Page 50 of Unleashing Mayhem
Nightmare almost sounded apologetic, like he was worried Matty was going to be angry with the situation. And underneath his words, thrumming between them, Matty was getting little glimpses in the new bond too. Kind of like fear, or some quieter version of it. Fear that Matty would get scared. That he’d regret.
Poor Scary. Matty didn’t regret anything, except that he was so weirdly tired.
“I’m getting sleepy,” he murmured with a pout. “You can keep going though.” He pressed Nightmare’s hand harder to his belly, where he could almost swear he felt the bulge of Nightmare’s cock from the outside. “Fill me up, Scary.”
There was a hitched breath behind him. Matty craned his neck to find Nightmare’s white eyes were glowing.
“Would you like that, sweet?” Nightmare rasped, his gaze intent on Matty’s. “For me to take my pleasure while you slumber?”
It sounded perfect to Matteo. To fall asleep with Nightmare as close as he could physically be. For Nightmare to pump him full and claim him while Matty lay dead to the world.
Maybe Matty would dream about it. Maybe for once in his life, his sleep would be a place for sweet things.
He rested his head on his arm, letting his eyes fall closed, even as heat swirled low in his belly, his cock full between his legs. “Yeah, Scary. Like the vows said: I’m all yours.”
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Nightmare
Precious. Perfect. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
Nightmare knelt on the floor by the foot of the hotel bed, holding Matteo’s lax thighs open with his hands, watching his spend trickle from Matteo’s open hole.
It had taken longer than Nightmare had imagined for his petals to constrict. Whether that was due to the power of the bonding or the covetousness that ran through his very bones, he didn’t know. He’d caressed and scented and ground deep into Matteo’s limp form, his cock pulsing out more and more cum, and then he’d turned Matteo onto his stomach and rocked against him until finally Nightmare’s hunger had abated enough for his cock to unlatch.
Matteo had slept through it all.
The trust he’d shown in Nightmare—in allowing himself to slumber while Nightmare surrounded him in every way possible—was a heady drug indeed. Nightmare had gotten immense pleasure from stroking his mate’s cock just to watch him sighand shift in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering but never opening entirely.
Nightmare hadn’t needed to siphon any fear from Matteo at all. His mate had slept peacefully, his lemon scent rich with arousal. Perhaps his lack of dark dreams was due to his new link with Nightmare’s soul, or perhaps it was due to the fact that he’d had Nightmare’s body wrapped so firmly around him.Insidehim.
Nightmare regretted the loss of that closeness already, even as he experienced immense pleasure watching his release drip from Matteo’s sleeping form. He’d sensed it would be this way. Sensed that once he got a taste of burrowing inside his mate, he’d never want to leave. He’d been cautious for this very reason.
He placated himself by massaging the firm, supple muscle of Matteo’s thighs. For once, Nightmare’s shadows were resting in Matteo’s presence, tucked deep within Nightmare, exhausted from the bonding.
Nightmare had his summoner to himself.
He ran his nose along the tender flesh under his hands. He opened his mouth and gently—carefully—bit down, tonguing the salty skin. Matteo was soaked with sweat from being wrapped up with Nightmare’s inhuman warmth for so long. Nightmare had the strange urge to lick every drop from his body.
Perhaps he would.
He slid his hand up Matteo’s inner thigh and thumbed at his mate’s hole. More spend trickled out, dark and smoky. A quiet rumble of satisfaction left Nightmare’s chest. The tender pink skin might have been red and puffy except that Nightmare’s ejaculate—like his saliva and his blood—held healing properties, if he wished it to. A tool for demons to tend to their human summoner’s needs. A tool now to keep his mate without pain, unharmed by Nightmare’s immense, immeasurable hunger for him.
Matteo’s muscles shifted under Nightmare’s palms, and a soft sigh came from above him.
Nightmare glanced up to find Matteo awake, looking down the length of his torso to Nightmare. “Scary?” Matteo frowned, his dark eyes still foggy with sleep. “You got out.” His hand drifted down to his entrance, as if to verify, and his lips pushed into a pout. “I missed it?”
Nightmare couldn’t help his smile. “There will be other opportunities, sweet.”
Matteo’s pout shifted into a shy little grin. He rose higher onto his elbows, although he didn’t attempt to close his legs, didn’t try to shield himself from Nightmare’s hungry gaze. “What are you doing down there?”
“Admiring.”
“Oh.” Matteo’s cheeks flushed pink, and he shifted on the bed. His cock—still hard from Nightmare’s attentions—bobbed in the air. Matteo wrapped his hand around it with a sigh. “I’m so turned on. It’s weird to wake up like that.” He gave himself a stroke, then let his hand drop. His expression turned sweetly beseeching. “Will you suck me, Scary? Please?”
“Mm.” Nightmare pressed a palm on Matteo’s belly. “Lie back, sweet.”
Matteo shook his head. “No, thank you.” His flush deepened. “I want to watch.”
