Page 51 of Unleashing Mayhem
He was a terror, this one. And Nightmare was ever at his disposal. He blunted his teeth and took Matteo’s cock in his mouth, tonguing at the salty, bitter precum at the tip.
Matteo curled up into his touch with an almost pained cry. “Oh!”
His thighs came up around Nightmare’s head, and his hips started moving, fucking into Nightmare’s mouth without hesitation. He was so eager to mate, so responsive to any touch.Primed for pleasure in a way that must have been innate to his nature, given his lack of experience.
Nightmare hollowed his cheeks and sucked. He was in a mood to be merciful, given how long he’d been playing with Matteo’s pliant body already. And sure enough, the poor thing didn’t last long at all. He only managed a few more frantic pumps of his hips before he curled up into a ball around Nightmare’s head—his hands grasping desperately at Nightmare’s antlers—and shot into Nightmare’s mouth with a cry.
Nightmare swallowed. Licked his lips. Swallowed some more.
This was even better than Matteo’s sweat.
Eventually Matteo started pushing at Nightmare’s head, forcing it off his tender member. When Nightmare released him, he flopped onto his back with a sigh, reaching his arms up without looking. “Come here.”
Nightmare climbed onto the bed and crawled over him, laying his chest down on top of his mate, careful not to let his full weight fall.
Matteo wrapped his arms around Nightmare’s back, welcoming his touch as he always did. “I can feel you in me still.”
Nightmare nuzzled against his neck. “We mated for a very long time.”
Matteo laughed brightly. “Not your cock. Your soul. Our bond. You feel things differently than I do, so the emotions are…odd.” Nightmare lifted his head to look at him, and Matteo’s dark eyes were shining. “But I’ve never felt safer. You’re here. You’re filling up all my little cracks and empty places. You’re making me stronger.” His brow furrowed. “What do I give you?”
“You,” Nightmare rasped. “All of you.”
Matteo’s frown deepened. “And that’s enough?”
“Always.” Nightmare slid off the bed. He picked Matteo up in a bridal carry. “Time to bathe, sweet.”
“Okay.” Matteo wrapped his arms around Nightmare’s neck. He glanced back at the bed. “Where are my shadows?”
“Resting.”
“But they’ll be back?”
“They’ll be back.”
Nightmare took Matteo into the large hotel shower. He pressed Matteo’s hands against the tiled wall and began helping him empty himself of every last trace of Nightmare’s essence. He didn’t want his summoner left sticky and uncomfortable because he’d been careless.
Matteo looked over his shoulder at Nightmare kneeling behind him. “Should this be embarrassing?”
“No.”
“Okay,” Matteo said easily. “It isn’t.” He shifted on his feet, pushing his ass out against Nightmare’s helpful fingers. “It’s kind of hot, actually. Should it be hot?”
Nightmare bit at Matteo’s bottom with blunt teeth. “Insatiable.”
“Am I?” Matteo laughed. “That’s funny. I never thought so before.”
Nightmare carried him to the tub next, where Matteo insisted Nightmare join him. It was cramped, Nightmare’s knees jutting out from the sides, but Matteo didn’t seem to mind. He snuggled against Nightmare’s chest, his soul lemon-bright with happiness.
“Maybe we could just run away,” Matteo eventually said, tracing his fingers lightly over Nightmare’s belly under the water.
“No more running, little human. We will battle your monsters first.”
Matteo let out a sigh. “Bossy.”
Perhaps. But Nightmare was also certain in his course of action. He could taste it now, through the full bond they now shared: the corner of Matteo’s soul that Dominico had claimed with his torture and his threats, one where the bright lemon had been replaced with bitter despair and ash.
Dominico would not be allowed to keep it.
