Page 46 of Unleashing Mayhem
Nightmare followedas Matteo rushed through their hotel room door, the Book clutched to his chest.
“Okay!” Matteo yelled as soon as the door was shut, whirling to face Nightmare. “We recite the verse, right? Is that howwe do it? And—and blood. We exchange blood, right?” Before Nightmare could confirm, Matteo bit down hard on his lower lip, splitting the skin anew. “I’m ready,” he said, his lip shining red.
Nightmare stepped forward, cupping his mate’s eager face with both hands. “Matteo.”
Matteo’s face fell. “No. No waiting. No—”
Nightmare ran his thumbs over Matteo’s cheeks, shushing him gently. “The bond will require penetration, sweet. And you have yet to be penetrated by more than my fingers. You will allow me to prepare you before we begin.” It was not a negotiable request for Nightmare. He would not allow himself to harm his summoner. Although, perhaps he was assuming…
“Unless you’d prefer to do the penetrating?” he asked.
Matteo’s big, pretty eyes widened. Had he not considered the possibility? “Oh. Oh wow. Maybe—maybe later? But this time I want you to—I need you to—”
Nightmare nodded his understanding. “Then you will be patient and you will allow me this.”
“Yes,” Matteo agreed, licking the blood off his lower lip.
Nightmare’s cock ached at the sight. Soon enough that blood would be used to bind them together for eternity. Any essence belonging to Matteo was precious, but that fact made it even more so. “I’ll undress you now, shall I?”
“Yes.”
Nightmare’s shadows rushed out to strip Matteo of his clothes, and soon he was standing before Nightmare clad only in the few shadows still teasing at his collarbone.
He was so beautiful, Nightmare’s summoner. Scarred and slender, narrow of shoulders and hips, with sharp lines and wiry muscles usually hidden by his baggy clothes. And graced with a substantial cock, already filling with blood.
Nightmare nodded to the bed. “On your stomach, sweet.”
Matteo seemed to need no further encouragement. He scrambled up onto the bed, and Nightmare tucked a hotel pillow under his hips.
Matteo shot him an imperious look over his shoulder. “Now you though. With the undressing.”
Nightmare let his clothes fall back to the ether. Matteo eyed his naked form hungrily, from the top of his antlers to his toes, then back to his groin. “No hair,” he said softly.
“No.”
Matteo licked at his lip, where small drops of blood had welled again. “I’m gonna rub all over you after this. All. Over.”
Nightmare grinned. “Yes, sweet.”
Matteo turned his head back and rested his chin on his folded hands. Nightmare gave in to temptation and placed a knee on the bed, leaning in close, petting along the bare skin in front of him. He traced his taloned fingertips over Matteo’s shoulders, his scarred back, his bottom. He kneaded the flesh there hungrily, unable to stop his grip from firming. There was a dark urge whispering inside him, telling him to hoist Matteo up and claim him with all the full, terrible ferocity inside him.
But there were also Nightmare’s shadows, murmuring in his ear. Reminding him.Soft. Sweet. Gentle.
Nightmare parted those round cheeks, revealing Matteo’s furled pink hole to his gaze. Nightmare let hot saliva gather in his mouth and spat.
“Oh,” Matteo gasped, squirming in Nightmare’s hold.
Nightmare pressed with his thumb—his talons blunted short for the occasion—coaxing and rubbing his offering into that tender spot.
He leaned in closer, breathing in Matteo’s lemon scent.
Nightmare knew what he must look like, crouched and looming over Matteo’s supine form. A monster of the dark, here to devour an innocent, unsuspecting victim.
But while innocent Matteo might have been—in Nightmare’s eyes if not his own—he was in no way unsuspecting. He was possessive and greedy and perfect, and Nightmare was finally stealing him for his own.
Nightmare blunted his sharp teeth and pressed his face in close, tonguing at that precious, hidden spot.
“Ohhh,” Matteo sighed. “Oh. Ohfuck.”
