Page 42 of Unleashing Mayhem
And how he enjoyed that touch.
With his extended lifespan, the passage of time was of no concern to Nightmare, but that morning he would have given anything to stop its progress, to freeze that moment of Matteo writhing against him, his sweet cock hard and weeping against Nightmare’s leg as he tried desperately to find his release.
And though Nightmare never would have thought he’d enjoy having a human appendage in his mouth without the intent to bite it off, Matteo’s cock had fit perfectly, the salty, slightly bitter taste of his copious precum a lovely contrast to the rich, lemony sweetness of his lust in the air.
And when Nightmare had found his own release on Matteo’s beautiful back, rubbing his spend into that tender, tortured skin…
It had been satisfying in a way he’d never imagined.
Nightmare had been full of the delicious knowledge that, had they been in the demon realm, every creature near and far would have been able to scent with a single sniff that Matteo belonged to Nightmare. The thought had caused Nightmare’s cock to fill again almost immediately, and he hadn’t been able to resist parting Matteo’s cheeks and gazing at his hole, as tender and pink as the rest of him.
It had been novel, that animal lust. The bizarre need to press his body to another’s, to stroke and lick and rub against a second creature’s skin.
Nightmare had only experienced one other physical mating in his life, long ago. A fight for territory with a young warrior that had turned into a different kind of battle for dominance. It hadbeen stimulating and not as horrible as it could have been, but Nightmare hadn’t sought out the experience a second time.
Touching Matteo was different. Nightmare craved it the same way he craved tearing apart a wicked mind.
More, even.
But now the little chaos demon was pouting again, and Nightmare let out a sigh. They didn’t have time for this. “Come here, Bracchus.”
Chaos stepped forward—shrewdly keeping his arms to himself—and Nightmare patted his head once. Twice.
“There,” Nightmare told him, withdrawing his hand again. “No more.”
Chaos cackled his delight and bounded back to Cooper. The two of them clasped hands once more.
Cooper turned to Matteo. “He and Nix hugged for like an hour when they were reunited,” he said with a sheepish smile, his cheeks turning pink. “I hated it.”
“You never said, puppy.” Chaos’s lips curled into a sly grin. “But I could feel your jealousy through the soul piece. It was so tasty.”
While it was pleasing that this other human wished to reassure Matteo, none of them were meeting for a social call. “You have information,” Nightmare pressed.
“Right.” Cooper gave his satchel a pat. “Ivan’s been monitoring the Carusos that are left. We can go through what I have together.” He gave Matteo an apologetic wince. “Sorry I couldn’t send it by email. Ivan’s really paranoid about that sort of thing. Something about not going to prison so soon after life finally got interesting.”
Chaos rolled his eyes. “As if Nix wouldn’t break him out immediately. I might even help. Could be fun.”
“Th-That’s okay,” Matteo said shyly, and Nightmare’s shirt pulled tightly against his skin as Matteo gripped at the hem,seeking reassurance. His nerves were palpable in the air, his soul piece thrumming with them.
It wasn’t because of the other demon in the room. Matteo had been nervous to stand his ground against Chaos, but Nightmare hadn’t scented any abject terror. This fear was due to the satchel and the information that might be contained within it.
Nightmare rested his hand on the back of Matteo’s neck, stroking the soft skin there gently with his thumb. “I will be right beside you, sweet.”
Chaos let out a high-pitched squeak. “Did you hear that?” he whispered quite loudly to Cooper. “Sweet.”
“My paralysis has not lost its potency, Bracchus. You will behave.”
Chaos gave a salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”
It was tempting to incapacitate him regardless, but then this Cooper might not be so cooperative, and they needed the information he’d brought. Nightmare let it go. For now.
They all ended up on the small sofa in the hotel room’s living area. Cooper and Matteo sat next to each other, a small, portable computer on Cooper’s lap. Chaos sat next to his mate, and Nightmare stood behind the sofa, bent low so that he could rest his hand over Matteo’s chest, feeling the steady—if slightly quickened—beat of his heart.
Nightmare had the almost irresistible urge to reach into Matteo’s chest and soothe the organ directly, if such a thing were possible. To take it out and swallow it whole and hold it inside himself, keeping it safe within his own viscera.
The impulse was as foreign to him as the impulse to fuck and touch and press together, groin to mouth. How strange, to feel this way for another creature.
But it couldn’t be helped, even if Nightmare had wanted it to. Ever since he’d tasted Matteo’s soul through the ether, something deep within him had cried out,Mine.
