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“Oh well,” Odin gave a disappointed sigh, the sarcasm in the sound obvious, “looks like you’ve run out of time.” He shoved the man off of him, not even bothering to watch as the body tumbled back and hit the ground.

He left the man where he was, confident that he hadn’t killed him but nearly knocked him out. He wasn’t in the business of killing off customers, but this threat was big enough to get the point across.

Let the Huntsman take it as a warning.

“Is he even still breathing?” Hunter asked.

“Do you care?” Odin countered, snorting when Hunter pressed his mouth shut in a thin line. “Since you’re so concerned for him, how about we wake him up, and you blow him instead?”

“What?” Hunter paled.

“Corbi.” Odin motioned to her with a finger, and she took a step over to Louis or Louie.

“I’m not a whore,” Hunter growled.

“You’re whatever I want you to be, Huntsman.” Despite that comment, he leaned back and waved Corbi off a second time, waiting for her to return to her post before continuing. “Take a look around. You live in Club Cherry.”

“I don’t live here,” he snapped.

“Oh?” Odin quirked a brow. “Where do you live then?”

Hunter glanced away.

“You didn’t have a home,” he reminded, “when I found you half dead, filthy, and on the run on the other side of the planet. I brought you here, I cleaned you up—”

“That doesn’t mean you have a claim on me,” Hunter cut him off. A spark of determination flickered in his eyes, and he straightened some, though he remained on the ground. “I’m not one of your Brumal or one of your sex workers. I will never do what you want me to.”

“Is that your final answer, Huntsman?” Odin spread his thighs and stroked a hand down his impressive length, smirking when Hunter’s gaze inadvertently followed the gesture. “I can have Corbi bring me someone else, and you can sit there watching as I choke them on the cock that was meant for you. Or, you can be a good boy and come do the job yourself. Save us all the trouble.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’ve been called worse.” Odin watched the indecision in Hunter’s eyes and felt an inkling of anger pierce through his lust. He’d wanted to humiliate him, wanted to prove to Corbi that what she’d seen was all a farce, but the way Hunter was looking at him right now…

Hunter bit his bottom lip, and Odin’s hand stilled.

A knock at the door caught both of their attention, and a second later it opened to reveal Loni with a busty brunette woman.

He’d nearly forgotten he’d already sent the other twin to collect someone before he’d started.

The woman glanced around at them all before she finally noticed Odin was exposed. She let out a little gasp, but the sound was more excitement than anything. Then she was making her way over, eagerly eyeing his cock like it was a five-course meal.

She only hesitated when she registered the unconscious body not too far away.

“He didn’t know how to use his mouth,” Odin explained, waiting for her blue eyes to turn back his way before he smirked. “Do you?”

She gave a single nod of her head and then dropped down to kneel before him. The woman took him in both hands, giving him a gentle, exploratory stroke before lowering her head. Her lips were painted blood red, and Odin watched as they stretched wide around his cockhead, then slowly slipped down the length of him in one slick glide.

Her tongue pressed against him as she sucked him deep, and she fondled his balls, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

It was a million times better than whatever the hell Louis or Louie had been doing, and within a few seconds, Odin found himself getting into it.

Until he glanced up and saw Hunter.

Gone was any sign of horror or disgust, in its place was pure, undiluted lust. Hunter watched the woman’s head bob up and down on Odin’s length, riveted by the scene. His hands fisted over his thighs, but all that did was draw attention to the space between his legs.

Hunter was hard.

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