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Odin braced his forearm against the back of Hunter’s neck, ignoring his struggles as his fingers slipped into the waistband of the pajama pants and tugged.
They dropped to pool at his feet, the cold air assaulting Hunter. His resistance grew, mixed now with indignation, and he growled, trying desperately to shove off of the wall, freezing the second Odin’s hand settled on the side of his thigh.
“We could have done this the easy way,” Odin told him, his voice low and husky. He shifted back a couple of inches, still holding Hunter pinned with his arm. It was obvious that he was staring at Hunter’s ass, but it was still shocking when a second later he slapped him there.
“You look like you lost weight everywhere but here.” Odin roughly grabbed a fistful of Hunter’s right ass cheek and kneaded. “Keeping yourself plush for me, Huntsman?”
Hunter inhaled sharply. He couldn’t mean…
Odin chuckled against the curve of his ear. “Come on, you had to see this coming? What did you think I was keeping you for, exactly? You know who I am. What I do. Where you are.”
All those earlier thoughts about being forced to work in the brothel sounded easy now. Even if he was tossed there afterward, this was the worst punishment he could think of. He’d rather Odin break his bones, cut him open with a knife.
He wouldn’t really sleep with him, right?
“That day in the woods,” Odin said then, “I didn’t notice you grab the gun because I was too distracted thinking up how I could let you down easy. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he chuckled, “Isn’t that ironic?”
He’d…what? “You thought—”
“You were taking me there to confess your crush,” Odin confirmed, “yes. That’s why I went with you. Imagine my surprise, when instead of a confession of adoration, I got a gun aimed at my chest.”
“Snow.”
He pressed himself against Hunter’s back, smothering him between his hard body and the glass door. “You missed your chance, Huntsman. I was going to be kind, but you countered with deceit.”
“You were going to reject me.” That wasn’t the important part here, and yet for some reason, Hunter’s brain didn’t seem to get the message. It shouldn’t even matter what an eighteen-year-old Odin had been planning to say to a twenty-year-old, impossibly smitten Hunter.
So why did that suck to hear?
He hummed. “I’m not going to now.”
Hunter swallowed, aware of the way his chest was starting to ache from all the pressure being put on it. He needed Odin to back up so he could take a proper breath before he started to get light-headed. “And if I reject you?”
“Not an option.”
“So you’ll force me.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t hold back any of the acid from slipping into his tone.
“You never wanted this life. Isa let you out,” Odin ground his hips forward, and Hunter became painfully aware of the hard length of him when it pressed against his ass, “I’m going to drag you back in.”
“…I’ve been running like a dog all this time,” he said. “Isa didn’t let me leave. I ran.”
“Well, you didn’t do a very good job of that, did you?”
Odin wasn’t going to believe him. Hunter didn’t have any cards either, not with how the other man had set things up. If he tried to confess to his past crush now, it would seem like he was doing the very thing Odin accused him of doing. Lying about his feelings to trick him. But he couldn’t deny it either, because whether he knew it was real or not, clearly Odin had noticed the way Hunter had looked at him.
He’d thought he’d done a well enough job of concealing that, but clearly he’d been wrong. Had Frost seen it as well?
Of course. He had to have. But then why send him? Isa was too smart to take a risk like that. Why would he send someone who had an obvious thing for Odin to murder him?
No wonder Odin was so convinced Hunter had faked it.
The sound of music suddenly burst from Odin’s front pocket, and with a curse, he eased off just enough to reach in and grab his multi-slate.
It allowed Hunter space to suck in a deep breath, and he silently thanked whoever was on the other end of the line for the interruption.
“What?” Odin demanded when he answered, and whatever the other person said had him stilling. “Tell him I’m busy.” He listened and then swore. “I’ll be right there.”
Hunter squeezed his eyes shut against the swell of relief he felt as Odin finally dropped his arm and stepped away.
