Cooper’s breath hitched, and his hand drifted to his weeping cock, stroking almost languidly as they rocked together. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his gaze never left Chaos’s eyes, even as his breaths grew ragged and his moans desperate.
“That’s it, puppy,” Chaos crooned when Cooper was right at his edge, his legs shaking desperately as Chaos drove into him. “Come for me. Only for me.”
Cooper’s hand stilled, cupping the head of his cock, and he hunched with a cry. Chaos bent his head, capturing Cooper’s mouth to drink in the sound. That cry was for him. Only for him.
He licked and nipped lazily at Cooper’s mouth as his mate whimpered and moaned, and then he let time stop and splinter around them, the fire that had pooled in his belly rushing out to flood his human with his spend.
He came back to himself to find that he was still sucking on Cooper’s tongue, his cock still nestled deep and warm within him. Chaos drew back slowly—regretfully—and his perfect Cooper grunted at the loss.
“It’s done,” Chaos told him, giddy and gleeful.
Cooper touched Chaos’s cheek with a smile. “I hope our imaginary hatchlings have your eyes.”
Chaos grinned. All the panic and rage of the day had been washed away, and there was only his Cooper, beautiful and generous and so much braver than he knew. “Half will have yours, and half will have mine. How does that sound?”
Cooper pressed a kiss to his lips. “It sounds perfect.”
23
Cooper
Flames running along the walls. A strangled scream. Chaos, beautiful and fierce and full of rage, all of it for Cooper.
Cooper woke up with the words already on his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chaos jolted upright in the hotel bed, although Cooper didn’t think he’d been asleep. “Out of the hotel?”
Cooper shook his head. “Out of the city. Let’s just…go.”
He’d had enough of this place. The people it housed. The men in it who kept creating trouble for him and the people he cared for.
Chaos flopped to his side, setting his head on his hand as he peered at Cooper. “To your cousin?”
Right. Sascha had offered them a place to rest in Maine, if they wanted it. Cooper shrugged. “Sure. As long as it’s away.”
Cooper needed it. He was pretty sure Chaos did too. Cooper hadn’t forgotten Chaos offering—or threatening, really—to take the whole city down for what had been done to Cooper. His demon’s rage might have cooled with the sweetness of their bonding, but Cooper didn’t want to push it. They could use a little space. Not from each other—Cooper wasn’t ready to let Chaos out of his sight anytime soon—but from everything that had happened.
And for once, Cooper was excited to venture out and away. He could feel Chaos through the bond, that bit of him that was supposedly his soul in Cooper’s chest, and it was…exciting. Like a new kind of buzzing energy, something Cooper had never experienced before. A new kind of bravery, almost. It wasn’t exactly like Cooper had changed overnight but more that he could finally see it. Feel it. The joy Chaos had in exploring the world, in making messes, in being unapologetically himself at every turn.
A little extra courage Cooper could borrow when he needed it.
Cooper might anchor Chaos with this bond, but Chaos…liftedCooper.
He laughed, suddenly overwhelmingly pleased with everything. “Let’s get the fuckout of here!” he crowed.
Chaos cackled, jumping onto his knees in excitement, bouncing on the bed. “Yes, puppy! Let’s go play.”
The seat beltsign flashed on with a ding, and Cooper belted his obediently, then leaned over to do the same for Chaos, since the demon was busy making “scary” faces at an older toddler who’d been bawling uncontrollably five minutes ago.
Bawling and throwing things and kicking Cooper’s seat. Cooper had been worried, when Chaos turned around and peered over the back of their chairs, that he was going to scold the kid or threaten him with fire or something. But Chaos had been grinning at the overwhelmed child, ignoring the frantic apologies of the parents.
“Aren’tyoua wild one?” he’d asked gleefully, and the little kid had been so shocked by Chaos’s approval that he’d stopped crying immediately.
And now he and Chaos were apparently the best of friends. They were taking turns making strange faces and even stranger sounds, and each time Chaos switched it up, it sent the kid into manic giggle fits.
The parents, who had another baby they’d been trying to contend with when their older child was losing it, were looking at Chaos like he was a saint from above.
If only they knew.
