Free Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio by Lynn Hagen

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.