Demon Warriors 3: Rainerio (5 page)

Hondo caught up with him, steering him toward Bernard’s Buyback’s. “Let’s stick to the plan and question a few people. Phoenyx is watching him.”

Rainerio walked to the used video store, damn near tearing the door from its hinges as he walked in. Hondo pushed him against the wall and pointed at him, giving him a warning look as he approached the counter.

Fine, he would stay put. It wasn’t any sweat off of his back. He leaned his head back, letting out a long breath as he brought his anger under control. Phoenyx was right. If he wasn’t going to do anything about it, then he needed to let it go. Rainerio leaned against the glass window, feeling like a total moron for the way he had acted.

Dillon deserved to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. The pair did look happy together. He wished Dillon the best of luck with Peter.

Who the hell was he kidding? He wanted to rip the vampire’s throat out. Rainerio walked outside, needing the fresh air as he attempted to clear his mind. What was wrong with him? He felt achy and needy. And what the fuck was with the butterflies in his stomach every time he saw Dillon?

Rainerio growled when he spotted Leam across the street with Falcon, the bank owner. Leam’s brother was taken to the underworld, locked away for sucking people’s souls out, and every since then, Leam had a hard-on for Chris, Hondo’s mate.

Rainerio jogged across the street as the pair argued. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Although they knew Marino had the stolen crystal, the crystal that had the ability to let its possessor walk to the underworld and release any prisoner they chose to, he still wanted to know why Leam was in league with Falcon.

He made it twenty feet from them before Leam noticed him and took off running. Rainerio began to run after him when Falcon stepped in his path.

“Get the hell out of my way.”

Falcon glared at him as he shook his head. “Have you found out who stole the crystal from the Valuable Vault?”

Oh
now
he was interested? When it first disappeared, Falcon had done everything to hide that fact from the warriors. “What’s with the concern?”

“I just want back what rightfully belongs in my bank. I don’t take kindly to being made a fool of.”

Too late, Rainerio realized what Falcon was up to. Leam was nowhere in sight. “What the hell is going on?” He stepped closer to the griffin-shifter. “Why did you stop me from chasing Leam?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I merely stopped you to inquire about the crystal.”

Rainerio had it up to his ears with everyone’s bullshit today. “I will find out what’s going on between you two. And when I do, I’m nailing your ass to the wall.”

Falcon turned his back on Rainerio, speaking over his shoulder as he headed back to the bank. “Good luck with that, warrior.”

* * * *

Dillon woke from his dreams, feeling a presence in the room. It was still dark out. He mentally rolled his eyes, remembering that it was always dark here in the demon realm. Even with an abundance of streetlights and the lighting from businesses and residences, it was still night.

“Did you sleep with him?” Rainerio asked angrily as he walked into Dillon’s bedroom from the shadowed corner.

“Jealous lover?” He sat up and wiped his eyes as he stared at the warrior. “I didn’t know you were into role-playing. Hang on, I need to get into my role.” Dillon planted his feet on the floor. Only a sheet across his lap covered his nudity. “Oh, wait. That’s right. This isn’t a role but my fucked-up reality. Because we’re
not
lovers.” He snapped.

“Why do you care, you screwed-up demon warrior, jerk, butthead?”

Rainerio was across the room in seconds, pulling Dillon to his feet. The sheet slipped away, revealing his steel shaft that was erect and proud, tapping at his belly. He cursed it for showing its enthusiasm at the wrong time. “I told you that you were playing with fire, human.”

“And I told you I could handle it, I think…I hope.”
Keep it
together. Don’t say something stupid and screw this up. He’s
interested. It’s in his eyes.

“We’re not sleeping together, Dillon.” Rainerio once again repeated himself like a broken record. Only this time, there was no conviction behind his words. It was almost a plea. Dillon pushed Rainerio’s hands off of his body, backing away.

“Then why are you here asking me about my private life, hmm?”

Dillon crossed his arms over his chest, watching Rainerio watch his cock. “If you aren’t interested, then me going out with that sexy vampire shouldn’t bother you.”

“It shouldn’t, but it does.” Rainerio glanced up at Dillon and then looked back down at his raging hard-on.

“I don’t get you, Rainerio. I’ve done everything I could possibly think of to get you to notice me. You ignore me like I’m a bug buzzing around your head, but then you show up like a jealous lover. What gives?” He lifted his right leg and scratched his left calf. His skin around his calf felt like a thousand tiny ants were crawling all over it. He was excited and nervous as hell at the same time.

