Phoenix Arizona (3 page)

Cisco’s was packed. The parking lot was full, and the bouncers looked like they had their work cut out for them. They grabbed guys who were trying to sneak past them and tossed them to the ground, angry glowers on their faces.

Phoenix wasn’t looking forward to standing in line, but it was the hottest gay club in the city. He wanted to dance, and he needed to get fucked. This dry spell he had been experiencing was agonizing. Never had he gone three months without getting laid before. If he didn’t get a cock in his ass soon, Phoenix was going to blow a gasket.

He leaned against the wall, shoving his hands in his low-rider jeans, his cock already perking up at the prospect of getting laid. He glanced toward the door to see the line wasn’t too bad. They had maybe a half-hour wait.

“Girl, aren’t you excited? I am. I hope I get lucky.” Armando craned his neck past the human chain to count how many people were in front of them. He did this to kill time, and it drove Phoenix nuts every time they stood in line.

“Calm down, it’s not that long.” Phoenix was already getting edgy. He felt the beat of the music course through him even outside. His body hummed as he started imagining himself in the bathroom blowing someone or spreading his legs for a fat cock up his ass. His hole twitched with anticipation.

“I am calm, Nix. I’m just ready to party.” He draped an arm over Phoenix’s shoulder, pulling him close.

“What are you doing?” Phoenix could feel Armando’s hand bouncing on his head.

“It’s just so spiky. You could poke someone’s eye out with your hair.”

“Whatever. Stop it.” Phoenix waved Armando’s hand away. It took him forever to get it right, and he didn’t need it flattened by Armando’s explorations. It may look messed up and rumpled, but it took hard work to get it that way.

“Bitch.” Armando raked his hand like a claw and turned his nose up. Phoenix could see he wasn’t the only one who needed some dick. Armando’s attitude was taking a dive the longer he waited to get laid. Phoenix knew the feeling.

They finally made it into the club, and his best friend pulled him to the dance floor. There wasn’t an inch between the partiers as Phoenix danced like a seducer, beckoning any hot hunk to take notice of him.

Their rule was to dance with each other in case a loser came along. They would claim to be with each other if that happened. But if a hottie approached either of them, someone was going to be left standing alone.

Phoenix prayed it wasn’t him.

The beat pulsed through Phoenix right away. It was dark and thrumming, vibrating down to his cock as his hips hitched from side to side. He brushed his hands up and down his body, glancing around to see who would take notice.

He was advertising himself and doing a damn good job if the lust in a couple of men’s eyes were anything to go by. Their smiles were enchanting and their eyes filled with promise as they raked over Phoenix.

Someone grabbed his hips from behind and Phoenix smiled, feeling as if he was going to come in his pants right there. He let the music enter his blood and take over as the man behind him danced in sync with Phoenix. Whoever the stranger behind him was, he was groping Phoenix’s ass and pulling him slowly backward. Phoenix turned to give the man a pretty smile and had to catch himself from recoiling.

Fuck, he was ugly.

Phoenix shook his head as he reached out and grabbed Armando’s hand. His friend immediately turned around and pulled Phoenix toward him. The stranger tried to pull Phoenix back, but Armando stepped between them. His intimidating stance made the guy back off, but anger masked his butt-ugly face.

It wasn’t only the man’s looks, but there was something very creepy about the guy.

“You should have better taste than that.” Armando kissed Phoenix’s temple then went back to dancing.

As if he had known what the guy looked like from behind. He didn’t have eyes in the back of his head. Phoenix stayed close to his friend through the next couple of songs. For some reason the guy had spooked the shit out of him. There was something about him that didn’t seem right. He went back to his sultry dancing, watchful this time of who was behind him.

After a long and hot shower, Matt arrived at the club around eleven. It wouldn’t make any sense to get there sooner. Damonee wouldn’t show his face until late, when all the boy toys were here looking for a rich man to snag them.

The place was packed with wall-to-wall men. Any other night Matt would have looked forward to dancing and fucking, but tonight it was all about business. He nodded to the bouncer as he stepped through the door, feeling naked without his gun, but he had left it in the trunk along with his badge.

There was no sense alerting anyone to who he was. In a place that hated cops, that wouldn’t be a wise thing to do. Matt wanted to blend in, not stand out. He pushed his way through the crowd as he headed toward the bar. He would keep an eye on the door for Damonee. The bar had an excellent angle, and he was able to see the door perfectly.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked as he eyed Matt with interest.

“A Crown Royal,” he answered, giving the bartender a polite smile.

The man made Matt’s drink, sliding a napkin into Matt’s hand before taking the next order. Matt already knew the napkin contained the man’s phone number. He shoved it into his pocket and then turned, watching the crowd and the door. If Damonee showed, he would go to his car for his gun and badge.

The place smelled of hot, sweaty bodies and alcohol. Matt even smelled an assortment of drugs being passed around inside the club.

The blessing and curse of having heightened senses let him know what was going on behind the scenes. It worked out great when he was trying to find a perp who was hiding, but sucked when he had to smell body odor and someone else having sex. And there were plenty of spunk-smelling men walking by him.

“Hey, handsome,” a slim man with a collar around his neck said as he pushed close to Matt’s side. The collar must be for decoration only because if the guy belonged to someone else, his master was doing a piss-poor job of keeping his pet close by.

“Not interested.” He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“I bet I could change your mind,” the guy almost purred into Matt’s ear as he ran his hands up and down Matt’s arm. Any other time, Matt just might have taken the man up on his offer, but he couldn’t lose Damonee. He was too close to wrapping up this case.

“Maybe some other time.”

The man pouted as he pulled at the chain attached to his collar. “You’re going to miss something special, cop,” he said with a tight smile as he sashayed away.

