Page 36 of Unleashing Mayhem
“I’m aware.”
“Are you going to fuck me one day?” Matty asked. He kind of wished he could stroke his cock too, but it might hurt this soon after coming.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“When we bond.” It was subtle, the way Nightmare’s breath quickened. The way his hand moved just a bit faster. But Matty was watching closely, so he saw it all.
His demon was close.
“When will that be?” Matty asked. He was ready now, if Nightmare wanted. Especially if it meant getting fucked in the next five minutes.
“Very soon.”
“And then I’m yours forever?” Matty asked.
“Yes,” Nightmare hissed. “Mine forever.”
And then the dark, fat head of his cock pulsed, and gray cum spurted all over Matty’s groin and stomach and chest.
There was a lot of it. Matty was covered, sticky with it, and somehow itstillwasn’t enough. He wanted it inside him, filling him up.
He was maybe not a very patient person, Matty was learning. Maybe he was even greedy.
How strange to only be learning that about himself now.
Matty made do with watching the rise and fall of Nightmare’s chest. Watching as he tucked himself deftly back into his pants.
“You like that idea a lot,” Matty said, voicing his realization out loud. He’d said the words right before Nightmare had come, hadn’t he? “Me being yours forever.”
Nightmare’s lips twitched into a small smile, and his shadows finally released their hold completely, trailing all together to drape over Matty’s neck instead of holding his limbs down. It was nice. Like a weird, smoky scarf.
The bed dipped as Nightmare climbed next to him, lying on his back with his hands folded over his belly. Matty turned on his side, cuddling into his demon with a happy sigh.
Matty had been so tense on the bus. Jumping at every vaguely familiar-looking face, only to find that they were a stranger after all. Maybe Nightmare was right, and Dominico really did have to be dealt with before they could live their lives. But for now, Matty’s tension eased with the comfort of Nightmare’s body next to his, his shadows tucked around Matty’s neck.
Everything in Matty’s life had been temporary so far: his days as his mother’s son, his time with Sascha and Kai, his very life. But Nightmare claiming him—that would be permanent.
Matty could relax, maybe for the first time ever.
“You’re going to keep being nice to me, right?” Matty asked, his eyelids drooping closed against his will. “This isn’t some elaborate trick?”
“No tricks, sweet. If I ever harm you, you may banish me from your side.”
“And you’ll go?” Matty frowned into Nightmare’s chest. That didn’t sound permanent at all.
“No. I’ll watch from the shadows, wanting you always. Waiting to return to your good graces.”
“Ohh, that’s nice.”
Matty drifted off to the soothing rumble of Nightmare’s laugh.
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Matty
Matty was warm and safe and well rested. How funny. So maybe he was dreaming?
