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Defiantly, Hunter started humping against the pillow, small movements at first so that they’d go unnoticed. He halted as soon as those fingers dug warningly into his flesh, even though it took all of his willpower to do so, his dick having practically soaked the pillow already.
“Trying to make your punishment later worse?” Odin enquired, relaxing his hold on Hunter’s ass when he got a shake of the head in answer. “I’ll make you a deal. Tell me, Huntsman.”
Hunter frowned into the bedsheet. “Tell you what?”
“That one thing you still haven’t said.”
He still wasn’t following, and his silence must have made that apparent.
Odin draped himself over him then, so that he could bring his mouth to Hunter’s neck. He trailed open-mouth kisses there, sucking a bit harder now and again until he’d reached his ear. “Safety, security, and power. Those were the things you wanted, Hunter. I’ll provide them. But what about the thing I wanted in return?”
It took him longer than it should have to put the pieces together, but the second he had, he sucked in a shocked breath, grateful his face was still hidden and the other man couldn’t see his expression.
They’d only spoken about this once before, before Wren had managed to set the meeting with the Emperor. It was the first time they’d both laid all their cards out on the table, and Odin’s had admittedly surprised Hunter. For him, being with the Snow Dominus meant he’d have status and protection. Wealth. The promise of a comfortable life was what everyone wanted, and Hunter wasn’t special for wishing for the same.
But Snow…
“It’s okay if you still can’t say it yet,” Odin told him, pressing another light kiss to his cheek, though there was obvious disappointment in his tone he wasn’t able to mask. “I’ll still make you come, it’s just going to take a while for you to get there.”
The same way it was taking a while for Hunter to fall for him. He didn’t have to add that part for the message to ring loud and clear.
On the one hand, Hunter could always lie. But it would be a stupid thing to lie for. He might not be getting it hard the way he liked now, but this was only round one, and he knew the rough sex was coming whether he gave in here or not. This pace was torture, sure, but he’d just gotten back from literal torture, and he’d survived that just fine. In reality, he could handle this, could take being teased and forced to accept delayed gratification.
If this had happened before he’d walked out of Club Cherry, he most likely would have, but as it were…
There’d only been one thing steadily on his mind when he’d realized Meg had set him up. When he woke to find Isa Frost had him naked and strung up like meat at a butcher's.
When he’d taken blow after blow until it’d felt like the next would be the last his body could take and surely he was going to die.
Odin.
He’d thought about how guilty he felt for having left, for that video of him staring at the security camera being the last time Odin would “see” him alive. For knowing it was his fault he was in that situation and his fault he was about to put the other man in that kind of pain. The kind that only came from losing someone important.
Hunter had been on the verge of death and yet he hadn’t been worried about himself at all.
He hadn’t been able to.
All he could think of was Odin Snow, the dominating, overly possessive Dominus Hunter had been obsessed with since he was nineteen.
“Shh,” he must have mistaken Hunter’s hesitancy for anxiety, nuzzling closer even as he continued the slow in and out motion of his cock, “Don’t fret, baby. I’m not mad. I understand. You don’t have—”
“I love you,” the words were mumbled, almost inaudible within the barrier of his arms and against the sheets, but Odin froze behind him anyway. Hunter tipped his head to the side, inhaling and glancing over his shoulder to meet his gaze. “I love you.”
His brow furrowed, and he stared. “You love my dick.”
Hunter snorted. “Well, yes, and I would really like it if you would give it to me, hard, but that’s not why I’m saying it.”
Even though he’d been the one to bring it up, Odin still didn’t appear to believe him.
“Do you remember that hidden fountain in the West gardens?” Hunter asked, continuing when Odin nodded. “The hedges were always overgrown because the gardener knew he could get away with it since no one ever went that far in.” He licked his lips. “I always wanted you to fuck me there.”
Odin’s mouth parted but he didn’t speak.
“I used to fantasize about walking in, feigning curiosity,” he elaborated. “You’d find me and demand to know what I was doing but I never had a good enough answer. Then you’d bend me over the stone edge of the fountain, pull my pants down to expose me, and shove—”
He rammed his cock in as deep as it could go, turning Hunter’s words into a scream that echoed throughout the room. Keeping himself buried, he rocked against him, grinding down into his ass, the motion pressing his dick more firmly against the pillow.
Odin nipped at Hunter’s ear then, pleased when that had him jerking beneath him. “Tell me again.”
