demanding he coat her cells with healing—seal her from the inside out before claiming what pulsed beneath.

Rage prowled close behind, dark and coiled. You see what resistance does. It fuels.

The thought struck deep.

She has somehow obtained authority over us, Rage continued.

Kaos shuddered. His hands trembled where they touched her. He opened his mouth above the curve of her neck, hesitating.

“I’ll make it safe,” he breathed.

Her body thrust into his, nails digging in his back. “Please,” she whispered, voice trembling against his mouth. “Make me yours.”

Her plea struck deeper than any force he’d known. His fangs ached with the need to obey. His body bowed to it—slow and certain.Then he bit her with a jealous precision.

Healing wrapped her first, coating every cell with protection. His mark followed, sealing into skin and nerve with a controlled burn. The sharp puncture released heat and light, anchoring him inside her with a force both physical and final.

She cried out softly, clinging to him, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips.

His hand slid down to the warmth between her thighs. The first touch unraveled her. Her thighs clenched, a moan catching in her throat. His Lust surged, demanding he taste her—demanding proof of what the dream only hinted at. Her heat. Her flavor. Her need.

He lowered himself, the fire inside him coiling tight.

One last chance to resist, and still he descended.

He covered her decadent center with his mouth and she cried out—soft, shocked, desperate.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue moved with agonizing devotion, venerating her with slow, deliberate passes.

Every flick, every press, pulled more from her.

Her moans deepened, surrendering breath by breath.

The taste of her soaked his tongue, unmaking him with every shiver she gave.

Lust stormed. Rage approved. And he worshiped with mouth and will until her thighs locked around him and her cries broke through the veil.

This was no dream—this was her soul, unraveling in his hands.

His wings spread wide above her like a canopy of night, trembling with restraint as they arched protectively around her.

One hand gripped her thigh, anchoring her open.

The other splayed across her stomach, fingers flexing with each pulse that rolled through her.

Every flick of his tongue met with the twitch of his wings.

Every cry from her mouth pressed his palm harder to her skin, holding her steady as her pleasure took control.

Her cry turned into a broken wail as her orgasm overtook her, her body tightening and shaking beneath his mouth. Every ripple of her release echoed in his bones. She convulsed with pleasure, clutching him as the waves claimed her, sobbing his real name like a plea and a praise.

Only then did he rise, lips wet with proof. Her eyes opened, locking on his. Kaos froze at the sight—raw shock, drenched in loyal surrender. No fear. Only trust. Mouth parted, pupils wide with longing, as if her soul had surfaced just to see him.

Kaos aligned himself, his body hovering above hers. He dipped down and kissed her once—tender, unhurried.“Do you truly crave me, little one?” he murmured against her lips, his voice a breath.

“So much,” she confessed between breaths.

He brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips, letting her taste what he’d taken from her body before their mouths fully met again. She whimpered and the sound brought a groan that bordered on obsession.

He pushed inside her—slow, deep, real—his breath stalling at the impossible pleasure of her.Her body trembled around him. He stilled, letting her adjust, letting himself feel it.

She opened her thighs more, rocking her hips with a breathless moan. “Kaos,” she pled, buckling his power.

He moved.Each thrust built on the last, sacred and slow, until their rhythms met like music written in ancient tongues.

Her name whispered past his lips. Her pulse flared beneath his fangs.

He felt the bond rising, wrapping both of them.

His body trembled from the effort of holding back, but she kept giving—breaths laced with want, cries woven from something older than memory.

Her body drew him deeper, again and again, until the tempo became sacred.

He buried his face against her throat, his fangs scraping lightly along the skin he’d marked. Her moans broke into sobs, and still he held her hips, moved within her, chased the final thread of control he never truly owned.

His wings shuddered, muscles locking.

“ My human ,” he groaned against her skin.

The climax crashed through him—violent, holy, complete. He surged into her with a growl torn from marrow, pouring everything into her body.

He held her tight, every muscle rigid as his orgasm stole the breath from his lungs. The bond cinched, anchoring itself in the joining of blood and flesh. And when the tremors slowed and his breath returned, he felt it. She had taken him. All of him.

A knock shook the door, bringing Kaos’s shield over every inch of Jaxi. He used his wings to lift her and laid her on the couch as another knock followed—harder. Faster.

“Who is it?” she whispered to him.

He pressed his lips on hers. “Don’t move. I have hidden you from human eyes.”

He hurried to the door and placed his hand on the surface, dread eating through his blood. Four beyond the barrier. Bonded to him.

He yanked it open to Kildare, Krave, Kross and Kollaborator, all standing there with alarmed expressions. He stepped out and shut the door.

“Raviel sent us,” Kildare said lowly.

“I bonded with her,” Kaos confessed, his panic surging. “I couldn’t stop.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t stop?” Kollaborator wondered.

He looked at none of them. “I mean when I tried to stop, I did the opposite.”

“Why did you show her your true form?” Kildare demanded, anger mixed with the gravity in his ruby gaze.

His gaze snapped to his. “She called me forth when she said my name. After you and I spoke, I got back here as Kohl and found her at the wall, paint brush in hand. Staring at what she’d painted.

” His breaths quaked at the memory. “She painted me and her. She stood with her back to me, facing someone or something. She said, ‘I know his name.’ And she spoke it. It was as if she unlocked the door between realms and pulled me right in.”

“Who is this woman again?” Kollaborator demanded in strained awe.

“Raviel’s pick,” Kildare said. “He summoned us to get over here immediately. Your bond didn’t just flare, it detonated a bomb that reached Nominous.”

“Nominous,” Kaos said, searching his mind for the meaning.

“His name means ‘the one who unmakes.’” Kross's low words jerked Kaos’s powers.

“That flare you triggered,” Krave said, low and sharp, “wasn’t just a signal—it was a rupture in the Pattern. Nominous is the enforcer of said Pattern, cleaning up anything that doesn’t fit the rules. It doesn’t care about why or who, it just unbinds.”

“Explain that,” Kaos’s Rage demanded.

“Tears apart any bond or creation that breaks the First Design,” Krave said. “Your burst with Jaxi set off a major alarm.”

Kollaborator stepped closer, his breath carrying power that cut through tension.

“Listen. Nominous doesn’t play favorites,” he said with quiet urgency.

“It’s pure function, enforcing the Pattern without bias.

When it detects an anomaly—especially something born from human creativity mixed with divine power—it moves quickly, decisively.

” He glanced toward the studio door. “What you two made didn’t just bend rules, it punched a hole in the laws of existence. ”

“Then let him come,” Kaos realized, looking at them. “Let him unbind us.”