Unleashing Mayhem (Demon Bound Book 4), page 10
He had to forcibly hold himself very, very still and look anywhere but at Nightmare’s glowing white eyes.
This was— How was Matty supposed to survive this? Was this what fucking someone felt like? How did people go about their lives, knowing this was an option?
Although, no one else had a Nightmare of their own, so maybe the masses had no idea how good they could feel.
When Matty had the barest thread of control back, he started a mindless, rhythmless rocking into that overwhelming heat. Nightmare was using gentle suction, and Matty was grateful for it. He already wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds—if Nightmare suddenly pulled some hoover action, it would all be over in an instant, and Matty would probably start crying again.
Matty didn’t know what to do with his hands though. He could hold Nightmare’s face, but he didn’t want to hide any of it. He was so beautiful and scary, and Matty wanted to see it all.
He liked looking at his demon.
“Antlers,” Matty finally gasped. “Put them back.”
Massive antlers immediately sprouted from Nightmare’s head, with barely enough room in the bed to keep them from going through the hotel wall.
Matty grabbed on immediately. Oh fuck, that was better. He started rocking in earnest. Fucking Nightmare’s mouth. Oh God, he was fucking Nightmare’s mouth.
Nightmare seemed to like it. His eyes were glowing so bright, and his hands were gripping so hard, and his shadows were dancing all over Matty’s skin, nipping at his neck and cheeks and legs playfully.
It was too much. The hot suction around Matty’s cock. The way he was basically riding Nightmare’s face. The teasing touches from the shadows.
“Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” Matty chanted.
And then Nightmare really did suck Matty very, very deliberately, and Matty’s soul left his body, straight out of his dick, straight into Nightmare’s mouth.
His toes curled behind him, and his muscles trembled, and he maybe went blind for a minute. He fell over, completely boneless, rolling at the last second to keep from falling straight onto Nightmare’s face.
“You swallowed.” Matty gathered every bit of his strength to raise his head and look downward. “And you’re still hard.”
Nightmare made a vague sound, a negative to Matty’s unspoken question about whether Nightmare would like him to do anything about it.
But Matty couldn’t be disappointed this time. Not with the hungry look in Nightmare’s eye, or with the way his dark-gray tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if to get every trace of Matty’s cum.
Matty flopped onto his belly. “You should jerk off on my back,” he offered. “And then rub your cum into my scars.”
He had no idea why he said it, other than it felt right. Like something he really, really wanted all of a sudden.
Nightmare snarled, moving quicker than one of his own shadows to straddle the backs of Matty’s thighs.
Apparently he really, really wanted that too.
Matty sighed happily, tucking his chin on his folded hands as he listened to the slick, wet sound of Nightmare stroking himself. Matty’s belly swirled with warmth again, his dick filling faster than it should have at the thought of Nightmare finding his pleasure right on top of him.
Soon enough something hot and wet hit Matty’s lower back. And then Nightmare’s hands were on him, massaging upward over Matty’s back and shoulders and then down again to massage his ass.
Working his cum into Matty’s skin.
Matty moaned as his muscles melted into goo. And then he gasped as long-fingered hands spread his cheeks and held them open.
Oh God. Nightmare was looking at Matty’s hole.
Matty forgot how to breathe for a minute. Did Nightmare like what he saw? Was he going to touch Matty there again?
“You could—” Matty swallowed hard. “Just the tip maybe? I promise I won’t get scared.”
There was a heavy silence. Was Nightmare really considering it? Matty thought of that dark, fat cockhead with its strange petals, and he wanted it desperately. Just the tip would be enough. He’d be so full, even with that.
Matty’s alarm blared, breaking the quiet with an irritating chime.
Nightmare released his hold on Matty. “It’s time to meet the little chaos demon and his mate,” he said, his weight leaving Matty’s thighs in the next moment.
Matty tried his best not to pout. He really, really did.
He wasn’t successful.
The hotel room Ivan had gotten for Matty and Nightmare was incredibly nice. The kind with a separate living room area with multiple comfy chairs and a bathroom big enough for a party.