“I’ve noticed you.” Rainerio’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he closed the distance. Dillon’s breath caught as Rainerio pulled him up into his strong arms.

“Holy crap, you’re all muscles.” Dillon wrapped his legs around Rainerio’s waist, holding onto the warrior for dear life. If Rainerio changed his mind right now, Dillon was going to beat him with his hard dick.

“Why can’t you let me be?” Rainerio asked as his fingers dug into Dillon’s ass cheeks. “You insist on taunting me, tormenting me. We can’t do this, Dillon.”

“We’re both adults. I don’t see what the problem is.” He whimpered as Rainerio’s hands glided across his ass, his fingers teasing his crease. “You want it, I want it. That equals two to me.”

“What you most desire isn’t always good for you,” Rainerio said as Dillon ran his hands through the long, cocoa-brown hair. The warrior kissed his temple, making Dillon close his eyes in pleasure.

“I need to feel some part of you inside of me,” Dillon softly pleaded as he pulled on Rainerio’s hair.

With a satisfied sigh, Dillon felt a strong, warm hand separating his cheeks, a finger circling around his entrance. Bearing down on Rainerio’s finger, Dillon tried to impale himself all the way.

Rainerio growled in his ear as he nipped the shell of it. “I say when you get more.”

Dillon nodded rapidly. “Okay. I can handle that. Now give me another. I need another finger.”

Dillon’s skin stung when Rainerio smacked his ass. His head spun from the sensation as Rainerio added a second finger. The spanking was well worth it as the large fingers scraped across his naughty spot.

He was barely hanging onto the edge as Rainerio added a third finger.

“Oh,
jeezus
.” Dillon emphasized the word as tiny rockets went off inside of him. Rainerio was going to send him to another world, he just knew it. He fisted a handful of Rainerio’s hair as the warrior fucked him crazy with his fingers.

“You want to feel my cock in your ass, don’t you?” Rainerio’s voice was thick with passion, and he was moving, walking slowly to Dillon’s bed.

Rainerio’s eyes locked with his now as he was slowly lowered to the bed. Dillon clenched his ass cheeks, unwilling to let the large fingers desert him. They felt too perfect, too right, just where they were. “I want to feel something in my ass, preferably your dick.”

Dillon groaned when the warrior pulled his fingers free. Rainerio tossed his clothes aside as Dillon took in all the muscled glory of the warrior. “Now that is one
fine
-ass-looking body. Give me some of that horse-hung cock.” Dillon wiggled his fingers at Rainerio, feeling impatient as ever.

Rainerio smacked him on his bottom again. “
Ow
, what was that for?”

“Your dirty mouth.”

“You know you like it.” He smiled smugly at the cock-diesel warrior.

Rainerio raked Dillon with his chocolate-brown eyes, making him shiver at such a seductive look. Dillon hooked his knees with his hands, pulling his legs back and giving Rainerio a display of what he had to offer.

Rainerio licked his lips as he crawled onto the bed and lined his cock up. Dillon became frustrated when Rainerio didn’t enter him. He already knew that they didn’t need condoms, Snooke had tipped his ear about that, so what was the hold up? Panic set in as the idea that Rainerio might have changed his mind made Dillon worry. “What’s wrong?”

Rainerio manacled Dillon’s wrists as he brought them over his head, locking them within his large hands against the mattress.

“Nothing. Let the natural lubricant do its job.”

Dillon shuddered at Rainerio’s deep voice. It was soulful and erotic. “Natural?” This was getting better and better. Dillon barely held on as he waited. He could feel the muscles to his entrance start to relax as something wet slid down his crease. “That is so damn cool.”

He sighed.

Rainerio lowered his head, taking Dillon’s mouth in their very first kiss. Rainerio was claiming his lips like a possessed man. Dillon was all for that. His tongue explored the recesses of Dillon’s mouth as his fingers tightened around Dillon’s wrists.

The warrior was mastering him, and Dillon couldn’t have been happier. His head fell to the side as Rainerio nipped down his neck, biting into his shoulder. Dillon’s hips bucked as Rainerio kissed away the pain.

