Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio (10 page)

Dillon jumped, his head turning to look up at him. “I left early. The warrior Wayland brought me back since you were working.”

Rainerio knelt beside his mate, running a crooked finger up his cheek and capturing his tears. “Why do you cry?”

Dillon shook his head as he stared down at his hands, which were lying in his lap. Rainerio had a feeling he knew. His mate had refused to feed from him regularly since he was converted and drank from him and the leader.

“Are you thirsty?” Rainerio wiped the other side of his face as he stared into Dillon’s cobalt-blue eyes.

“N–no.” He shook his head again, but Rainerio could see the hunger in his eyes. He was staring longingly at Rainerio’s neck.

Christian had told him that Dillon needed to feed often. His poor baby must be starving. Grabbing Dillon under his arms, Rainerio sat his mate on the bed.

“Eat.” He knelt before Dillon, tilting his head and exposing his neck. When Dillon hesitated, Rainerio reached up and cupped his neck, pulling his mate down until Dillon’s face touched Rainerio’s skin. “Eat.”

Dillon cried out as he sank his fangs deep into Rainerio’s flesh.

His cock became instantly hard as Dillon milked his blood from his body. His mate wrapped his arms and his legs around Rainerio as he sucked at his neck.

“Oh fuck,” Rainerio cried out as Dillon began to hump his stomach. He reached into the waistband of his mate’s pants, yanking them down as he did the same to his own. Rainerio laid his mate on the bed as he lined his cock up to Dillon’s hole, letting the natural lubricant do its job.

After a moment, and straining to hold onto his control, Rainerio slid into Dillon’s body. His eyes closed as he luxuriated for a few short seconds, enjoying the feeling of feeding his mate’s thirst and sexual need.

Dillon was the first to move, rocking his hips as he drank. He whimpered until Rainerio took over and fucked him down and dirty.

His cock hammered into Dillon’s tight ass as he held his mate’s head to his shoulder.

Dillon released his hold, licking the wound closed and then continuing to bathe Rainerio’s jaw with his tongue.

“Hell, baby.” Rainerio grabbed Dillon’s hips, hammering into him as his cock sunk deeper. He reached between them, palming Dillon’s shaft as he stroked the thick member.

“Make me come,” Dillon cried out.

“Okay, love.” Rainerio doubled his efforts, pounding Dillon’s ass as he ran his thumb over Dillon’s shaft.

Dillon writhed beneath him, his body movements growing frantic as his lips parted. He shouted as Rainerio’s hand was filled with his mate’s seed.

Rainerio thrust a few more times before he, too, came in a blinding wave of ecstasy. He stood, panting as he turned and fell on his back, pulling his mate close to him.

“I’ll spank your ass if you let yourself go hungry again.”

Dillon looked around his apartment once more to make sure he didn’t forget anything. It felt odd being in the human realm after spending two months in the demon realm. This alternate sphere was the one that felt foreign to him now.

He gathered up Tulip’s toys as the last of his boxes were taken to Rainerio’s apartment. These warriors could make a mint if they opened up their own moving company. They just walked into a shadow in Dillon’s old apartment and walked right into Rainerio’s.

How cool was that?

He couldn’t linger too long here. He had to work in the morning.

Unpacking was going to be the hard part. Dillon hadn’t realized how much stuff he had that he couldn’t part with once he began to pack it all.

Dillon walked through the apartment and shut off the lights, ready to leave this world behind. Rainerio took his hand, giving it a light squeeze as Dillon closed his eyes. He no longer vomited when he walked through a shadow, but he still felt the tightening of his stomach. The queasiness made him belch as he walked into his new apartment, his new life.

Dillon let go of his mate’s hand, directing the other warriors on where to set the boxes. Once the boxes were divided up into the appropriate rooms, Dillon sighed. Now the real fun would begin.

“Do you need any help?” Rainerio asked as he stood in the doorway. Dillon smiled at the gentle giant leaning against the doorframe. He had been correct when he thought Rainerio was the one for him. He just had no clue they were mates and his life would turn upside down. As chaotic as it seemed, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“No, I have it.” Dillon started in the bedroom. Although Kane and Rainerio had purchased new clothes for him, a lot of his favorites still needed unpacking and stored away. Tulip came bouncing around into the bedroom, yipping as she jumped up on the bed.

