AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I love you.” His eyes rolled back as Odin retreated and drove his cock back in, his thrusts aggressive and fast, the way that he needed it, that thick cockhead rubbing against that spot within him with each and every hammering in and out.
“Again,” Odin growled, settling his weight more over Hunter’s back until he was pressed into the mattress so firmly he couldn’t even wiggle his arms free if he wanted.
“I love you.”
“Again.” The bed shook in time with every plunge of his cock into Hunter’s body, and he shifted his knees to spread his legs even wider to accommodate his rapid motions.
“I love you!” Hunter shouted as he came, convulsing, trapped between Odin and the bed. The orgasm burned through him, stronger than ever before, seemingly lighting his skin on fire until he was a panting, heaving mess, and tears were pouring down his cheeks. The sparks kept crackling, even as oversensitivity began, causing him to wail as his hole continued to be pummeled.
His cries turned to sobs before he realized it, the cock still being forced in and out of his overstimulated body until he was practically a mess of goo under the Dominus. Something inside of him broke, and the tears came harder, even as he lifted his hips to welcome that throbbing cock even deeper despite the discomfort it was causing.
He wanted to make Odin feel good, the same way the other man always made him feel good, and more than that, he wanted to apologize for putting them both through the past few weeks. Hunter had blindly trusted Meg, a person he hadn’t seen in over a decade, a person he no longer knew, and it had cost them.
“Again,” Odin demanded one final time, the strain in his voice apparent.
“I love you,” Hunter said, biting down on his bottom lip and breaking the skin when he felt hot ropes of come start to bathe his insides.
Odin plugged him up and came, pulling Hunter’s face back so he could take his mouth in a brutal, bruising kiss. The second he tasted blood his body temperature raised a notch, his power flooding through the both of them.
It seemed to last forever, both the kiss and his orgasm, Hunter filled with cock on one end and greedy tongue on the other. He was exhausted and every nerve ending seemed to be extra sensitive, but when Odin gave one last light grind of his hips and then moved to pull out, he felt the loss straight to his bones.
Odin shushed him when he made a sound, pulling the soiled pillow out from under him and tossing it across the room. He rolled Hunter onto his side and then fit his body against him, front to front, wrapping his arms around him to tug him close. One of his hands rubbed down his spine soothingly as he whispered affirmations as though Hunter were a child in need of comforting.
“You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you. It’s okay. Let it out.” He rocked them lightly and tucked Hunter’s head beneath his chin.
“Snow.”
“I’ve got you.”
Hunter clung to him and gave in, the reality of what had happened finally catching up to him.
He wept for all that had been done to him. For the way Isa had touched him and abused him. For the beatings and the fear that he was going to die.
And he cried for the betrayal, for having lost his sister all over again, for still not fully knowing why.
His only family had turned on him and given him to the enemy, and yet, he wasn’t alone.
Odin held him through it all.
Chapter 10:
He’d calmed some an hour later, the warmth from the hot bath Odin had drawn for them combined with the solid body at his back helping to lull him into a state of contentment. The room was brightly lit and he felt almost weightless, the sound of popping bubbles and the steady rhythm of Odin’s chest behind him calming his nerves.
It was almost as though the horribleness of the past month hadn’t occurred.
Almost.
“Tell me, Little Whisper,” Odin nuzzled the top of his head with his chin, and Hunter grinned but didn’t open his eyes.
“I think I’ve told you enough for one day,” he drawled, only to have Snow press two fingers to his jawline, forcing his head to tip back so their eyes would meet.
He didn’t want to, wanting to keep pretending reality didn’t exist, but Hunter dutifully looked at him. What he saw almost took his breath away. But then, looking at Odin Snow tended to have that effect.
The Dominus appeared every bit the part of a king, lounging back against the edge of the tub, the sparkling white wall towering behind him. It made his hair stand out, but even the shown roots couldn’t detract from his beauty. His mouth was lifted at the corners, giving away that he found enjoyment in Hunter’s perusal, his eyes latched onto him as he waited.
Back in the bedroom, Hunter had been the impatient one, but now that the sex play was over the tables had turned.
“Tell me again,” Odin demanded, voice rich and inviting despite the insistence in his tone.
