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The cuts they’d given one another had healed over quickly thanks to the power thrumming in their blood, so there was no evidence of what they’d done.
“I have information,” Wren cut into their conversation. “Do you want it or not?”
“That depends,” Odin draped an arm over Hunter’s shoulders, “if you were truly waiting for me, why bother my Huntsman?”
“We’re old friends too if you recall.”
“You are not,” Odin corrected firmly, gaze instantly darkening at the mere suggestion.
Hunter tilted his head and pretended to consider it. “He was always very kind to me when he came to visit you.”
“Is that so?” He leaned in to press his mouth against Hunter’s eye, lowering his voice so that Wren couldn’t hear him. “You said I wasn’t kind to you before, but him you recall differently? You’ll pay for that later, Huntsman.”
He had no idea what came over him, but there was something thrilling about getting under Snow’s skin and seeing him jealous, so before he could think better, he replied, “I’m busy later, actually. Wren and I have plan—”
Odin’s mouth crashed onto his, tongue prying his lips open so he could invade in quick, possessive motions. He consumed him, right there in the middle of the hallway, for everyone, including his friend, to witness. His arms wrapped around Hunter, keeping him in place as he kissed him until their lips were red and swollen and their breathing was labored between them.
“Mine, Hunter,” he growled, pulling away just enough to get the words out. “Say it.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed slightly, bristling, but…Who cared if he was being told to publicly acknowledge he’d given into Odin. That much was already obvious. Still…
He lifted onto his toes to nip at Odin’s lips, hard enough to cause a sting and then smirked triumphantly before confirming, “Yours. I’m yours.”
“And I’m about to throw up,” Wren stated.
“Then wisely keep your distance next time.” Odin sent him a warning look and then seemed satisfied his point had been made. He motioned to the two of them to follow him and turned to head down a different hallway.
“I was going to get a drink,” Hunter complained, but he followed, curiosity getting the better of him. He hadn’t been invited anywhere by Snow outside of the bedroom yet, even though he’d been walking around the club for a while now.
“I’ll get you one,” Odin promised, leading them to his office located on the second floor.
It was a large space with two couches that faced each other, and a coffee table set between them. His desk was massive and well organized, the fireplace in the corner already a blaze. Thick velvet curtains had been drawn back, showcasing a fantastic view of the strip, and Hunter went over to one, glancing down at street lights and the groups of people as they made their way through Liaand Norra.
He didn’t know how long he stood there watching, but when someone tapped his shoulder, he pulled his eyes off the crowd and turned to find Odin holding out a glass half filled with amber liquor.
He accepted without a word, sipping at it lightly as he rested back against the window ledge to focus on the happenings within the room instead.
Odin set a hand next to Hunter’s hip and leaned in, voice dropping into a silky purr, seemingly unconcerned by the fact they weren’t alone and his friend was currently seated on one of the couches shamelessly observing them. “See something you like, Huntsman?”
“And if I did?” He turned his eyes onto Odin challengingly. He’d been given a longer leash since their mating, but he hadn’t been unchained completely.
Odin sighed. “Things have been going so well for us, don’t spoil it now.”
“What? Does the truth hurt?”
His hand fisted on the windowsill. “Do you want to leave, Huntsman?”
“Yes,” he replied without skipping a beat, but shifted closer so that his side was pressed against Odin’s arm. “With you.”
That answer seemed to catch the other man off guard, and for a second all Odin did was blink down at him. “Really?”
“I’m not suicidal.” Hunter pulled away in one swift move, going to the couch opposite Wren and plopping down into the center. “I go out there alone and the Frost Brumal will tear me apart. No thank you.” He lifted his glass to Odin, who remained by the window. “I’ll take my chances with you. The odds seem better.”
“Either you lied about him being stubborn,” Wren said then, “or something has changed between the two of you.”
Odin was quiet, watching Hunter for a long spell before he exhaled and addressed his friend. “Your reason for coming, Wren?”
Hunter didn’t move away when Snow came over and sat down next to him, draping an arm over the back of the couch in a clear possessive gesture. He almost shivered even, anticipation growing in his gut. He’d caught that glint in Odin’s eye just now before he’d broken their staring contest.