Dillon’s ankles dug into solid, muscular flesh as Rainerio finally entered him. He gasped for air as the large cock grazed over his naughty spot and kept going. His fingers clenched and unclenched as the small bite of pain turned into the most astounding pleasure ever imaginable.

“Dillon. Hell, Dillon.” Rainerio looked as though he was begging with his eyes for Dillon to do something. They looked tortured and lust-filled at the same time. His powerful thighs inched up a little further, making Dillon’s ass raise higher.

Rainerio’s lips touched Dillon’s nipples with tantalizing possessiveness as he began to move inside of Dillon’s ass. He behaved as though he were a starved man, his lips sucking on every inch of Dillon’s body as he tried to eat him alive.

Dillon’s head thrashed from side to side, his breath coming out in rough pants as Rainerio fucked him harder. The warrior’s muscled thighs thrust him forward, making Dillon cry out with unquenchable pleasure.

“Oh god, Rainerio.” A feeling of utter closeness washed over him.

Dillon felt as though he were inside of Rainerio’s body, like they had become one.

The warrior’s head snapped back as he stared down at Dillon with widened eyes. “This can’t be.”

“What? What can’t be?”

Instead of answering him, Rainerio tried to fuck him through the mattress and into the apartment below them. Dillon was lost, wrapped up in the agonizing pleasure that seemed to take over his mind, body, and soul.

Never in his life had he felt such crippling hedonism. He was taken from that room and shot straight to heaven where Rainerio was making him wish this could last forever.

Rainerio hitched his thighs up further, hitting his naughty spot on every damn stroke. Dillon pulled at his wrists, trying to free them so he could dig his fingers into Rainerio’s honed muscles.

He arched his back and cried out as his cock exploded onto Rainerio’s chest. The warrior slammed his mouth on Dillon’s as his hips jack-hammered into Dillon’s ass.

Dillon felt like he was free-falling. He was in a place of pure bliss as Rainerio showed how masterfully he could take Dillon. The warrior practically balled his body around Dillon’s as he shouted into Dillon’s neck, his hot seed filling Dillon’s channel.

Dillon pulled in ragged gulps of air as their sweaty bodies lay entwined. Rainerio hugged him tighter, burying his face into Dillon’s hair as he inhaled deeply.

He knew Rainerio would take him to another world, and that was where Dillon felt like he was at right now. He finally had the big bad warrior in his bed.

“I can’t.” Rainerio shook his head as if fighting something. Dillon didn’t understand what was going on. They had just shared the best sex on the planet.

“Can’t what?”

Rainerio shook his head as he held on to Dillon, his flagging cock still buried deep inside of him.

All kinds of possibilities ran through his mind as Rainerio’s breathing started to even out. He allowed Rainerio to pull him to his chest as the warrior rolled to his side and held on to Dillon.

The warrior was fighting some kind of internal battle. Dillon could see it in his eyes as he glanced up at him.

He wanted to help, but didn’t know what to do since Rainerio wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. Dillon knew that asking wasn’t going to produce any answers. The large man had proven that theory time and again.

“Promise me you’ll keep yourself safe.”

Of all the things he expected to hear after mind-altering sex, that wasn’t one of them. Dillon nodded his head as he stared up at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. “I promise.”

Rainerio tucked Dillon’s head under his chin as they fell asleep.

Dillon blinked, feeling as though he had just closed his eyes mere seconds ago. But that couldn’t be true. Some time must have passed because when he opened his eyes, he was alone.

Rainerio had left him.

Dillon was pissed as hell. It had been a full week, and Rainerio still hadn’t shown his face. He sat at one of the tables in Jake’s, his chin resting in his hands as he used his lunch hour like he had done all week, watching the door for Rainerio to show his cowardly face.

He wasn’t the fuck ’em and leave ’em type and didn’t appreciate Rainerio playing him that way. Dillon felt used. If he judged Rainerio by his actions, all he wanted was some booty. What a bastard.

“He’ll show up,” Peter tried to reassure Dillon.

“I appreciate the support, but I’m done with chasing after him. If this is how he treats his conquests, then I have nothing else to say to him.” Dillon could feel himself growing angrier by the minute, and then it fizzled out. Rainerio had made it perfectly clear time and again that he didn’t want Dillon.

He needed to accept that fact and let it go. At first he had grown worried when he couldn’t find the demon warrior after their night of blissful lovemaking, but everyone assured him that Rainerio was fine.