“Get down, girl, you know better.” Dillon lifted her from the bed and placed her on the floor. “Go play with Daddy while I get this done.”

Tulip tilted her head in the air, as if giving him an undignified sniff as she trotted off. Crazy dog. Dillon pulled out the clothes, hanging them in the closet or storing them in the dresser as the boxes slowly emptied and the closet and dresser slowly filled. Once he had everything done, he broke down the boxes and stored them flat to take out to the Dumpster.

Dillon laid out an outfit for work in the morning before grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms and walking into the bathroom. The hot shower felt good after the long day he had had.

He leaned his head back, allowing the water to fill his mouth before swishing it around and spitting it toward the drain. His muscles began to relax as the spray pounded his body like a light massage.

The glass door slid open as Rainerio stepped in. Dillon smiled as his mate pressed his naked chest into Dillon’s back. Rainerio was much taller than him, and his hard shaft pressed into Dillon’s lower back. “Mmm, a wet vampire in my shower looking good enough to eat.”

Oh god.
Dillon felt like he was melting as Rainerio’s hands explored his body. His right hand skated up his back, stopping at his shoulder as his mate began to ease the tension in his muscles. His left hand spanned across Dillon’s stomach.

Rainerio turned him around, grabbing the base of his cock. He ran his fingers under Dillon’s chin, his thumb running across Dillon’s lower lip. “Suck me off.”

As Dillon lowered to his knees, he kept his eyes locked on Rainerio’s. The cocoa-brown eyes darkened as Dillon licked his lips.

Rainerio tapped Dillon’s lips with the head of his cock as he pulled Dillon’s hair back lightly. He opened wide, accepting the large prick between his lips.

Rainerio hissed as he watched Dillon lap at the head, sucking it back into his throat. His head swam at the salty taste of his mate’s pre-cum. Dillon flinched when his fangs dragged across Rainerio’s flesh. He was about to pull away to apologize when Rainerio growled.

“Do that again, babe.”

Dillon hesitated for a moment before relaxing his throat, raking his sharp canines along Rainerio’s cock as he pushed forward, his nose touching pubic hair.

Rainerio groaned as he rocked his hips, starting a slow fuck in and out of Dillon’s mouth. His fingers tightened in Dillon’s hair as he cupped Dillon jaw. “Damn, baby. Your mouth is so hot, so sweet.”

Sliding his hand between Rainerio’s powerful legs, he held Rainerio’s balls in his hand, rolling them around as he began to hum.

They drew tight to his mate’s body as Dillon worked his throat muscles, feeling the soft sac pull tight against Rainerio’s groin.

Rainerio pulled Dillon’s hair hard as he shouted, hot seed spurting down his throat. Dillon pulled back and ran his tongue over the head of Rainerio’s cock, cleaning it as Rainerio breathed in and out raggedly.

His mate picked him up, spinning him around as he pinned Dillon to the wall, driving his still hard cock into Dillon’s ass.

Dillon clawed at the tiles as Rainerio lifted him off of his feet, wrapping his arms around Dillon’s body, taking him hard and fast.

His feet scrambled until they settled on the ledge, his fingers digging into the grout. Rainerio clamped his teeth down hard on Dillon’s shoulder as he power-drove into Dillon’s ass.

“Fuck me!” Dillon’s cock exploded, his cum shooting onto the wall as Rainerio slammed Dillon’s ass down on his dick. For the second time, Rainerio shouted, hot cum filling his ass as his mate’s movements became irregular, his footing slipping from under him.

Dillon yelped as he and Rainerio went down.

His back hit Rainerio’s chest as his arms shot out instinctively, trying to grab air.

“Are you okay, Dillon?”

“Are you?”

Rainerio’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “I’m good.”

“Me, too,” Dillon giggled as he tried to get up. Once he got to his feet, Rainerio grabbed the handle to the soap dish, pulling himself up.

He leaned down and kissed Dillon before turning the shower off and sliding the door open.

He towel dried Dillon as he stood there obediently. Rainerio smacked his ass. “Get to bed. You have to get up early.”

Dillon wiggled his ass before walking into the bedroom. God, he loved Rainerio.

* * * *

Rainerio walked into Diablo’s with Takeo and Kobe. The two warriors walked next to him as they made their way to the bar. The crowd parted as people always did when a warrior walked amongst them.

