Page 49 of Unleashing Mayhem
“Yes,” Nightmare confirmed in his low, husky rasp. It was the first time he’d spoken since their bodies had joined. His shadows gathered at Matty’s lips and cheeks and neck as he started rocking his hips into Matty again, driving that hot length into him. “And now we have you.”
The shadows traveled down from Matty’s neck to his chest, over his belly, all the way to his cock, where they stroked and squeezed.
The new pressure around his cock had Matty’s muscles clenching tight around Nightmare’s dick, and a low, dark rumble left Nightmare’s chest. And then he was slamming in even harder, pressing Matty deeper into the mattress with every thrust.
Matty had lost his own rhythm—the pressure inside him and the shadows rhythmically sucking and squeezing at his cock had him frozen. He was afraid to breathe, afraid that if he let himself relax even the tiniest bit, he was going to come again and it was going to be too much to bear. The pleasure would tear him into a million tiny pieces and scatter him to the winds.
But Matty didn’t have a choice as that big, bulbous cock filled him again and again. His spine was already tingling, his fingers and toes curling tightly in desperation.
“Ah, ah, ah!” was all he could say, over and over. He couldn’t find the words to warn Nightmare that he was about to dissolve.
And then it was too late. Matty was coming again, too overwhelmed to even cry out this time, only barely able to press his face hard into the bedspread and whimper as his muscles trembled, his channel clamping down again and again, milking Nightmare for all he was worth.
He was pretty sure Nightmare was coming too, his strokes stuttering as his big body pressed Matty down, down, down. He cock felt even bigger somehow, or maybe that was just from Matty’s spasming as the pleasure racked through his body.
It felt like another eternity before Matty came back to himself.
He was panting into thick fabric, half-suffocated, and he had to lift his head to the side to breathe properly again. Nightmare was still inside him, and when Matty tried to move out fromunder him—he wanted to see his demon’s face now—a dull pain ached, right where Nightmare was lodged.
Matty yelped at the unexpected sensation.
“Stay still, sweet.”
Despite Nightmare’s warning, Matty wiggled his hips just a little. He took stock of what he was feeling. “Scary, are you—” He wiggled again, and then he was almost sure of it. “Are we…locked together?”
“What you call my petals,” Nightmare said, and was it just Matty’s imagination, or was there an almost sheepish note in his voice? “They have…expanded.”
“Um.” Matty tried to think of something reasonable to say in response to that. “For how long?”
“For some time, I believe.”
Matty squirmed again, testing the give between them. It didn’t hurt unless he pulled too suddenly or too hard. “Is that what you thought would scare me?”
“Perhaps. I can dislodge if you wish. Though it will take some…effort.”
“Oh.” Matty considered as he relaxed back onto the mattress, done with his experimental writhing for the moment. “I don’t mind,” he finally concluded.
Actually, other than the not getting to see Nightmare’s face part, it was kind of perfect. Matty had not only bound Nightmare to him, but he’d trapped Nightmareinsidehim, and without even meaning to. He was surrounded by his demon in every way: Nightmare’s scent bathing Matty’s body, his solid weight resting on him, and his big demon cock lodged deep within him.
Matty started giggling, suddenly finding the situation unbearably funny.
Was this what that manifestation stuff people were always talking about was about? To be so insanely needy that Matty hadcreated a universe where his demon mate physically couldn’t leave his body?
Nightmare let out an amused huff, and then he was rolling them over onto their sides without breaking the connection.
Oh, that was nice. Spooning with extras. Matty reached back and tugged Nightmare’s arm around his middle, shifting his legs until their limbs were entwined together.
He turned his head, and Nightmare caught on to the unspoken request, capturing Matty’s lips in a perfect, possessive kiss, his tongue fucking deep into Matty’s mouth.
Matty sighed into the claiming, and he couldn’t help wiggling again, playing with that fullness inside him. There was enough leeway for him to pulse his hips a little, and it felt surprisingly good. Like an internal massage. Nightmare took over the gentle rocking, and then Matty’s cock was filling again, a slow, nonurgent arousal building within him. He kind of wanted to touch himself, but his limbs were too heavy to manage it.
“What’s it for?” Matty broke the kiss to ask with languid curiosity. “The petals expanding like that?”
Nightmare spread his palm over Matty’s belly. “Breeding, I suppose. I wasn’t sure if it would take—it didn’t in my only other experience. But you’ll be full by the end; perhaps that’s the intent.”
Full of Nightmare’s cum, he meant. Matty shivered. He could feel it, now that Nightmare had mentioned it—a hot warmth inside him. There’d be more of that, then.
“I will bathe you afterward. And my…secretions have healing properties. You won’t be sore, sweet.”
