Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio

by Lynn Hagen

  “You see, I’ve found that humans have something in their DNA that binds with my new drug. It enhances it and makes it more potent. The problem is, I need a lot of it.”

  “You sorry sack of shit. If you stick me with that needle, I’ll…I’ll make you pay. Rainerio will kill you for this!” Dillon shouted with vengeance.

  The man chuckled. “I’ve been watching you. Where is your warrior? I haven’t seen him around in a week. I think he got what he wanted and left you high and dry.” The man tied a rubber tourniquet around Dillon’s upper arm. “I don’t think he’ll be saving you.”

  Dillon screamed until his voice was hoarse, and nothing but a crackling sound was heard now. The sadistic bastard had jabbed him with that needle. He could feel his heart beating so hard, he thought it was going to explode.

  He began to hyperventilate. Sweat broke out over his entire body.

  A trickle rolled down the side of his face. The needle was taped into place as Dillon watched the clear tubes turn red with his blood. It ran from his arm into a large bag hanging from a pole, draining him. It was taking the very thing he needed to live.

  Dillon watched in horror as the bag began to fill. He was no expert, but he knew it shouldn’t be draining him so quickly. Bile rose to the back of his throat as he became nauseous. Pinpricks stabbed him all over his body as the bag became heavier with his blood and his body became lighter. He felt weak, exhausted.

  “I want to thank you ahead of time for your donation.” The man patted his shoulder as Dillon strained to keep his eyes open. His vision blurred, making it hard to see what was going on. How were they draining him so quickly?

  Dillon licked his lips as his mouth began to dry out. A single tear slid down the side of his face as he wondered why Rainerio had deserted him. He had hoped in his heart that Rainerio actually cared for him. Dillon had been a fool. And to make matters worse, everyone thought he had returned to the human realm.

  No one was going to save him. No one.

  He blinked a few times, trying to make out the shadowy figures in the room. A light buzz began to ring in his head as Dillon fought to stay conscious. The temperature must have dropped in the room because he could feel his teeth chattering.

  “Dillon.”

  He turned his head with great effort. He was so damn tired.

  “Dillon.”

  Dillon heard the voice as if it were a far away echo. It was the last thing on his mind before he was swallowed by the darkness.

  Rainerio threw open cupboards and snatched open drawers, desperately looking for something to clamp off the tube. He found a pair of hemostats and attached them as he yanked the needle from Dillon’s arm.

  Chaos reigned all around them as the warriors fought desperately to take down Marino and his men. When Peter had led them to Malcor’s, Rainerio knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

  Marino, for some unknown reason, was immune to their powers.

  Kane couldn’t freeze him, Hondo couldn’t burn him, and he could even see Einarr, who was presently invisible.

  Rainerio, for the moment, ignored them all. His mate lay there unconscious, his life essence trapped in a fucking banana bag. He had no clue how to reverse this, how to return Dillon’s blood to his body.

  “Phoenyx!” Rainerio shouted as he quickly unbuckled his mate from the straps that held him down. Dillon looked so fragile lying there unconscious. He didn’t look like he was close to death. He looked like he was in a peaceful sleep.

  Rainerio could feel his muscles stretching, growing, as he began to double in size. His powers weren’t as handy as some of the other warriors’. No, his powers allowed him to double in size and take on the strength of ten men. The room quickly began to shrink as his body grew to a massive size. Rainerio laid his overly large hand on Dillon’s chest, feeling the faint but present beat to his heart. It wasn’t beating in a normal rhythm, but was struggling to continue giving Dillon life.

  The redheaded warrior was at his side. He pulled Dillon’s shirt up, showing his slightly blue-tinged skin as he made a tiny incision in his chest, right above his heart. Phoenyx leaned over Dillon’s body, a single tear escaping his eye as it traveled down his face, dangling from his chin, before dropping into the small cut.

  The warrior rejoined the fight before Rainerio had a chance to thank him. Carefully, with strained control, he pulled Dillon from the table, holding him close to his heart as he looked around the room.

  His arms tightened around his mate as he watched the warriors slowly overtake the men who were out to kill his mate.

  Rainerio looked down at Dillon’s limp body. He looked so tiny, so fragile. Minutes had passed, but the coloring hadn’t returned to Dillon’s complexion. It was still ashen, blue.

  “Panahasi.” Rainerio’s voice boomed in the small room. His size had given his voice an unrealistic depth that rattled his own chest. “He isn’t healing.”

  The leader nodded as his superhuman reflexes countered every move his opponent was making. Panahasi took down the man in one fluid motion, using his blade to slice across the man’s exposed throat.

  “I’ll be back.”

  Rainerio watched as the leader threw his hand open and a portal appeared to his right. Before Panahasi could step through, Marino lunged for the counter, grabbing a needle and injecting himself.

  Rainerio’s mouth fell open as his jaw slightly unhinged, roaring at the man trying to grab the bag of Dillon’s blood from his hands.

  Rainerio kicked his large and powerful leg out, trying to keep Marino away from his mate, but the fucker sidestepped his efforts.

  Panahasi was across the room in a flash, struggling with Marino to keep him away from Dillon’s bag of blood. Whatever Marino had injected himself with seemed to make him stronger. The man became more aggressive, fighting with unbelievable strength as more warriors joined in to take him down.

  Rainerio wanted to set Dillon down and help, but he feared leaving his mate unattended even for a second. Panahasi charged toward Marino, tackling him as he threw punch after punch, inflicting damage but only gaining a small measure of leverage.

  Wayland and Deandre intercepted two of Marino’s men as they fought to keep them back. He saw one man levitate in the air before flying across the room and knew Einarr was the one fighting him.

  Donnchadh and Cadeym were fighting three men as Kobe and Takeo took down the two men that had attacked them.

  Panahasi roared, rolling from Marino as he got to his feet, kicking out before Marino got his footing and knocking the bastard into the portal the leader had open just moments ago. But before he fell through, Marino reached out and grabbed two vials from the counter.

  When the portal closed, swallowing Marino, Panahasi turned to the room. “Get home, now.”

  The leader grabbed the remaining vials and injection needles from the counter as he opened another portal and followed the warriors and Dillon.

  Rainerio set Dillon on Panahasi’s couch as he shouted at the room. “He’s not healing. What’s wrong?”

  Phoenyx stood there shaking his head slowly as he looked at Dillon’s slumped over body. “That’s never happened before.”

  Rainerio dropped to his knees, pulling Dillon to his chest. His size had returned to normal as he held his mate. Panahasi disappeared, reappearing seconds later with a disheveled-looking vampire next to him.

  Prince Christian, the only vampire who can convert anyone into a vampire themselves, crossed the room and shoved Rainerio out of his way. “It’s close. Even I may be too late.” Christian glanced at everyone before settling his eyes on Rainerio. “If I change him, he may hate you. Not everyone wants to live badly enough to endure being a vampire.”

  “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, h
e 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.r />
  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.