Was Matt that obvious? He had been told before that he was the perfect embodiment of what a detective should look like, but he thought the guy was just saying that to turn Matt on while Matt fucked the guy’s brains out.

Guess he was telling the truth.

Matt caught a few more men glancing at him suspiciously, but he ignored them as he watched and waited. He prayed Damonee didn’t take all night. Matt was tired as hell and just wanted to go home and sleep. Taking another sip from his drink, Matt damn near dropped his glass as his canines tried to punch down and his claws extended of their own volition.

What the fuck?

His wolf was going berserk as it head butted Matt in the ribs, trying to break free as it howled and clawed at him. What the hell was wrong with his wolf? It had never acted this way before. He shook his head and fought to hold on, to not let him break free. Matt quickly jammed his hands behind his back, hiding his claws from the human partiers.

This was insane. He had never had this happen before in his entire life! Matt’s nostrils opened wide at the faint scent that was hidden beneath the various odors lingering in the club.

Matt felt like the man with the collar around his neck as his wolf led him by a leash into the wall of humans, entering the dance floor. The smell wafting to him was unbelievably sweet, like jasmine and honey. He inhaled deeply once more, sifting through the pungent odors until he found the one he was looking for.

Fuck me!

The man was nothing more than a small sprite that danced like a seductive minx. His body moved in ways that left little for Matt’s imagination to come up with. He could envision the man moving just the way he was when Matt had the guy underneath him. The man swayed, hitched his hips, and ran his hands down his body as if he were making love to himself.

It was an erotic sight and Matt wanted more.

Everything in the room vanished as his sight zeroed in on the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

And then the realization struck him hard.

There, on the dance floor, was Matt’s mate.

He was wearing white low-rider jeans and a white midriff silk shirt. His slim hips were swaying to the bass, and he looked fucking heavenly. He reminded Matt of a wood nymph trying to seduce him to his side.

Matt gladly went.

Maintaining a slow and predatory-style gait was almost impossible, but Matt managed until he reached the small guy. The scent was getting stronger, making his head spin in circles of haze as he grabbed his mate’s hips and began to hitch them from side to side with his. Matt’s cock ground into a small ass, his erection pulsing in his jeans.

Matt was dying to claim him right there on the dance floor. He dipped his head, inhaling sharply as he fought for his canines not to drop. His claws had finally receded, but his wolf was howling like mad.

And Matt was five seconds away from joining his beast.

* * * *

Phoenix felt someone grab his hips again. If it was that same ugly man, he was going to have Armando beat the shit out of him. Phoenix turned his head up, glancing over his shoulder and his whole world narrowed down to the god behind of him.

Holy shit!

The man was gorgeous as hell. He was as tall as Armando, but his hair was cut short, military style, a deep chestnut brown with an aquiline nose, a generous mouth, and thick eyebrows over the most devastating hazel eyes Phoenix had ever seen. The shadow of his beard gave the guy an even more manly aura. His legs were long and sinewy, and the muscles rippling under the man’s shirt made Phoenix’s pulse quicken.

Oh yeah, Phoenix was getting fucked tonight!

He spun in the guy’s arms and ran his hands up the man’s hard chest as he rocked from side to side. He could see the erection forming behind the zipper in the guy’s jeans. It was hard and huge.
Jackpot!

They danced dirty and raunchy, practically fucking as they swayed in each other’s arms. Phoenix didn’t know if he could wait any longer as the man’s strong hands ran up and down his body, cupping Phoenix’s ass and bringing them even closer. His cock was throbbing along to the music, and his puckered hole was twitching like crazy. When he set out to get fucked tonight, he had no idea a true god would answer that prayer.

The man shoved his strong leg between Phoenix’s and then dipped Phoenix backward as they swayed. His balls were crushed against the muscled thigh as the man pulled Phoenix back and forth, almost making him come in his jeans.

Phoenix began to slowly dance toward the restroom, wanting to taste that large hunk of flesh the god was presenting in his jeans. His mouth was salivating to sip on the man’s thick member. It took everything in Phoenix not to yank his jeans down right there and bend over, begging the man to fuck him.

The guy pulled Phoenix up onto his waist as he made the final steps into the men’s room. He could see he wasn’t the only one with sex on his brain. The man lips parted in a dazzling display of straight, white teeth as he slammed his back into the stall while carrying Phoenix inside. There were other men in the bathroom already, engaging in various sex acts, but Phoenix didn’t give a rat’s ass. All he cared about was the man holding him.

As soon as the stall door closed behind them, Phoenix wiggled free from the man’s arms and dropped to his knees, not caring about his white pants. If he got a piece of this god, he’d proudly walk around the club with stained knees. He quickly reached up and freed the prize in denim, his eyes rounding at just how well-endowed the man truly was.

With a feral smile, Phoenix leaned forward and swallowed the huge cock. He began sucking and licking, exciting himself even more at the reality of being fucked by this man.

The guy tried to push his prick further down Phoenix’s throat as his fingers curled into Phoenix’s hair, holding him in place. He didn’t even care that the god was fucking his hair up. He’d sacrifice his hairstyle for this man.

Relaxing his throat muscle, Phoenix took the hard shaft down his esophagus, humming and moaning along the way. The guy growled as his hips shot forward, pushing the welcoming shaft all the way in.

Fuck, that was a sexy-as-sin sound.

“You’re about to be claimed,” the stranger said as he pulled Phoenix up, his cock slipping quickly past Phoenix’s protesting lips. But Phoenix wasn’t protesting long as the man twisted him around and pulled Phoenix’s jeans down to his ankles. Strong fingers grabbed Phoenix’s hips and lifted him off his feet as he raced to plant his hands on the wall.

Hell yeah!

Divine heaven didn’t even begin to describe what Phoenix felt as the man held him up and his tongue slid down Phoenix’s crease, rimming his asshole.