Page 24 of Unleashing Mayhem
Matty sniffed back more tears. “Whatever it is, you can have it.”
Nightmare made a quiet tutting sound, like Matty was being unreasonable. “And if it’s your very soul, whole and complete and mine to devour?”
“You can have it,” Matty told him instantly. “It’s yours.”
“Foolish little human,” Nightmare whispered, soft and dark as one of his shadows.
And then he pressed his lips against Matty’s.
Other than the thank-you kiss Matty had given Nightmare in the foyer, Matty had been kissed only once before. It had been stolen by a vile man in the organization who’d reeked of stale beer and was found dead in a river the next day. He’d shoved his meaty tongue into Matty’s mouth and made him gag.
Nightmare’s kiss was nothing like that. His lips were thin but so warm, and his soft tongue swept gently against Matty’s mouth, coaxing it to open.
Matty let the demon in, his skin suddenly too tight and too hot. Nightmare smelled like smoke-laced fog, and secrets in the dark, and his touch never hurt, and Matty wanted more of it.
Matty leaned so far forward he fell off the edge of the couch, but Nightmare caught him, tugging Matty into his lap, never breaking the kiss.
It was a good position, because it meant Matty could wrap around him like a limpet, craning his neck up so Nightmare could keep kissing him. Nightmare was so much bigger than him—so much stronger—and it did something weird to Matty, made his belly swoop and all his blood rush south.
Safe in Nightmare’s lap, Matty let go of all his terrible thoughts and fears, let himself be reduced to nothing more than a warm and willing body grinding against Nightmare, mindlessly trying to get more pressure against his swelling dick.
Nightmare broke the kiss, still stroking Matty’s cheeks. Matty wasn’t crying anymore, so that was good. But he was…aching in a way he never had before. He was aching and hard and wanting.
“What do you desire, sweet?”
Matty knew the answer. “I want to feel good. Please. For once in my life, I want to feel onlygood.”
And Nightmare really was the best demon Matty could have ever hoped for, because taloned fingers left Matty’s cheek and trailed down to his sweats, working nimbly to slide them down and untangle them from Matty’s legs until he was nude from the waist down, still in Nightmare’s lap, his hard cock red and weepy with precum.
Oh God. Nightmare was going to touch him. Stroke him. Make him come.
Matty could barely breathe, overwhelmed by this ferocious need for all of it.
He looked down, watching those slender fingers wrap around his cock. Matty was large for his stature, but Nightmare’s fingers dwarfed him easily.
“Pretty,” Nightmare crooned, his thumb sliding over Matty’s cockhead, spreading his precum around, making Matty gasp. “So pretty, sweet. Every bit of you.”
He stroked down, precum easing the glide, and then he squeezed as he lifted back upward and— Oh.Oh. That was—that wasso much betterthan when Matty touched himself.
“Oh my God.” Matty dropped his forehead into Nightmare’s chest, rolling it back and forth as he looked down, unable to stop watching Nightmare touch him.
Before he’d summoned Nightmare to his side, Matty had almost only ever been touched in cruelty, and this was—
Matty would give his soul over without question, if he could have more of this.
As if reading his mind, soft warmth creeped under Matty’s shirt, sliding along his ribs, teasing at his nipples, petting alonghis neck. Nightmare’s shadows. The ones Matty had seen rip into Dominico’s goon’s mind and drive him mad. The ones he’d seen tear a man through a closed window.
They were teasing Matty, and they feltwonderful.
Matty moaned. He didn’t think it had been very long at all, but he could feel something building at the base of his spine, swirling deep in his belly, and his need was too strong for him to hold any of it in. He couldn’t stop squirming and writhing, and it was only Nightmare’s strong arm around his back that kept him from sliding off his demon’s lap onto the floor.
“I-I’m going to come,” Matty said, the words coming out in a desperate whine as he rocked his hips. “You’re making me come.”
“Yes, sweet,” Nightmare hissed, still gliding his hand around Matty’s cock in a steady, perfect rhythm. “Give it to us.”
Matty cried out, a high-pitched screech that maybe he’d be embarrassed about later. But his orgasm was a hundred times stronger than anything he’d ever done for himself, and it choked the air out of his lungs as he came.
A deep, satisfied rumble left Nightmare’s chest, and he continued stroking Matty through his release until Matty was trembling like a leaf.
