Free Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio by Lynn Hagen Page B

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.

Chapter Six

    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