Page 83 of Unleashing Mayhem
Way too close.
“Scary,” he whined, clutching his fingers into the bedspread.
Nightmare let out a low growl, the sound vibrating along Matty’s sensitive, overworked cock. At the same time, hemercilessly crooked those long fingers, petting along Matty’s inner walls.
“F-Fuck!” Matty curled up with a cry, shooting his release into Nightmare’s waiting mouth.
His orgasm lasted forever—Nightmare swallowing every last drop—and Matty was left panting, trying to get his bearings, only to find his legs folded up against his chest and a broad, blunt cock pressing at his entrance.
“Yes, Scary,” he sighed, not caring that he’d just emptied his load ten seconds ago. He was a horny little beast in his early twenties—there was always more where that came from. “Fill me up.”
And Nightmare really must have been doing delicious things to Matty for ages already, because he slid in so easily, all the way to the hilt.
And then Matty was surrounded by his demon in the way he liked best: Nightmare’s thick cock filling him and his broad form pressing Matty’s legs to his chest, those glowing white eyes hungry above him, Nightmare’s warmth and smoke and shadows hiding the morning light from Matty’s eyes.
“G-Good morning,” Matty managed to say between breathless little pants. He wrapped spaghetti-noodle arms around Nightmare’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. The price of Nightmare waking him up with sneaky blow jobs was dealing with Matty’s morning breath.
Not that Nightmare ever seemed to care about that.
He started driving into Matty as Matty sucked on his tongue, not bothering with a slow build or teasing strokes. He must have been getting impatient out here, to have invaded Matty’s dream just to wake him up.
“No—no latching,” Matty reminded him, rocking his hips to meet every thrust, desperate for the way that fat head rubbed inside him. “We have to be at the docks.”
Nightmare let out an exasperated, grunting huff, but he started placing hungry, hot kisses along Matty’s neck and chest, so he couldn’t have been all that put out.
It was a sloppy, rushed sort of fuck, and it was Matty’s very favorite way to wake up. He loved that Nightmare got hungry for him while he slept, that his demon could never seem to wait until Matty woke up on his own to start toying with Matty’s body. Loved that he craved him as badly as Matty craved him in turn.
The shadows seemed just as impatient this morning, squeezing and sucking at Matty’s cock as Nightmare drove into him, getting Matty hard and then beyond hard, to the point where he was going to come before Nightmare did. Again.
Or maybe not.
Broad palms slid to the backs of Matty’s thighs, folding him into a little sex pretzel, and then Nightmare was grinding his hips against Matty with all his substantial weight, his rhythm stuttering as he growled loud enough for the whole block to hear.
Matty clenched around the incoming heat, his own cock spilling into the shadows, crying out in protest when Nightmare withdrew too soon.
But right. No latching. They had plans today.
Nightmare rested his forehead against Matty’s, panting into his mouth in a way that Matty enjoyed immensely, and then he rolled off him. Matty immediately curled onto his side, grinning at him. “Puppies and besties? Really?”
Nightmare smirked at him. “That wasyourdream, little human. I merely interrupted.”
Matty snuggled closer, tossing a leg over Nightmare’s hip. “Should we cancel? See what other interruptions you can come up with?”
Nightmare’s white eyes gleamed. “Yes, sweet. Let’s cancel.”
Matty immediately sighed, shaking his head. “No. We can’t.”
He hopped out of their king-size bed before he got too tempted by Nightmare’s nude, sexed-up demon form. He scurried to the bathroom, hastily cleaning up what the shadows hadn’t gotten to, and then brushed his teeth, the shadows nipping around him, clearly feeling playful this morning after their little sex romp.
It wasn’t long before the biggest shadow of all loomed behind him in the mirror, and then Nightmare was there, wrapping his arms around Matty’s chest, bending to rest his chin on top of Matty’s head, his antlers jutting out beyond the mirror’s reflection.
It was a good thing the cottage had high ceilings.
But of course it did because it was perfect. Almost as perfect as Matty’s demon, and Matty loved it almost as much. His first real home, one without any bad memories or ghosts to haunt it. Only Matty’s creature of the dark lurking in its shadowed corners, as he should be.
When Matty was as freshened up as he was going to get, they dressed for the day.
They were supposed to meet everyone down at the docks soon. Cooper and Chaos and Ivan and Nix were all visiting at the same time for once, and Sascha had decided this was the year he was learning how to sail. He’d commanded they be there for his first solo excursion, as was their duty as his family.
