Page 12 of Unleashing Mayhem (Demon Bound #4)

Oh God. Nightmare was going to touch him. Stroke him. Make him come.

Matty could barely breathe, overwhelmed by this ferocious need for all of it.

He looked down, watching those slender fingers wrap around his cock. Matty was large for his stature, but Nightmare’s fingers dwarfed him easily.

“Pretty,” Nightmare crooned, his thumb sliding over Matty’s cockhead, spreading his precum around, making Matty gasp. “So pretty, sweet. Every bit of you.”

He stroked down, precum easing the glide, and then he squeezed as he lifted back upward and— Oh. Oh . That was—that was so much better than when Matty touched himself.

“Oh my God.” Matty dropped his forehead into Nightmare’s chest, rolling it back and forth as he looked down, unable to stop watching Nightmare touch him.

Before he’d summoned Nightmare to his side, Matty had almost only ever been touched in cruelty, and this was—

Matty would give his soul over without question, if he could have more of this.

As if reading his mind, soft warmth creeped under Matty’s shirt, sliding along his ribs, teasing at his nipples, petting along his neck. Nightmare’s shadows. The ones Matty had seen rip into Dominico’s goon’s mind and drive him mad. The ones he’d seen tear a man through a closed window.

They were teasing Matty, and they felt wonderful .

Matty moaned. He didn’t think it had been very long at all, but he could feel something building at the base of his spine, swirling deep in his belly, and his need was too strong for him to hold any of it in.

He couldn’t stop squirming and writhing, and it was only Nightmare’s strong arm around his back that kept him from sliding off his demon’s lap onto the floor.

“I-I’m going to come,” Matty said, the words coming out in a desperate whine as he rocked his hips. “You’re making me come.”

“Yes, sweet,” Nightmare hissed, still gliding his hand around Matty’s cock in a steady, perfect rhythm. “Give it to us.”

Matty cried out, a high-pitched screech that maybe he’d be embarrassed about later. But his orgasm was a hundred times stronger than anything he’d ever done for himself, and it choked the air out of his lungs as he came.

A deep, satisfied rumble left Nightmare’s chest, and he continued stroking Matty through his release until Matty was trembling like a leaf.

Matty panted, blinking down as Nightmare finally released his hold. White cum on gray skin. Nightmare’s shadows congregated on the demon’s hand, and then the cum was gone.

Did they…eat it?

Matty’s brain was too fuzzy to figure it out, and also he was kind of distracted because he was sitting on something hard.

Matty scooted back, stroking a hand over Nightmare’s clothed lap, gasping at what he found. Another erection, this one definitely because of Matty.

“I’d like to see,” he said.

Nightmare said nothing, but nimble fingers danced down to unlace something or other, and then there was his cock.

Oh wow.

It was just like the rest of Nightmare, scary large and scary-looking. It had twisted black veins branching along it, and the head…

It was bulbous, thicker than the rest of him, and the foreskin was…strange. Like the bud of a closed flower, petals covering the tip, leaving a little open star at the very center.

Before he could stop himself, Matty stroked a finger along one of those petals. It lifted, a stream of smoky gray something pouring out.

Was that…demon precum?

Matty cocked his head, fighting the strange urge to lean down and lick . “Do I turn you on, Scary?” he asked, and he barely recognized the low croon of his own voice.

Another rumbling growl left Nightmare’s chest. This one was in affirmation; Matty was sure of it.

“You want to—to put that inside me?” Matty stroked another petal, watching it lift. The cockhead hiding under those petals was dusky black and so very wet. If Matty stroked them all, would they peel back and reveal it fully? Would it taste as dark and dangerous as it looked?

Would it fit inside him?

Nightmare laid a gentle, restraining hand on Matty’s wrist. “Another time, little cocktease.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” Matty asked dazedly. He didn’t seem to have many brain cells left after his first partner-induced orgasm. He could only think, Nightmare cock, Nightmare cum, Nightmare fuck.

Or something like that.

But Matty supposed he was—very literally—teasing Nightmare’s demon cock with his touches.

But shouldn’t Nightmare want Matty to tease him more ?

“Won’t you be uncomfortable if you don’t…finish?” he asked, lifting a finger to brush another petal.

Nightmare grasped Matty’s hand with his own, effectively removing it from his cock, and tucked his erection away.

Matty made a grumbled sound of protest. He’d been enjoying himself. He liked looking at Nightmare’s cock, and he liked touching it. He thought he might like putting it in his mouth even more.

Soft, careful fingers gripped Matty’s chin, lifting it until he was meeting Nightmare’s glowing white eyes. “I’m a patient demon, Matteo,” Nightmare said quietly. “I know how to wait for what I want.”

Matty swallowed. Was he talking about Matty’s body or his soul?

Matty wasn’t sure he cared either way.

Nightmare’s lips twitched into a small smile, like he knew what Matty was thinking. “You need more sleep, sweet. Let me take you to bed.”

“And you’ll hold me again?”

It was kind of a trick question. Nightmare hadn’t held Matty the night before. He’d lain next to Matty, and Matty had snuggle-strangled him in the night.

And maybe it was mean to even ask, when Matty had just come and Nightmare was left all hard and wanting. But Matty was feeling…demanding in his soft, postcoital state.

And Nightmare would give it to him, wouldn’t he? He’d give Matty anything, it seemed like, and all he was asking for was everything in return.

“And I’ll hold you,” Nightmare confirmed.

Matty could barely contain his smug, tired grin as Nightmare lifted him into his arms and carried him up the stairs.

He really had summoned the most perfect demon.