Page 48 of Unleashing Mayhem
Nightmare began reciting foreign words above him, and Matty repeated them mindlessly. A thready voice whispered a translation in his ear. Was that one of Nightmare’s shadows? Did theytalk?
“I am bound to you, by body, heart, and soul. To be parted only briefly in death, and then together forevermore. Two souls made one, my mate’s and my own. My soul for my mate, and my mate’s soul for me in turn.”
Matty barely had time to marvel at the vow he’d made when a shadow nipped at his lip, reopening his wound. Nightmare’s finger swiped at the fresh drops of blood, and then his hand returned in front of Matty’s mouth.
Even in his foggy state, Matty knew what to do.
He found the base of Nightmare’s thumb, and he bit as hard as he could. Smoky copper swept over his tongue, and Nightmare’s hand was gone again.
Black smoke filled the room.
And then Matty’s body was on fire.
The languid feeling he’d been reveling in evaporated, and he was all static electricity, every muscle inside him twitching and trembling. The bed was shaking from the force of it. Or maybe Nightmare was shaking too? It was hard to tell. Matty was too overwhelmed by this new jittery, buzzing need. He could feel Nightmare’s warmth, but it wasn’t enough. Nightmare was over him but notinhim. That was wrong. So wrong. Every part of them should be touching. Merging. Joining.
“Scary,” Matty whined.
“I’ve got you, sweet.”
Slender fingers covered Matty’s where they were clawing at the bedspread. A large hand on his. Matty clenched at it desperately.
“I need—”
“I know.”
Something broad and blunt pressed at Matty’s entrance. Bigger than fingers. Much wider than a tongue.
Matty arched his back and pressed his ass up, desperate to get at it.
“Push out, sweet. Bear down. Let me in, Matteo.”
Matty did what Nightmare said, and that impossibly thick head breached him. Pushed in. Filled him.
Matty moaned.
Every inch that Nightmare gained, that fat head pressed against everything good inside Matty, and when Nightmare bottomed out, that buzzing electricity finally calmed.
What was left was hot, perfect arousal.
“Oh fuck,” Matty cried, clenching hard around Nightmare’s cock, groaning at the sensation of being perfectly filled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
It was going to be his favorite thing, wasn’t it? Getting fucked by his demon.
Nightmare didn’t pause, didn’t make Matty wait for more. He withdrew in one long, fluid motion and then drove right back in. Again. And again. His hands were still clasped with Matty’s, their clenched fists pressing into the mattress.
When Matty caught the rhythm, he somehow found the strength to start pushing back into it, pressing his ass up to get Nightmare even deeper. The angles Nightmare reached made Matty’s belly clench and his cock jerk. It felt good to move, to follow that rhythm, his cock sliding against the bedcovers whenever Nightmare pressed him down again.
“I love it,” Matty moaned. “I love it so, so much.”
He did. He loved the way Nightmare filled him, the way his big body covered him. He loved the way their bare skin pressed together. Loved the way Nightmare’s body was hotter than it should be, the way it made sweat prickle and gather on Matty’s skin. He loved the growling, grunting noises Nightmare made above him, Matty’s calm and eloquent demon somewhere beyond words now.
Matty was so lost in his new love of fucking that it took him a minute to recognize the change within him. A dark presence in his chest. It was steady and strong and…hungry. So hungry. A hunger that was deeper and darker than anything Matty had ever felt.
A coveting hunger. A need to claim.
Matty froze, and Nightmare stilled above him, his cock still nestled deep within Matty.
“You want me,” Matty said with wonder. “You want me so bad.”