The warriors appreciated the respect. No one really knew them, and that was the way they liked it. If everyone knew all the aspects of what they could do and what they did, their jobs would be harder, and they would be less effective.

Rainerio took a seat as the other two warriors sat on a stool on either side of him. “Do you think he will show?” Kobe asked as he scanned the crowd while leaning his back against the bar.

“That’s what we’re hoping for,” Rainerio answered as he looked at every face in the club. Roxy was once again on stage, strutting his moneymaker as the crowd went wild.

“He’s hot.” Kobe nudged Rainerio as his head jerked toward the stage.

Rainerio shrugged. “If you like high maintenance men.” They were waiting to catch the teller from the bank—the one who watched them carefully as they talked with Falcon—making some sort of contact with Marino.

Falcon had tipped them off, stating that he had gone over the books and found that one of his employees had tampered with the records of one of their clients. After digging further, he connected Marino’s name to the teller. It hadn’t been easy. Marino had done a thorough job of hiding the fact that he owned the accounts.

Now they waited for the crooked teller to walk in. After watching him for a week, learning his habits, the warriors knew the guy would be here tonight. He seemed to be addicted to Roxy, just like every other male in the place.

Rainerio accepted the beer Diablo slid across the bar to him. They nodded to one another before he turned back toward the throng of partiers.

Kobe grabbed his crotch as he eyed one of the patrons. “I think I found a willing body,” he said as he stood. “I’ll be back.”

“Okay, but if the guy shows up and you aren’t here to question him, that’s your neck if Panahasi asks why.” Rainerio took a drink from the bottle as he watched Roxy work the crowd.

“Shit.” Kobe sat back down. He didn’t look too happy about passing up a chance at a quickie.

“We are here to work, not to play,” Takeo reminded the other warrior. “Once we are finished, you can stay and play all you want.”

“Gee, thanks,” Kobe grunted.

One of the twinks that worked the crowd came sashaying over, eyeing all three with a lust-filled gaze. “I could take all three of you if you’d like...at the same time.”

He wasn’t the first guy to see a warrior and come running.

Rainerio would have taken him up on it any other time, but he was mated now and not interested in the least. “I’m taken, but you could ask them.” He nodded toward the other two.

The twink looked disappointed but beamed up at Takeo. “How about you, tall, dark, and lethal?”

Takeo smiled down at the man but shook his head. “I have no interest tonight.”

All the warriors knew that Takeo was seeing someone in the human realm. They just didn’t know if it was sexual or not. Even with the warrior’s answer, Rainerio was still left guessing.

“I thought you just said business first?” Kobe asked.

Rainerio chuckled as he took a drink of his beer. He lowered the bottle as he smacked his lips. Damn it tasted good. “I was fucking with you. Go, but don’t be long.”

“Give me five.” The twink looked pissed at Kobe’s response. He was probably hoping for more time and maybe an invite home that would never come.

Kobe was on the hunt for his mate. Rainerio could be wrong though. If the guy turned out to be Kobe’s mate, then all hell would probably break loose. Kobe would kill anyone who came near the twink, just as any one of them would with their own mates. Problem was, the twink was a little too well known here, and Kobe wouldn’t tolerate anyone touching him.

But, once the warrior found out that the guy wasn’t his mate, he’d move on, as he usually did. Rainerio straightened when he spotted the teller walking into the club. He elbowed Takeo, nodding toward the man as he made his way closer to the stage.

They both sat back and watched him drool over the stripper.

Rainerio became antsy after sitting there for over an hour, but nothing happened. He missed Dillon and wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and wrap his body around his little vamps. Kobe took two more guys to the back, but was now sitting next to him yawning. “Is he gonna talk to anyone or jack off again?”

“I swear, if he jerks off one more time, I’m gonna slap the cuffs on him.” Rainerio growled.

Takeo chuckled next to him. “I wouldn’t put my cuffs anywhere near the teller’s hands.”

Rainerio grunted. “You have a point.” He sat back, wishing something would happen. Rainerio wanted to get home to his mate already.

The show finally ended. It was about time. Rainerio never thought he would think it, but he’d had enough of seeing other men strut around. Since mating Dillon, he was no longer interested. It didn’t bother Rainerio to be with only one man. It meant his days of hunting for his mate were over, which he wouldn’t have any other way.