Free Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio by Lynn Hagen Page A

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