It also came with a solid door that required a real key and even had a deadbolt.
Which made it doubly alarming when that lock slid back by itself, the door bursting open without warning.
Matty and Nightmare had rinsed off and redressed in the time since Matty’s alarm had blared, but Matty still flinched at the surprise, ready to duck into a back corner of the room.
Nightmare laid a soothing hand on Matty’s shoulder. “The chaos demon has a way with locks,” he explained.
And he was right, of course. It wasn’t Dominico’s men or some burglar revealed in the hotel doorway. It was Cooper and Chaos, the two of them wearing sort of matching outfits, both in baggy jeans and zip-up sweatshirts that differed only in color. Cooper had a satchel across his chest, and they were holding hands.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Chaos reverted to his demon form, with stubby black horns and a lion’s tail and small, feathered wings. His hair was a strange, sparkly black today, but Matty had seen it all sorts of wild colors before.
Chaos’s yellow eyes gleamed as they landed on Matty and Nightmare. He released Cooper’s hand and threw up his arms. “Nightmare! It really is you! I thought Nix might be pranking me.” And he lunged forward.
Here was the thing.
Matty had met Cooper and Chaos several times before. He liked them fine. Cooper was reserved but kind, and Chaos was…unpredictable (to say the least) but clearly devoted to his human. And even if Chaos was a little scary sometimes, Matty had decided from the beginning that he was firmly Team Demon. Each one he’d met was better than most humans he’d known, and he was immensely grateful to be included in their small circle.
And yet, when Chaos came bouncing over, his arms held wide open to throw around Nightmare, Matty found himself stepping in front of him, a weird, barking protest leaving his mouth without permission. “No.”
Chaos stopped just short of Matty, and all his enthusiasm dissipated in an instant, leaving behind an eerie, predatory stillness. He cocked his head, nostrils flaring. “What’s this?”
“Bracchus,” Cooper called, maybe in an attempt to bring his demon back to his side.
But Chaos’s gaze was fixed firmly on Matteo. “Nightmare is my friend,” he said softly. Dangerously.
Matty should back away now. He knew he should. Instead, he cleared his throat. “Yeah, um. I know.”
“I was going to give him a hug.”
“I saw.”
Chaos sniffed the air, little flecks of fire gleaming in his eyes. “Who knew Sascha’s little mouse was hiding such sharp teeth?” He snapped his own fanged set in Matty’s direction. “Do you really think they can rival mine?”
Matty was shaking now, aware he was leagues out of his depth, but somehow he stood his ground. Nightmare was Matty’s demon. He’d basically said so himself. And people couldn’t go around embracing him without warning. It threw Matty off. It made him do crazy things, like stand up to a demon he knew for a fact had killed men twice Matty’s size.
Even if Matty might piss his pants before this confrontation was over.
Taloned fingers settled on Matty’s shoulders, warm and sharp and lovely. He was dragged gently to the side. “Thank you, sweet. I’ll take it from here.”
Nightmare stepped forward and lifted Chaos off the ground by his throat.
Cooper let out a distressed noise, shooting Matty a panicked look, but Matty could only shrug. Nightmare’s talons were pressing hard into Chaos’s skin, and it looked like they might puncture it.
Chaos’s lower lip pushed out into a pout, his feet dangling in the air. “Not the paralysis so soon,” he whined. “I only just got here.”
“You will not frighten Matteo,” Nightmare told him in his quiet rasp. “None of your threats or tricks.”
“But I have a gift for you.” Chaos’s gaze darted to Matty with a wink, and Matty jumped before he could stop himself. “For you both.”
At Chaos’s words, Cooper hurriedly reached into his satchel and pulled out a small, leather-bound book.
Nightmare’s shadows swarmed the thing, and Cooper yelped, dropping it. The shadows plucked it from the air before it could hit the ground, depositing it into Matty’s hands instead. Matty quickly clutched it to his chest, although he had no idea what he was holding.
“The Book,” Nightmare said, sounding surprised.
Well, that explained that.
