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about to tell Matt that they could leave when the man pulled away with a curse.

Chapter Three
     
    Matt had been holding his mate in his arms, enjoying the feel of Phoenix’s slim body against his when Damonee walked through the door of the club. The man had piss-poor timing all around. Damonee walked in with his goons, his eyes appraising the young men writhing on the dance floor.
    Matt had felt Phoenix’s will crumbling as he held him and knew his mate was going to go home with him. He had wanted the chance to show his mate his stamina as he fucked him all night long and in every position known to man, and a few that weren’t.
    Fat chance of that happening now. Matt wanted to take Damonee’s head off for this.
    He knew he had to do something other than stare at the man from across the club. They had been after this bastard for months, wanting to question him in the deaths of two underage male prostitutes.
    Evidence linked this scumbag to the crimes, and it was Matt’s job to bring him in. He didn’t want his mate anywhere near Damonee. Matt wasn’t sure what was going on with Phoenix and this guy standing here in front of him, but he had to trust Phoenix’s friend to get his mate out safely.
    Making a split-second decision, he kissed Phoenix with all the passion he felt inside for his pup. His mate was panting when Matt lifted his head. He ran his knuckles down the side of Phoenix’s face, staring into his pretty blue eyes. “I need you and your friend to leave.”
    “Armando,” Phoenix replied as he gazed up at Matt. “His name is Armando.”
    The guy snorted as he raked a scathing look over Matt. “Just because Nix gave you some booty doesn’t mean you own him. Piss off, asshole.” Armando grabbed Phoenix’s arm and pulled him to his side, glaring daggers at Matt. “Get a little ass and men think they have the right to tell you what to do. I don’t think so.” Armando waved his arm up and snapped his fingers. “You go on back to whatever cave you crawled out of because if you think—”
    “Now!” Matt growled into Armando’s face. He didn’t have time for a pissing contest with this male. Leaning down to his mate, he breathed on the shell of Phoenix’s ear. “Please, go. It’s not safe for you here.” He placed a soft kiss there before straightening.
    Phoenix lifted his dazed eyes at Matt and nodded.
    “What the hell, Nix?” Armando said as he waved his arms around and stomped his sandaled foot. “Was his cock that good?”
    “Better.” Phoenix grabbed Armando and led him through the drunken mass toward the back door.
    “Do you have a brother?” Armando shouted over his shoulder as he was dragged from the club.
    Satisfied that his mate wasn’t anywhere near the bastard across the club, Matt made his way to the front. He needed to get to his trunk.
     
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    Phoenix was staring at the mark on his neck in the mirror the next morning. It hadn’t bruised, but the holes were tender to the touch. Every time he brushed a finger across the healing wound, a shiver raced through his body and went directly to his cock. It made him want Matt all over again.
    He thought about the man who had haunted his dreams last night. Matt had played a starring role in fucking him until Phoenix had passed out—or fell back to sleep, whichever the case may be.
    But the dream had been so vivid.
    Phoenix couldn’t ever remember dreaming in color or in such clarity. They had made love throughout the whole dream. He paused when he realized he hadn’t thought of it as fucking. What was this man doing to him?
    He thought of the way that black T-shirt had stretched across Matt’s impressive and expansive chest or how his well-defined biceps showed off how fit Matt truly was. The guy wasn’t overly bulky. Chiseled would be a better description. Those damn arms held him off the floor while Matt sucked the breath out of him by licking him silly.
    Phoenix sighed at the memory.
    He wanted to run his hands