Page 63 of Unleashing Mayhem
“Do not disturb until further notice!” Matteo yelled out as he hurried Nightmare up the stairs.
His words only made Chaos cackle all the harder.
Once in the bedroom, Matteo began shedding his clothing at an alarming rate, coming much too close to falling on his face as he attempted to tug his pants off before removing his sneakers.
Nightmare’s shadows began helping him as Nightmare switched back to his demon form, stretching his neck in relief as the weight of his antlers settled into place.
Matteo sent a glare Nightmare’s way as he climbed naked onto the bed. “No clothes.”
Nightmare sent his clothes off into the ether.
Matteo lay on his belly over the covers, tugging a pillow under his hips. “Like before,” he said. Demanded, really.
“I assume you refer to our mating?” Nightmare asked, his voice laced with amusement and no small amount of arousal. As rushed as this seduction was, it was impossible not to feel desire with his mate splayed before him, his perfectly round globes of flesh propped into the air.
They hadn’t had a chance to repeat their act of penetration yet, much to Nightmare’s dismay. There were too many people in this damned house, and Matteo was often impatient to find release in other ways when they finally had time to themselves.
Apparently today Matteo’s impatience ran in another direction.
“I want you to fuck me, and I want your petals to do their thing, and I want you to keep fucking me while they do, and then I want to fall asleep tonight with you still inside me.” Matteo looked over his shoulder to Nightmare looming at the foot of the bed. “Is that too much?”
It would never be too much—not in this lifetime or any other—but Nightmare climbed onto the bed, pulling gently at Matteo’s shoulder until he was flat on his back. Nightmare pressed Matteo’s thighs up and back and settled himself between them, cupping Matteo’s fretful face. “I won’t let him harm you,” he promised.
“I know you won’t.” Matteo blinked large brown eyes at him. “But I need—” He bit at his lip, shaking his head. “I justneed.”
“And you will get what you need, little mate,” Nightmare soothed, rubbing his thumb over Matteo’s cheek. “But I would look at you while I claim you.”
“Oh.” Matteo’s gaze softened even as he pouted. “Okay.”
Nightmare dipped his head, stealing a kiss from those pouting lips. He couldn’t help but slip his tongue inside, and Matteo groaned, sucking eagerly as he always did. Nightmare let his heavy cock slide up and down along Matteo’s hardened member, teasing them both.
Nightmare knew this pliant state wouldn’t last long, not when Matteo was so desperate for physical reassurance. So he gathered the viscous precum from his cock, using blunted fingertips to work the slick substance into Matteo. Nightmare didn’t take his time with it, not this time. Matteo was too impatient—too unsettled—and Nightmare wasn’t cruel enough to make him wait.
So Nightmare did the best he could, distracting Matteo with gentle nips and fevered kisses, and he managed to get twofingers in before Matteo started biting at Nightmare’s tongue and pressing up his hips, wordlessly demanding his due.
Although, he didn’t stay silent for long.
“Fuck me,” Matteo panted when Nightmare growled at him in reprimand for knocking away Nightmare’s fingers. “You promised.”
And since Nightmare intended to keep each and every promise he made to his little human, he notched the fat, spongy head of his cock to his mate’s entrance and pressed in.
Matteo moaned in eager abandon, wrapping his legs tightly around Nightmare’s hips as he bore down and let him in. Nightmare hissed at the tight squeeze, the way Matteo’s inner walls sucked in the head and pressed at his so-called petals, urging him ever deeper.
Matteo wound his arms tight around Nightmare’s neck as he bottomed out. “Yes,” he sighed, some of the tension melting from his frame. “Yes, yes. More of that, please.”
Nightmare rocked his hips back and drove in again, battling Matteo’s body for dominion. The slick of his precum eased the glide as he fucked into him, biting at that tender neck with blunted teeth. He allowed his shadows free rein, letting them swarm and caress and squeeze until Matteo was crying out in no time at all, splattering his own sweet belly with creamy white cum.
Nightmare sped up his pace, a growl erupting from his throat. The shoddy human bed banged against the wall again and again.
Matteo whimpered and whined and urged him on, lifting his hips again and again despite the shudders that racked his frame from his drawn-out release. “All of it,” he ordered, biting savagely into Nightmare’s pec. “You promised.”
His display of sweet, tender viciousness spiraled through Nightmare like a flame, setting his nerves alight. He could feelMatteo’s need through the bond, the ache of his want. The way he coveted being surrounded by Nightmare in every way. The hole inside him that the usual mechanics of sex weren’t enough to fill.
Matteo needed to be bred and locked in place, claimed by Nightmare inside and out. Consumed by him until nothing was left but the bond they shared with each other.
Nightmare groaned, and as he spilled inside his mate with one last hard press of his hips, he could feel the sweet relief of his petals expanding, making a home within Matteo’s tight passage.
Apparently Matteo could feel it too.