Nightmare was still holding Chaos up by the throat, but his grip noticeably loosened, his talons no longer looking like they might slice through the little demon.
“I stole it from Ivan,” Chaos said with a manic little giggle, his grin as big as Matty had ever seen it, which was saying a lot. “Again.”
Matty caught Nightmare’s gaze and held it, unable to look away from that white gleam. They had the Book now. The one with the spell that would allow them to bond together.
Would they do it here? Now? Would Nightmare make Matty wait until Dominico was caught?
Quick as a blink, Chaos was out of Nightmare’s hold and back on the floor, his hand once again wrapped around Cooper’s. He was still grinning wide, like he hadn’t just threatened Matty and been threatened by Nightmare in turn.
“Did I do good?”
12
Nightmare
In Nightmare’s opinion, a subdued and respectful Chaos was barely tolerable as it was.
A gleeful, smug Chaos was something else entirely.
Still, Nightmare inclined his head. “You did very well, Bracchus.”
Better than Nightmare could have hoped, really. He’d been expecting the need to take a trip to New York himself to find the Book, and had been dreading leaving Matteo on his own. Nightmare’s human was too fragile by half, and it would have meant waiting until Dominico’s demise to secure the bond.
But Chaos had solved that little problem. How he’d known Nightmare wished to bond with his summoner was a mystery but not precisely a surprise. Nightmare had learned over their centuries together in the Void that Chaos was wily by nature—he always knew more than he should, for all that he acted like he lived without thought.
Chaos preened at Nightmare’s scant praise, glancing to his mate as if to make sure he’d heard every word. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t paralyze me?” he asked Nightmare with a sideways look. “You’d be so embarrassed.”
Nightmare would have been nothing of the kind, but he supposed it was better that he’d been merciful. Chaos’s threat to Matteo hadn’t been genuine, anyway. If it had, Nightmare would have already torn one of his little feathered wings off.
Chaos had only wanted to see how Nightmare would react. Too curious for his own good, as per usual.
Chaos tugged Cooper to his side. “Nightmare, this is my puppy,” he announced, puffed up with blatant pride as he presented his human.
“Cooper,” his mate corrected gently, eyeing Nightmare nervously. “His, um, mate.”
Nightmare inclined his head. “I’m aware.”
Chaos beamed. “I warned him you could be a bit aggressive. I told him not to worry.” He rubbed his cheek against Cooper’s. “But you did worry, didn’t you, puppy? Isn’t he perfect?” he asked Nightmare. “Have you seen his eyes? And his lovely fingers? Actually no, don’t look at those. Those are mine. But you can look at his eyes. Don’t poke them out though. You couldn’t anyway—he’s wearing glasses.”
All Nightmare saw was a human, one like any other. He had tawny hair and mismatched eyes—one green, one brown—covered by spectacles. But his scent mingled contentedly with Chaos’s. It appeared Chaos had indeed found a proper mate, one who didn’t seem to mind his incessant chatter.
Chaos turned to Matteo, although he wisely didn’t step any closer. “Just a little hug, maybe?” he asked hopefully.
Matteo flushed, shuffling his feet and ducking his head, although his hood wasn’t pulled up to hide his face properly. “Yeah, of course. I didn’t mean to—”
Nightmare laid a hand on Matteo’s shoulder, letting his shadows trail off to stroke Matteo’s reddened cheek in reassurance. It wouldn’t do for Matteo to feel ashamed of his protective temper. Nightmare had enjoyed it immensely.
“I don’t hug, Bracchus. You know this.”
It wasn’t in Nightmare’s nature to enjoy the touch of other creatures. None except his sweet summoner.
And how he enjoyed that touch.
With his extended lifespan, the passage of time was of no concern to Nightmare, but that morning he would have given anything to stop its progress, to freeze that moment of Matteo writhing against him, his sweet cock hard and weeping against Nightmare’s leg as he tried desperately to find his release.
And though Nightmare never would have thought he’d enjoy having a human appendage in his mouth without the intent to bite it off, Matteo’s cock had fit perfectly, the salty, slightly bitter taste of his copious precum a lovely contrast to the rich, lemony sweetness of his lust in the air.
