Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio (8 page)

“Just do it!” Rainerio felt his entire body convulsing in rage. He didn’t care if Dillon hated him for the rest of his life, he would be alive.

Christian nodded and then struck, exchanging life fluids with Dillon. His mate didn’t have much to give, but from Rainerio’s understanding, he didn’t need much. He saw the subtle move, Christian slicing his wrist and then laying it over the incision Phoenyx had made. Rainerio looked around, but no one else seemed to have noticed.

No one except Panahasi, who was watching Rainerio with saddened eyes.

Rainerio broke the eye contact first. He looked down at Dillon’s sleeping form, waiting. Christian sealed the wound at Dillon’s neck and slid his opened wrist behind him as he stood. “It’s a wait and see game now. I’ve never tried to convert someone with only a spoonful of blood left in his body before. He’s a fighter, I’ll give him that.”

Christian closed his silken robe and spoke as he tied it off. “It’s good that he is living here. The constant darkness will help him adjust. He’ll need to feed as soon as he wakes up. Does he have a mate?”

Rainerio stood and situated his body between the room and Dillon. “He does.”

A few eyes rounded, but everyone remained silent. Christian nodded. “Take him to your home. Be with him and help him through this. Feed him when he needs fed. But be warned, he could awaken to such hatred for what he has become that he refuses your offering. If he does, he will die. A newly converted must drink often for the first week of his new life. He is a babe, care for him as such.” Christian turned to Panahasi. “I am ready.”

The leader escorted Prince Christian from the demon realm as Rainerio lifted Dillon into his arms and took him to his apartment. He pulled the covers back and gently laid Dillon onto his bed before going around his home and turning all the lights out. The vampire hadn’t said anything about lights hurting Dillon, but he wanted to make Dillon’s awakening as comfortable as possible.

The idea of Dillon drinking from him didn’t disgust him. It made him feel honored that he could give his mate life. He’d do whatever it took to keep the little human,
correction
, vampire alive.

Rainerio sat on the edge of the bed as he took Dillon’s relaxed hand in his. He noticed that the abrasions from the straps on his wrists and ankles were gone. No sign remained that his flesh had been abused.

He breathed a sigh of relief that what Christian had done was working. Rainerio pulled his shirt over his head and went to the bathroom to retrieve a rubber band. He secured his hair, making sure nothing was obstructing his neck. Dillon would need to feed as soon as he woke up, and Rainerio wanted to make sure nothing was in the way.

Walking back to the bedroom, Rainerio kicked his shoes and jeans off before climbing into bed. He wasn’t sure what he should expect, but he wanted to be ready. He pulled Dillon’s shirt off and then divested him of his jeans as he lay down.

Dillon lay on his back, his lips slightly parted as Rainerio watched him. He jumped a fraction, startled when Dillon’s eyes suddenly popped open. He watched with bated breath as Dillon stared at the ceiling as he sniffed the air. His nostrils flared out repeatedly as his little pink tongue darted out of his mouth, licking across his bottom lip.

Rainerio wasn’t sure what came over him, but he pulled his bound hair aside as Dillon turned his head to stare at him. He bared his neck, waiting.

Dillon’s lip pulled back as he snarled. With quickness three times as fast as the mate Chris possessed, Dillon was at his neck, sinking his fangs into his flesh. Rainerio gasped as his hands clamped onto Dillon’s head and hip. His cock filled with lightning speed as Dillon slid over his chest, impaling his body onto Rainerio’s cock as he drank deeply.

Rainerio didn’t have a chance to move his hips before his cock exploded inside of Dillon’s ass. His back arched as he cried out, Dillon drinking from him savagely. He knew in the back of his mind that he needed to stop Dillon. His mate was out of control and threatening to drain Rainerio of his blood.

“Enough!”

Rainerio grabbed the covers and fanned them over his and Dillon’s naked body. Christian was standing at the end of their bed.

His eyes were as black as night as he circled around, looking down at Dillon as he continued to drink.

“I said enough, babe.”

Rainerio snarled at the vampire’s words as Christian reached his hand out and laid it on the back of Dillon’s head. “Drink no more.”

Dillon whimpered but removed his sharp fangs from Rainerio’s neck. He felt a loss as soon as his mate pulled away.

As his head cleared, Rainerio realized that he had been willing to be drained for his little vampire. It shocked him that he had succumbed to his mate’s needs so quickly and willingly.

