Page 34 of Unleashing Mayhem
“Is that what you think, sweet?” Nightmare asked, his voice deadly soft.
Matty reached out a hand, wanting to touch it again, but Nightmare’s shadows held him back. Matty settled for palming his own clothed cock, hoping some sort of pressure would make him less desperate.
It didn’t work.
Matty licked his lips, staring at the branching black veins. “Will it really fit inside me? The whole thing?”
It seemed unlikely. The head was so fat, the petals bunched under it so strange.
“Yes, sweet. It will fit.”
“And it’ll feel good?”
“We’ll make sure of it.”
“You should—you should give it to me. Right now.” Matty squirmed harder now, fighting against the shadows holding him. It was like all the lust and want and naughty thoughts he’d been ignoring for a lifetime were pouring out from inside him. He felt ravenous and needy and a little crazed.
Nightmare rose from the floor, lifting Matty with him effortlessly. Matty tried to wrap his legs around Nightmare’s waist, but he was held back by something. The next thing he knew, he was being tossed on the hotel bed, and then he was sprawled on his back, spread-eagle, his demon’s shadows holding down each limb. Nightmare stood over him, his cock rising rigid from his open pants.
“Stay,” the demon ordered darkly. He was huge and scary and perfect.
Matty melted into the mattress. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
The shadows around Matty started peeling off his pants and underwear. All the while Nightmare stood there, looming over him.
Maybe Matty should have felt exposed or embarrassed, being stripped like this, all his scars on display. But he only felt beautiful. Not cute or adorable or anything like that.Beautiful.
Eventually Matty was naked, his hard cock jutting out from the dark thatch of curls at his groin. His erection wasn’t as strange or impressive as Nightmare’s, but Nightmare seemed to like it. His gaze was locked on it, and he’d wrapped a hand around his own cock again, gripping tightly.
“Am I still pretty?” Matty asked.
“Yes, sweet. Every inch.”
Matty’s breath caught as Nightmare lifted a knee onto the mattress. The demon leaned down close, running his nose along Matty’s neck, his long silvery-white hair brushing Matty’s skin.Matty could feel the heat emanating from him, an inferno waiting to envelop him.
“So sweet,” Nightmare murmured. And then he moved down, running his nose along Matty’s collarbone, his chest. He followed a path all the way down to the creases along Matty’s groin, ignoring the way Matty jerked as his hair tickled Matty’s cock.
It didn’t matter if Matty jolted though. Nightmare’s shadows were still holding him securely.
Nightmare didn’t stop at Matty’s groin. He traveled down Matty’s legs next, upper thigh to ankle. Sometimes Matty thought he felt Nightmare’s lips brushing him, but mostly it was skin against skin. Scenting him or marking him or sizing him up to eat him, who knew?
Matty had thought he’d experienced all types of torture, but this one was new. He’d never been turned on like this, aching for any tiny bit of touch. He’d never been so completely desperate, with absolutely no idea how to relieve any of it.
Well, he hadideasof how to relieve it. But he wasn’t being allowed to act on them.
It was overwhelming. Scary. Perfect.
But not enough.
“I hurt,” Matty whispered as Nightmare moved on to examine each of his individual ten toes.
“Where do you hurt, sweet?” Nightmare asked, one of his shadows shifting to caress Matty’s cheek.
“Everywhere.”
Matty meant his aching arousal, but he also maybe meant a lifetime of broken hopes and horrible pain finally catching up to him. He thought Nightmare got it though. He thought maybe Nightmare was the only creature who could.
Nightmare rose over him again, his palms settling on either side of Matty’s head. He smelled of smoke and secrets, and hiswhite eyes were glowing. “And how can I make it better, little human?”