And when Nightmare had found his own release on Matteo’s beautiful back, rubbing his spend into that tender, tortured skin…
It had been satisfying in a way he’d never imagined.
Nightmare had been full of the delicious knowledge that, had they been in the demon realm, every creature near and far would have been able to scent with a single sniff that Matteo belonged to Nightmare. The thought had caused Nightmare’s cock to fill again almost immediately, and he hadn’t been able to resist parting Matteo’s cheeks and gazing at his hole, as tender and pink as the rest of him.
It had been novel, that animal lust. The bizarre need to press his body to another’s, to stroke and lick and rub against a second creature’s skin.
Nightmare had only experienced one other physical mating in his life, long ago. A fight for territory with a young warrior that had turned into a different kind of battle for dominance. It had been stimulating and not as horrible as it could have been, but Nightmare hadn’t sought out the experience a second time.
Touching Matteo was different. Nightmare craved it the same way he craved tearing apart a wicked mind.
More, even.
But now the little chaos demon was pouting again, and Nightmare let out a sigh. They didn’t have time for this. “Come here, Bracchus.”
Chaos stepped forward—shrewdly keeping his arms to himself—and Nightmare patted his head once. Twice.
“There,” Nightmare told him, withdrawing his hand again. “No more.”
Chaos cackled his delight and bounded back to Cooper. The two of them clasped hands once more.
Cooper turned to Matteo. “He and Nix hugged for like an hour when they were reunited,” he said with a sheepish smile, his cheeks turning pink. “I hated it.”
“You never said, puppy.” Chaos’s lips curled into a sly grin. “But I could feel your jealousy through the soul piece. It was so tasty.”
While it was pleasing that this other human wished to reassure Matteo, none of them were meeting for a social call. “You have information,” Nightmare pressed.
“Right.” Cooper gave his satchel a pat. “Ivan’s been monitoring the Carusos that are left. We can go through what I have together.” He gave Matteo an apologetic wince. “Sorry I couldn’t send it by email. Ivan’s really paranoid about that sort of thing. Something about not going to prison so soon after life finally got interesting.”
Chaos rolled his eyes. “As if Nix wouldn’t break him out immediately. I might even help. Could be fun.”
“Th-That’s okay,” Matteo said shyly, and Nightmare’s shirt pulled tightly against his skin as Matteo gripped at the hem, seeking reassurance. His nerves were palpable in the air, his soul piece thrumming with them.
It wasn’t because of the other demon in the room. Matteo had been nervous to stand his ground against Chaos, but Nightmare hadn’t scented any abject terror. This fear was due to the satchel and the information that might be contained within it.
Nightmare rested his hand on the back of Matteo’s neck, stroking the soft skin there gently with his thumb. “I will be right beside you, sweet.”
Chaos let out a high-pitched squeak. “Did you hear that?” he whispered quite loudly to Cooper. “Sweet.”
“My paralysis has not lost its potency, Bracchus. You will behave.”
Chaos gave a salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”
It was tempting to incapacitate him regardless, but then this Cooper might not be so cooperative, and they needed the information he’d brought. Nightmare let it go. For now.
They all ended up on the small sofa in the hotel room’s living area. Cooper and Matteo sat next to each other, a small, portable computer on Cooper’s lap. Chaos sat next to his mate, and Nightmare stood behind the sofa, bent low so that he could rest his hand over Matteo’s chest, feeling the steady—if slightly quickened—beat of his heart.
Nightmare had the almost irresistible urge to reach into Matteo’s chest and soothe the organ directly, if such a thing were possible. To take it out and swallow it whole and hold it inside himself, keeping it safe within his own viscera.
The impulse was as foreign to him as the impulse to fuck and touch and press together, groin to mouth. How strange, to feel this way for another creature.
But it couldn’t be helped, even if Nightmare had wanted it to. Ever since he’d tasted Matteo’s soul through the ether, something deep within him had cried out, Mine.
