Page 75 of Calling Chaos

Chaos sucked the blood into his mouth, swallowed, and released the finger. Cooper drew his hand to his chest, cupping his fingers together to catch the remaining blood. Chaos could heal it, but he wouldn’t. It would scar.

Chaos wanted it to.

“I didn’t bite it off,” he told Cooper proudly.

Cooper arched his brows, still cupping his hand to his chest. “Was there a risk of that?”

“There’s always a risk of that. You have lovely hands.”

“Your version of cuteness aggression is alarming.”

But Cooper didn’t smell alarmed at all. He smelled peaceful. Happy. Safe.

Chaos bit his own finger—the fourth on his left hand—letting the blood well for a moment before he held it out to Cooper. Cooper winced again, but he took it obediently into his mouth, swallowing once.

“Good puppy.” Chaos withdrew his finger, shifting in position. He was getting hard now. He couldn’t help it. Cooper wasn’t—not yet—but that would change soon.

Sure enough, as the blood hit his system, Cooper immediately started shaking violently, the sweatshirt draping his shoulders sliding off onto the covers. Chaos was trembling now too, and yellow smoke began filling the room, until it looked like the bed they were sitting on was a boat in a river of golden fog.

“I f-feel weird,” Cooper stuttered, staring out at the smoke. His pretty penis was filling rapidly, rising out of his lap.

“Yes, puppy,” Chaos said. He started grasping his own cock, unable to resist. “It’s the bond magic.”

Cooper’s gaze fell to Chaos’s hand. “C-Consummation time?”

“Yes, puppy,” Chaos crooned. So smart, his Cooper.

“L-Lube?”

Chaos had been carrying some in his pants pocket, so he summoned them to the bed and dug it out. He ripped open the packet and coated his cock quickly. “Come here.”

Cooper shuffled over on his knees and clambered onto Chaos’s lap. Chaos swiped off some of the excess lube onto his fingers. He parted Cooper’s cheeks. “Let’s open you up.”

Cooper shook his head. “No fingers. It’s too—I need—” He laid his trembling hands on Chaos’s arms. “Just go slow.”

Chaos knew what Cooper meant. He needed too. It was the magic of the bond urging for them to be joined in body as their souls took root in each other. He lined his tapered tip up with Cooper’s entrance. Despite the near-painful urge totake, he left it at that for the moment, sliding his hands down Cooper’s shivery sides to soothe them both. He let Cooper shift himself down inch by inch until he was seated to the hilt, and their shaking instantly eased.

Cooper was filled with Chaos, and Chaos…Chaos was filled by Cooper. His human’s soul was no longer a little piece in Chaos’s chest. Itfilledhis chest, expanding until there was room for nothing else. As if Chaos’s soul hadn’t just merged with Cooper’s but he’d given his away, given it all to his sweet summoner.

Chaos liked that idea. What did he need with his soul? It already belonged to Cooper.

“Oh my God.” Cooper leaned back, his rump resting on Chaos’s thighs, his beautiful mismatched eyes wide with wonder. “I can feel you.” He tapped his chest. “So wild. And joyful. Brave.”

Chaos lifted his fingers to Cooper’s cheeks. They were wet. “You’re crying.”

Cooper blinked, and more tears fell from beneath his glasses. “It feels so good, to have you here. I think—I think I missed you. I’ve been missing you my whole life, and I didn’t even know.”

Chaos shifted them, lowering Cooper onto his back on the bed without dislodging himself, Cooper’s knees bent and spread wide around Chaos’s own. Chaos pulled back his hips, then slid back into him in a tight, tortured thrust. “You’ll never be alone again,” he promised. “Never, ever.”

Cooper moaned and arched his back, encouraging Chaos to move again. “Love you.”

It was a silly, nonsense human word, but Chaos liked hearing it come from Cooper’s lips. It meant something to Cooper. It meant he’d missed Chaos’s soul, before he’d even known who Chaos was. Chaos felt that too. It made no sense at all, and that was a wonderful thing.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Chaos wiggled and petted and cajoled until Cooper’s body was taking him easily, and then he bred his puppy with slow, smooth rolls of his hips, for once happy to be steady and contained. They had their whole existence for wild and unrestrained. Chaos had an eternity to tease Cooper now.

“Stroke yourself, puppy,” he murmured. “Slow for me.”

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