“I feared this might happen,” Christian said as he ran his hand over Dillon’s head. Rainerio noticed from the corner of his eye that Panahasi was standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

The leader crossed the room to stand at Rainerio’s side. “He needs another donor, or he will drain you. Your mate has lost entirely too much blood and is now in the grasp of bloodlust. If he does not take from either me or your leader, he will kill you.”

White hot raged filled him at the thought of Dillon drinking from anyone else.
He
was to supply his mate’s needs, no one else.

“Rainerio,” Panahasi said his name from beside him. “Let me feed him.”

Rainerio balked at the idea of Dillon becoming turned on as he drank from his leader. He didn’t share, and he wouldn’t start now.

Dillon was his, no one else’s, and Rainerio knew he didn’t have it in him to watch his mate have sex with anyone but him, not even his esteemed leader.

“He
will
die,” Christian gently reminded him.

Rainerio glanced down at Dillon, seeing the pain in his mate’s eyes as he panted heavily. His fingers were digging into Rainerio’s chest as his fangs snapped close to Rainerio’s face.

“I can’t.” Rainerio’s voice caught as he looked from Christian to Panahasi. “I can’t watch you fuck him.”

Panahasi’s eyes rounded for a moment before he composed himself. “I do not wish to have your mate. Let him lie as he is while he drinks from my wrist. Let him enjoy your body as I feed him.”

Rainerio closed his eyes for a moment as he nodded. When he opened them, Christian was at Panahasi’s side, slicing his leader’s wrist with an elongated nail, guiding Panahasi’s hand toward Dillon’s mouth.

His mate’s eyes grew as he sniffed for a second, and then he latched his lips onto Panahasi’s wrists. Rainerio felt violent fury fill him as his mate moaned while drinking from another. His body began to grow, his anger out of control.

“Don’t,” Panahasi warned. “You’ll only harm Dillon. Let go of your anger. I’m not fucking him. I’m feeding him.”

Rainerio focused on his mate, forgetting the other two were in the room. He spread his legs, planted his feet, and thrust hard into Dillon’s tight ass. His mate’s nails dug deeper into his flesh as he began to slam his body onto Rainerio’s painfully erect cock.

Rainerio’s head fell back as he moaned, grabbing Dillon’s hips fiercely, letting his mate fuck him. Dillon was like a beast unleashed.

The covers fell away as Dillon leaned back, impaling his tightly muscled hole over and over again. Rainerio opened his eyes to see Dillon still drinking.

He knew Panahasi could take the blood loss. He was thousands of years older than any one of the warriors, with powers none of them fully understood. Rainerio watched the intimate act of drinking as Dillon undulated, taking his pleasure from Rainerio.

Rainerio was never one to exhibit his sexual encounters in front of anyone, but the rage that had consumed him fled. He was the only one that would take pleasure in Dillon’s body. With this knowledge, Rainerio thrust harder, snaking his hand through Dillon’s blond hair as his mate drank. He grabbed Dillon’s erection with his free hand, stroking his mate as he saw the flames in Panahasi’s eyes grow brighter.

No one could be unaffected by this, not even these two strong leaders. Christian reached over and brushed Dillon’s head, his mate releasing Panahasi’s wrist. The two quickly left the room. Rainerio wasn’t sure what they would do, and didn’t care. Dillon was fed, and his needs were being met.

To hell with anyone else.

Dillon’s head rolled on his shoulders as he swiveled his hips, his fangs showing as he groaned. Rainerio had never seen a more erotic sight then his mate taking his own pleasure.

Their bodies were in exquisite harmony with one another as Rainerio rolled, placing his mate under him. Dillon finally locked eyes with Rainerio. Pain and longing settled in them.

“Why did you leave me, Rainerio?” Dillon asked as he wrapped his legs around Rainerio’s waist. “What did I do wrong?”

Rainerio cupped Dillon’s face as he stroked his cock into Dillon, using long strokes. “I didn’t leave you.”

Dillon’s eyes turned to ice as he dug his nails into Rainerio’s flesh, lifting his legs higher. “Yes you did,” he snarled.

Rainerio leaned back onto his knees, pulling Dillon up with him.

He wrapped his arms around his mate as he hitched his hips, pressing his lips into Dillon’s temples. “I left a note, love. I would never leave you, believe me.”

