The air in the dimly lit back room of the Thorny Rose was thick with the scent of ale and the faint hint of incense. Griff, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity, leaned against the wooden wall, his tall, muscular frame relaxed but alert. He'd had a long day, dealing with the usual chaos of the New Orleans Police Department, and the weight of his responsibilities as a dragon-shifting cop seemed to rest heavily on his broad shoulders.Phoenix, ever the feisty fae, sauntered over to him, her ash-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and a mischievous glint in her green eyes. She could sense his fatigue and wanted to provide some much-needed relief. With a playful smile, she reached up and gently caressed his rugged jawline, her touch sending a shiver down his spine as she led him into a secluded nook within the Thorny Rose."You look like you could use a break, detective," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Let me take care of you."Griff's eyes narrowed, a mix of desire and suspicion flashing across his face. He was well aware of Phoenix's independent nature and her tendency to defy him, but at that moment, he couldn't deny the raw hunger that stirred within him. "I don't need anyone to take care of me, Phoenix," he rumbled, his deep voice laced with a hint of possessiveness. "But I won't say no to a little relaxation."Without waiting for further invitation, Phoenix dropped to her knees before him, her curvy figure accentuated by the tight leather corset she wore. She knew Griff's preference for curvy women, and she reveled in the way his eyes darkened with desire as he took in her hourglass shape. With nimble fingers, she unbuckled his belt, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were unwrapping a precious gift."You're so damn stubborn, Griff," she whispered, her breath hot against his hardening cock. "But I know how to make you let go."As her words washed over him, Griff's breath caught in his throat. He was a man used to being in control, both in his work and in the bedroom, but Phoenix had a way of breaking down his defenses. He allowed himself to lean back against the wall, surrendering to her skilled touch.
Phoenix's lips ghosted over the bulge in his jeans, her warm breath teasing his sensitive flesh. She unbuttoned his fly with practiced ease, her fingers deftly pushing down his jeans and boxer briefs, revealing his thick, erect shaft. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the sight of his impressive length, already glistening with pre-cum."Mmm, look at you," she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. "So big and hard for me."Griff's breath quickened as he watched her. He loved the way Phoenix worshipped his body, her every touch and word fueling his desire. As she wrapped her soft, warm hand around his length, he groaned, his head falling back against the wall."Suck me, Phoenix," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want it."She needed no further encouragement. Phoenix leaned forward, her full, pink lips parting to take him into her hot, wet mouth. She slid her mouth down his shaft, taking him deep, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive underside. Her hands cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she bobbed her head, her pace increasing with every moan that escaped his lips.Griff's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain his composure. The sensation of Phoenix's mouth on him was exquisite torture, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him wild. He could feel his control slipping away, his body surrendering to the pleasure she so expertly administered."Fuck, Phoenix," he grunted, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."She hummed her approval, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his entire body. Her fingers found the sensitive spot beneath his sac, and she applied just the right amount of pressure, causing Griff to buck against her. Her mouth moved faster, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her hand pumping in time with her rhythmic sucking."I love the way you taste," she murmured between breaths. "So delicious, Griff."Her words, combined with the incredible sensations, pushed Griff closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a coiled spring of pleasure ready to snap. His hands found her hair, threading through the silky strands as he guided her pace, urging her to take him deeper."That's it, baby," he growled. "Take it all. Swallow me whole."Phoenix complied eagerly, her throat working as she deep-throated him, her eyes never leaving his. She reveled in the power she held over him in that moment, the way she could reduce this strong, dominant man to a quivering mass of desire. As she felt his cock twitch and swell in her mouth, she knew he was close.With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Griff exploded into her mouth, his hot cum shooting down her throat. Phoenix swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he spilled his seed. She continued to suck and lick him through his climax, milking every last drop of pleasure from his spent cock. Griff was learning that with Phoenix, surrender could be just as sweet as control.
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With no warning whatsoever, Phoenix bolted after it—whatever it was. She might be some badass faery enforcer, but he wasn’t about to let her go alone. Griff flung a handful of bills at Finn and bolted out the door behind her.
The muggy night smacked him in the face like a slap as he emerged, keeping one eye on the retreating figure and the other on Phoenix. Whoever or whatever it was, was fast, but Phoenix was faster. She seemed to levitate just above the ground—even without her wings—as she closed the distance.
“Phoenix!” Griff called, but to no avail. Phoenix didn’t break stride, turn around, or even slow down. The figure ducked into an alley, and Phoenix followed, the darkness swallowing her up.
Griff raced to catch up with her, rounding the corner just in time to see the figure disappear through a door at the end of the alley. Griff saw Phoenix skid to a halt. He could feel the presence of magic in the alley. Many parts of the city felt as if magic had been mixed into the mortar that held the buildings together.
Griff caught up to her, breathing heavily as he glanced at the door. “Looks like we found our lead.”
Phoenix nodded, her grip tightening on her knives. “And it’s not going to wait for us.”
With one last glance at Griff, she pushed the door open, stepping into the unknown.
Griff Broussard wasn’t a stranger to darkness. It lingered at the edges of his life, always threatening to swallow him whole. But tonight, as he stood at the threshold of the old door, staring at the door Phoenix had just disappeared through, that familiar darkness felt different. It was alive, pulsating with magic and danger, pulling him into its depths like a predator sizing up its prey.
The metallic tang of the night air filled his lungs as he pushed through the door behind Phoenix, muscles tense and instincts flaring. His senses sharpened. Even in human form, his dragon nature simmered beneath his skin, the beast pacing impatiently, ready to be unleashed at the first hint of a threat. He couldn’t help it—not here, not now, not with the echoes of his father’s unsolved murder still whispering at the edges of his mind.
Phoenix was already a few steps ahead, her movements fluid and silent as she navigated the narrow hallway beyond the door. Griff’s gaze swept the space, noting every detail—the cracked tiles on the floor, the flickering overhead light, and the faint trace of something old, something ancient lingering in the air. Magic. He could smell it, thick and oppressive, curling around him like smoke.
“Phoenix, wait,” he hissed, his voice low but urgent.
She glanced back at him, her eyes sharp and alert, but there was a flicker of impatience in her expression. Phoenix always charged headfirst into danger, relying on her instincts and speed.
Griff had always been the opposite—calculated, methodical. He needed to understand what they were walking into before they stepped too deep. But there was no time for planning now. The person they’d been chasing—their only lead—was somewhere ahead, and they couldn’t afford to lose it.
Without another word, Phoenix continued forward, her hand brushing the wall as she moved. Griff followed, the tension between them thickening with each step. He knew she could handle herself—hell, she was probably better suited for this than he was—but that didn’t stop the protective instinct that flared in his chest whenever they were in a situation like this. He hated that about himself. Hated how being around her always made him feel more… vulnerable. More aware of the fact that she was a storm he could never quite tame.
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