Page 79 of Unleashing Mayhem
But Nightmare’s summoner had made a request.
So Nightmare used the little bottle, coating his fingers and rubbing and petting and coaxing those muscles open, drinking in Matteo’s little huffs and groans as his human pretended to watch the slaughter on-screen.
It didn’t take long for Nightmare’s cock to fill adequately, not when Matteo was so soft and sweet and pliant against him. As soon as he was able, Nightmare slipped his cock inside with surprising ease, a rumbling sigh of pleasure leaving his chest at the tight fit.
“Is that better, sweet?”
“Mm,” Matteo hummed, wiggling back until every inch of his body was touching Nightmare in some way.
His eyes fell closed almost immediately, as if having Nightmare’s cock inside him was all he’d been waiting for to drift off into dreaming.
It may well have been. It was almost dawn already, and they’d both been through an ordeal.
Nightmare hadn’t been lying when he’d said he was drained—even nightmare demons needed sleep occasionally—but he found himself wide awake still. He couldn’t stop touching Matteo’s skin, the shadows that coated it dispersing in the path of his fingers and resettling in the wake.
The touch was for reassurance at first. A reminder that Matteo’s scars were the only wounds marring his skin—that no fresh marks had been opened. A reminder that Matteo was here, and he was whole, and any monsters who had sought him were long gone.
And then Nightmare’s hand brushed down Matty’s chest, his talon edging one of Matty’s nipples, and Matty sighed in his sleep, shifting. The movement added sweet pressure to the firm grip around Nightmare’s cock, and then he couldn’t resist slidinga hand down to Matteo’s lower belly and pressing in, feeling the swell of his cock from the outside. The proof of his presence.
Matteo let out a soft, panting moan, his hips shifting again.
Nightmare should wait to slake his urges. He should let his mate rest.
But maybe this was why so many humans felt such a strong urge to rut against each other at every given opportunity. Maybe it was the fleeting nature of their lives, the slippery edge to their continued connection.
Matteo and Nightmare had brushed up against that edge tonight, and Nightmare couldn’t stop caressing his human. Couldn’t stop the slow drag of his hips back and the sharp push forward. Couldn’t stop exploring the way Matteo’s body welcomed him and pressing his blunted teeth into Matteo’s shoulder, just to feel the give of his flesh.
And maybe he was too rough, because eventually Matteo’s eyes fluttered open.
“Wha—?” Matteo groaned as Nightmare pressed his cock in deep. “Ungh.” He lifted his arm, hooking it around Nightmare’s neck. “Oh fuck, Scary,” he slurred. “H-Hand. Put your hand—”
Nightmare wrapped a taloned hand around Matteo’s cock. Matteo moaned his approval, bending his leg back and over Nightmare’s thigh. He was spread open now, speared on Nightmare’s cock.
At his mercy.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.Fuck,” Matteo kept chanting with each snap of Nightmare’s hips. He turned his head with his eyes shut again, searching blindly for a kiss, sucking on Nightmare’s tongue hungrily when Nightmare granted it to him.
Nightmare thumbed at the tip of Matteo’s cock as he drove in again and again, unable to stop seeking that tight warmth around his cock, unable to stop spearing into his mate like a demon possessed.
Matteo’s moans only grew hungrier. “Give it to me,” he whined, biting sharply at Nightmare’s lip. “Your cum. Give it, Scary.”
Nightmare growled, turning them over until Matteo was on his belly. Nightmare reared back and tugged Matteo’s hips up, driving in with determined fury until he could feel himself getting close to giving Matteo what he wanted. The heat in his belly tightened and spiraled, and then he was filling his mate, the release so sweet he shuddered with the pleasure of it.
Nightmare let his petals latch without fighting the connection. He knew Matteo would want them to remain linked when he fell asleep again.
Matteo’s whine was high-pitched and desperate, and then he was wrapping his hand over Nightmare’s on his cock, encouraging Nightmare to stroke him until he was spurting into Nightmare’s fist with a wail.
They remained as they were, Matteo’s head on his forearms, panting in the aftermath. Eventually he twisted, peering at Nightmare with heavy-lidded eyes. “Is it morning already?”
“No, sweet.” Nightmare carefully turned them onto their sides again, coaxing Matteo to bend his knees and curling his own behind them. “Go back to sleep.”
Matteo yawned, his lashes fluttering down once more. “Mmkay.”
Nightmare’s own eyes were growing heavy now. The shadows would have to clean up the mess tonight.
Nightmare would join his mate in the dream realm.
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