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“So then please stop teasing me and just tell me whether or not you’re going to walk out on me before—”
Hunter shut him up with a kiss, a rough and possessive one. He practically pried Odin’s mouth open with his tongue, forcing himself inside to trace the roof of his mouth. He nipped and bit at him and laved at the bites after, backing Odin up until he hit the wall hard, never once stopping the kiss.
He slammed his palm up by Odin’s shoulder a second later, pulling him out of the lust-filled daze he’d been dropped into, and he blinked at Hunter, momentarily distracted.
The whooshing of the door closing and the click of the lock setting back into place snapped him out of it.
“I love you,” Hunter said, slowly, like he was talking to an idiot. “Why would I leave and what happened to no more running? We’re mated. That’s for forever, or have you forgotten?”
“Careful, Little Whisper.”
“Or you’ll what?” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Threaten to open the door again?” He reached for the keypad a second time before Odin could reply and typed. The lock unlatched, though it didn’t open this time. “I have the code too now, remember?”
“You’ve made your point.” Odin shifted and relocked it, not wanting to risk anyone walking in on them even though he was confident Sun would have delivered his order. He grabbed Hunter by the hips and spun, walking him backward until he hit the edge of the bed and toppled down onto the mattress. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you later.”
“I know what I’m getting myself into.” Hunter grinned when Odin followed him, sliding back so that the two of them were more comfortable in the center of the bed with him flat on his back and Odin holding himself up on all fours above him. When Odin leaned down to kiss him, he slapped a palm to his chest. “Wait.”
“Why?”
“Do you want to talk about it first?”
“I was worried we were already getting dangerously close to romance, Huntsman, but if you’re willing—”
He scowled. “I mean about the fact I shot your brother.”
“Step-brother.” Odin ran his fingers through Hunter’s hair, running the silky strands between the pad of his thumb. “I’m mostly just glad I wasn’t your target this time.”
“This again? You said you forgave me.”
“It really hurt you know.” He shifted his weight so he could lift his arm and turn it. “I still have a scar from the bullet.”
“You do not.”
“I do.”
“I’ve seen you naked a million times and no, you do not.”
Odin smirked. “A million? Were you counting?”
“Snow.”
He sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it right now because I honestly don’t know how I’m feeling. Relieved mostly. Just, give me some time to process. I promise I’ll tell you once I have.”
“Okay.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Meg—”
“You’re right,” Hunter cut him off loudly, flipping their positions before Odin could figure out what he was about to do and prevent him from doing it. Once he had Odin on his back, he straddled his hips. “Maybe it wasn’t a million. We should catch up.”
He rested his hands on his Huntsman’s thighs comfortingly. “I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”
“There’s going to be a lot to talk about,” Hunter said. “With Frost dead—”
“We’ll figure out the changes as we go,” Odin promised. “Together.”
