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“Free? Of what exactly? If I left I’d live the rest of my life on the run, looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day you caught up with me.”
Odin’s shoulders sunk, though it was obvious he was trying hard to keep his reaction from showing. “So the only reason you wouldn’t have left is because you knew I’d come after you.”
“The only reason I wouldn’t have left,” he corrected, “is because I know you’d come after me, and I know I would hate waiting until you finally found me again. Snow,” he slipped free from his hold, and settled down onto the bed, “this may have started as you forcing me, but you aren’t forcing me now.”
Hunter pulled off his shirt and then slowly crawled backward, eyes locked on Odin’s as he moved languidly, ignoring the way some of his neglected muscles ached. He wasn’t willing to let on and give the other man reason to put an end to this before they even got started, and now that he’d been thinking about it for the better part of a half hour, his body was on fire with need.
He stopped once he was in the center of the bed, propped up on his hands, and eased his legs open invitingly.
“Tell me you want me,” Odin ordered in a low whisper, pupils dilating as he took Hunter in.
“I want you,” he obliged. “Only you.”
Odin removed his shirt and then dropped his hands to undo his jeans. Once he was naked, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Hunter’s spread thighs and capturing his lips in a swift and searing kiss.
“Lay back, baby,” he urged, fingers unsnapping the button on Hunter’s pants. He tugged them free and discarded them as well, resting his palms on Hunter’s upturned knees for a moment so he could stare down at him. His gaze lingered on the clear bandage between his shoulder and his neck and some of the lust left his eyes.
The doctor had removed the gauze before Hunter had been discharged and assured him they’d done everything they could to heal the bite and ensure there wouldn’t be a long-lasting scar. For now, there was still scar tissue, and the plastic covering had some type of formula on it that would help speed up recovery and smooth out his skin. Eventually, there’d be no sign that horrible ordeal had ever happened to him.
The same could be said for the stab to his thigh. The stitches had been removed and now there was only a faint mark. She’d said it’d be gone within a week or two. Thanks to Odin flying in the best medical technology around, Hunter was going to be able to look in the mirror and not be instantly reminded of that day.
He was going to be able to try and forget.
“Don’t think about it,” he said, waiting until he had Odin’s full attention once more. He smiled softly. “I won’t be. Just think about me, here, with you.”
“With me,” he repeated, clearly still caught up in his thoughts.
Hunter tried harder to pull him back, sitting back up to rest a hand over one of Odin’s. “This isn’t just about sex, not anymore. Maybe it never really was. Maybe we were both fooling ourselves in more ways than we realized.”
“I’ve known that for a while now,” Odin said, but that comment seemed to do the trick, and before Hunter could ask about that, he shoved him flat onto his back once more. “Stay there and be good for me.”
“What will I get in return?” This was what he needed, the teasing, the push and pull. Their usual banter to help him erase all the bullshit.
Ironic that he’d spent ten years of his life running from Odin, only for the Dominus to turn into the one thing he needed to run to in order to feel whole again.
“You remember that little alcove on the third floor at Faraway Mansion?” Odin asked instead of answering, placing the tips of his fingers at the hollow of Hunter’s throat. “With the white furs and the abundance of throw pillows?”
“The one no one ever sat in?” It took him a minute because those fingers had started making their way downward, trailing over his skin with such a light touch he had to concentrate to feel them there.
“The afternoon sunlight always hit it just right,” Odin continued, “causing the furs to glitter.”
“I’m,” he swallowed, “not following.”
“I always wanted to fuck you there.” His fingers reached Hunter’s navel, but instead of going lower, they changed direction, heading back up again at the same agonizingly slow pace. “I can’t even tell you how many times I fantasized about it. About dragging you by the nape up the stairs and down that hall, tossing you onto that cushioned bench. Sometimes I’d picture propping you up with one of the throw pillows—front, back, it varied. Other times I’d shove your face into one to muffle your screams while you took my cock.”
“Colorful.” Hunter could almost see it now though, could almost imagine being there instead of at Club Cherry, with the bed beneath the long window seat in that alcove.
Odin grabbed at one of the pillows and dragged it over, lifting Hunter’s hips so he could slide it beneath his ass.
“I always held you down,” he said, and Hunter quirked a brow.
“You aren’t holding me down now.”
“Do I have to?”
Pointedly, he set his arms at the side of his head, silently making it clear he was fine with giving up control.
Odin hummed in appreciation, his palm stroking down Hunter’s right thigh, touching as much of him as possible as he slid across his silky skin to his knee. He shifted once there, so that when he roamed back up it was on the inside, his hand traveling straight to the apex of Hunter’s trembling thighs where his stiff and weeping dick jutted, needy and begging.
