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

Cooper could only hope he’d survive it.

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Chaos

Chaos batted at the thick, soft hotel pillows with his tail. He was happily curled up on the bed next to his puppy, each of them with their own laptop. Cooper had brought two to the hotel, one for each of them. Thoughtful as always.

After that first night in the hotel—when Cooper had so agreeably let Chaos practice being gentle with his mouth—they’d spent all day yesterday and last night switching off between exploring outside (for Chaos) and “work time” (for Cooper), where Cooper attended to Ivan’s tasks for him and Chaos played video games while wishing various deaths upon Ivan for taking up so much of his puppy’s precious time.

So far Chaos had been many different characters, had shot and exploded things with abandon, and had even been a little goose with a knife, causing a delightful amount of mayhem. It was all surprisingly entertaining, considering he’d been in bed for all of it.

Much, much more entertaining, however, were the four other blow jobs Chaos had given Cooper, each as titillating as the first.

Who had known sucking on an appendage andnotbiting down could be so delightful?

Chaos hadn’t exactly been lying when he’d told Cooper he needed to practice being gentle with a human mate. Mating for him had always been some furious clash of bodies, each partner searching for their own release with no thought to the other’s welfare or pleasure. It also hadn’t been something Chaos had participated in often—sex wasn’t one of his primary drives, not like Nix. Chaos could go for a long, long time without finding the urge particularly overwhelming.

But he also hadn’t realized just how intriguing it could be, to have someone like Cooper gasping and trembling under his touch, yearning under Chaos’s searching mouth. Chaos found himself thinking about it even when it wasn’t happening, his cock filling at the funniest times. Aching for more.

Aching for his mate.

Chaos had officially decided after that very first time with his mouth around Cooper’s cock—Cooper was the human for him. It was part of why it was so fun to mark Cooper in his spend afterward, which Cooper always agreed to eagerly, whether it be on his belly, chest, or face. Chaos didn’t tell Cooper, but every time he coated Cooper with his cum, he was secretly saying,Mine. My human. Marked and claimed.

He giggled to himself at the thought.

Cooper glanced over with a little smile. “Having fun over there?”

He looked fond, which he did more and more these past few days when looking at Chaos. It turned out sex and close proximity were very good for bonding. Chaos couldn’t have planned this little interlude better if he’d tried. It almost made him want to thank Ivan for making Cooper run away. Almost.

Except there was one teeny, little problem: the longer they stayed in this hotel, the more anxious Cooper was becoming. Orgasms didn’t seem to be enough to fix it, nor did Chaos politely playing video games while Cooper worked.

Chaos let his giggle trail off, narrowing his eyes at Cooper instead. It was time to get to the bottom of this. “Why are you afraid right now?” he asked.

Cooper’s eyes widened in surprise at the shift in tone. “What?”

“Every hour we stay here, you become a little more afraid. It’s not because of me.” Chaos pouted a little at the thought. It wasn’t that hewantedCooper to be terrified of him. That would have ruined their fun. But he didn’t want anyone else to have that power over his dear puppy either.

“Well…” Cooper pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, clicking something on his computer and then shutting the laptop to focus on Chaos. “I guess it’s knowing that the longer I avoid Ivan, the more pissed he’s gonna be when I see him again.”

Ugh. Ivan.

Cooper was afraid of this human—his cousin and his employer—and Chaos didn’tlikeit. It was okay when Cooper was a little nervous around Chaos, because Chaos knewhewasn’t going to do anything to hurt Cooper. Not really. But this Ivan…

Chaos flexed his talons. He could feel his eyes changing colors as he battled his rage. It wouldn’t do to have a fit. Not now. “Why do you work for mobsters when they scare you?”

He’d been wondering. Cooper wasn’t the type, as far as Chaos could tell. His soul piece didn’t contain any greed or bloodlust inside it, and his technological skill set could surely have been used elsewhere, considering how much the modern world seemed to run on computers.

Something soft and sad pulsed from Cooper as he cleared his throat. “My dad,” he said quietly. “We came here from Russia when I was a baby. He and my mom wanted a fresh start, but my mom died when I was little, and after that he…” Cooper rubbed at his arm, as if to soothe himself. “Well, he had trouble holding on to a job. When he heard that his brother-in-law, Dimitri, had made a name for himself in the mob…”

Cooper shrugged, but the sadness wafting from him didn’t ease. “He offered himself up. But he was too much of a mess, and Dimitri asked for me instead. Someone small and unassuming to run errands without drawing attention. My dad was going to refuse, but I knew we needed the money. So I started working for Dimitri when I was still a teenager, and then when Ivan took over, he started using me for what I actually do best.”

Chaos frowned, trying to sift through the emotions roiling around the room. He couldn’t tell if Cooper was sad because he was thinking about his dad or sad about the circumstances surrounding him coming to work for Ivan. This was where Nix would have come in handy. He knew humans better than Chaos did.

But Cooper wasChaos’shuman, so Chaos would have to muddle through.

“You could leave,” Chaos offered. “I’d protect you.”

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