Dillon wrapped his arms around Rainerio’s neck. The pleasure was pure and explosive as Dillon sank his fangs into Rainerio’s neck.

He cried out, taking Dillon faster. “I didn’t leave you.”

Dillon released his neck, shouting as his seed painted his and Rainerio’s chests. Rainerio fell forward, hammering into Dillon until shards of light exploded behind his eyes, blinding him for a moment as he came hard. He held Dillon to his chest, riding out the waves of his orgasm as his mate licked the wound at his neck.

“I didn’t leave you,” he whispered as he cradled Dillon’s head to his chest.

Dillon pushed hard at Rainerio’s chest, pulling his legs from under them and rolling off of the bed. “You left me! You left me, and now look at what I’ve become. This is your fault, Rainerio, and I’ll never forgive you for this.”

Rainerio watched his mate storm from his bedroom. His chest was tight with grief at his mate’s hatred. He had never seen so much disgust held in anyone’s eyes before. In doing his job, in leaving his mate behind to find the shifter, he had lost him.

Rainerio slammed his fist into the mattress as he cried out in anguish. His pain thundered through the room as he lifted his head and shouted to the ceiling. He swung his arm out, knocking everything from the nightstand as he sobbed.

He had left his mate vulnerable, and now Dillon was paying the ultimate price. His every instinct was telling him to go after Dillon, but he knew he had to let his mate work this out in his head.

Going to him right now wouldn’t help either of them. Rainerio crawled from the bed, slowly walking to the bathroom.

He started the shower, climbing in, and prayed the heated spray washed away his pain. He had left a note. How could everything have gone to hell? He had left a damn note.

Rainerio hung his head as the hot spray ran over his body. His hands clenched at the thought of never holding Dillon in his arms again.

He had to prove to his mate that he hadn’t just up and left him, not like Dillon thought. Where had the piece of paper gone?

Rainerio shut the water off and quickly dried his body with the large white towel. He needed to go to Dillon’s room and search for the one piece of evidence that would prove he hadn’t abandoned his mate.

Rainerio wrapped the towel around his waist, determined to find that note and prove his innocence, and then help his mate find his footing in his new life.

Dillon lifted his lip as he stared at his pointy teeth in the mirror.

They didn’t look too bad. What angered him was the fact he would have to suck blood for the rest of his life. That was disgusting. His mouth still held the metallic taste from Rainerio.

He didn’t want to be a vampire. He wanted to be human. Dillon loved being human. His hand lifted, pressing against his chest. He discovered that his heart was still beating. That was a good thing.

Stepping back from his bathroom mirror, Dillon took in the full view of his upper body. It was paler than before, but it still looked the same.

The blue of his eyes had been saved. They weren’t black like in the movies. Thank goodness for that. Dillon loved his blue eyes. So the only thing that had really changed was the fact that he was undead and he had sharp canines that helped him drink blood.

He turned sideways, lifting his arms in the air. Well, he did look a bit thinner, but that was a plus. Dillon walked out of the bathroom as he slammed the door closed behind him.

The sound ricocheted through the bedroom, giving him a loud reminder that, if he were dead, he wouldn’t have been able to do that.

He knew deep down that he was grateful to be alive. It had just taken him by surprise when his mind cleared and he was sucking on Panahasi’s damn wrist. The guy was nice…but yuck! He was more embarrassed when he realized he was having sex while others stood by and watched.

Dillon felt terrible for what he said to Rainerio, but the man shouldn’t have fucked him and left him. He did rescue him though.

Dillon groaned as he flopped down on his bed. He was so damned confused. He missed Rainerio and hated him at the same time.
Left a
note, my ass.
If the warrior had left a note, why didn’t he find one?

His head snapped up when he heard a throat clearing. Rainerio stood in his bedroom doorway with a white towel wrapped around his tanned hips. “God, you look scrumptious.” Dillon kicked himself for letting that slip.

“Do you mind?” Rainerio pointed to his dresser. Dillon shrugged, watching the warrior look around. He opened drawers and rifled through Dillon’s belongings before moving to the side of the dresser and pulling it away from the wall. Rainerio leaned in before settling back on his haunches. He held his hands up, a small piece of paper tucked between his index and middle finger.

Dillon pushed from his bed, begrudgingly walking closer before snatching the note. He glared at Rainerio before opening the folded paper.