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“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Hunter snapped.
“I can certainly see why you’d prefer to stay,” Odin glanced around again, “here.” Then he narrowed his eyes and lowered his gaze to the spot between Hunter’s curled legs. “Oh. Have you been busy all on your own? Is that it? You don’t want to leave because you’d rather rub one out?”
Hunter straightened, but Odin ignored it, moving around the bed as he continued.
“Should I cancel our other plans for the evening? We can stay in. You can show me your technique. I didn’t get to see it the last time we…played.” He planted a hand on the edge of the bed and leaned in, hooking his pointer finger into the top of Hunter’s pants.
Hunter slapped him away and then went to scramble off the bed, but Odin yanked him back and shoved him down.
In a flash, Odin settled himself over Hunter’s body, pinning him to the mattress as the other man struggled. He captured his wrists and brought them above Hunter’s head, easily keeping them there. With his other hand, he trailed his knuckles down Hunter’s side, counting the indents of his ribs in his head as he went.
“You’re practically skin and bone,” Odin said. “How you’ve managed to maintain any semblance of muscle is beyond me.”
“I’m not weak,” Hunter snapped, only to have Odin openly scoff.
“You’re hardly strong enough to hold your own against me.” He had a point, though, Odin admitted as he moved his hand between them, feeling the ridges of Hunter’s abs through the thin material of his shirt. He was lean and lithe and could probably hold his own in a fight against some lower-level gangsters if it came down to it. “How much of your past training do you remember?”
Faraway Mansion wasn’t what it’d once been. Odin wouldn’t have any control there, and, admittedly, though he’d imagined a thousand possibilities, there was no way of truly knowing how Isa would react when he saw them together.
Would he try and take Hunter back? Since Hunter was originally one of his spies, would he attempt to claim him as his own and demand Odin return him?
“Enough,” Hunter bit out, wiggling beneath him as if to try and avoid his touch.
Odin didn’t like that. Didn’t like the thought that flashed through his mind. Would Hunter be this opposed to Isa on top of him?
“Get the fuck off,” Hunter growled.
“Again?”
Hunter must have realized what he’d said, and his eyes widened a fraction.
“Should I?” He pressed his hips down pointedly, grinding himself against Hunter’s lower abdomen. He had no idea when he’d gotten hard, but something about this position and the way the Huntsman was glaring up at him had him turned on, and Odin wasn’t above using that fact against his captive.
Sure enough, Hunter instantly stilled. His cheeks were flushed and he was glaring up at Odin, but aside from the heavy rise and fall of his chest, he went stiff beneath him.
“Relax,” Odin said. “I came here to put you in clothes, not take you out of them.” He shoved himself off of Hunter, turning away to adjust his cock and grab the suit off the rack. He needed to get ahold of himself, and he needed to speed this up.
When he turned back, Hunter stood at the side of the bed. He looked better than he had when he’d initially arrived, but there were still dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess.
Odin glanced across the room at the open bathroom door, but flashes of memory from the last time the two of them were in there flickered through his mind, and he cut that line of thinking short.
He had to focus on the gala. That’s what mattered. Getting back at Isa was what mattered.
“Go shower, you’re a mess.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Do it quick, there’s no time for me to join you today. I don’t want to be late.”
Hunter hesitated but then wordlessly walked around the bed, keeping a wide berth between himself and Odin, and headed to the bathroom. He slammed the door as if he just couldn’t help himself, and then the sound of the shower being turned on a moment later trailed through the thin wood.
Confident that there was nothing he could get up to besides showering, Odin stepped into the hall and ordered Corbi to go and get one of the madams downstairs. Then he took the suit off the hanger and set it on the bed.
And stood there.
It took him longer than it should have to realize that he was waiting. For Hunter.
Odin never waited for anyone or anything, and his gaze traveled across the room to the closed bathroom door as he set his hands on his hips. If he left, it was easy to guess that Hunter wouldn’t get ready on his own. But standing here doing nothing…
A knock came at the door then, and he called out for whoever it was to enter with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.
Madam Moon entered and bowed to him, three girls trailing in behind her. They moved off to the side, sticking close to the wall silently, while she came over to Odin and leaned in to plant a soft kiss against his cheek.
