Page 59 of Calling Chaos

The one at Cooper’s head started stroking his hair again as someone’s cock pressed into him. Cooper keened, his overworked body opening at Chaos’s insistence.

“That’s it, puppy. Let me in.”

As if Cooper had ever been capable of anything else.

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Chaos

Chaos 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 otherotherself 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—toclaimit.

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.”

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