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“Murdering him?” He hummed. “True. Still. If he comes to the door and tells you I ordered him to take you somewhere super secretively, what do you say?”
“Code word?” He still wasn’t sure if Odin was entirely serious about that, but…He wouldn’t put it past him. After what happened with Meg and Corbi, they’d come up with a new system to prevent anyone from being able to lie to either of them in the name of the other.
If, for some reason, they couldn’t get in touch on their multi-slates and did have to send a messenger in an emergency, they each had a specific word they would share with said messenger to pass along as well so they’d know it legitimately came from one of them. They’d yet to have to utilize it, but it was better to be prepared, especially now that Hunter was officially married to the King of the Brumal.
Isa Frost may be dead, but that didn’t mean Odin was completely free of enemies.
Odin was fully hard now, and he lifted his hips, finding his target and slipping back into Hunter before he could protest.
He moaned despite the burn, dropping his sweaty forehead to the leather couch as Odin began to rock against him, taking things easy to start with.
Like a fucking tease.
“You made it seem like you didn’t want to,” Odin said, “but look at you lifting your ass for me, Little Whisper. Your mouth likes to argue, but your hole is always so greedy for my cock.”
Hunter swore, and Odin laughed.
“Shut up.” He would have given him a warning glare over his shoulder, but he was too busy trying to keep from groaning too loudly.
The leather creaked beneath them as Odin picked up the pace.
“Huntsman?” He licked at his shoulder and then blew cool air over the wet stripe, causing Hunter to shiver.
“What?”
“I’ve got another one now.”
He frowned. “Another what?”
“Huntsman,” Odin punctuated each word with a pump of his hips, “Little Whisper. Baby.” He brought his lips to the curve of Hunter’s ear, burying himself deep and holding himself there until he had Hunter a squirming mess beneath him, desperate for some friction to go along with the stretch.
“Snow.”
“Yes,” Odin’s lips curved into a smile, “husband?”
“Oh, come on.”
Odin pressed his palms down into the cushion of the couch to brace himself better, then he pulled out to the tip and then rammed himself back in, hushing Hunter when he cried out.
“I’ve got you. You can take it, Huntsman.” He fucked him deep again. “Little whisper.” And again. “Baby.” Again, this time hard enough, Hunter’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Husband.”
“I hate you,” Hunter griped, clawing at the leather now, unable to find a good purchase.
Odin pressed a kiss to his jawline. “I love you, Hunter Thorn.”
In retaliation for the brutal fucking he was receiving, Hunter clenched his jaw shut pointedly, but that only caused Odin to laugh again.
Because they both knew the truth even if he didn’t want to say it.
Hunter loved Odin, too.
