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“You’re too easy,” Odin drawled. “I save you once, and suddenly you’re dropping all your defenses? What happened to that guy who fought me in the bathroom?”
Right, when Hunter had still been too weak to manage to stand on his own two feet for longer than five minutes, and Odin had all but threatened to fuck him against his will. For that reason alone, Hunter should be doing a better job banking down his attraction, yet…
He felt a little bit like he was on fire. His skin was too tight, and the air in the room was too heavy.
“What happened to the guy who comforted me and chased away the cold?” Hunter snipped back, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. He should be bowing out and trying to get to the door. Odin might force things, but he might not. He’d let him get away those other times, both in the bathroom and the Room with a View.
Odin watched him for a moment before exhaling. “This isn’t why I brought you here. I just wanted to get you away from that guy out there.”
“You’re the one who gave me free rein,” Hunter reminded, only to be growled at.
“Not so you can go around sleeping with customers.”
“Why should that matter?” He was playing with fire, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Something was coming to life in his gut, something nearly impossible to ignore.
“It matters,” Odin insisted. “You aren’t allowed to hook up with anyone, understand?”
“You don’t own me.” Hunter realized his mistake too late. In the next instant, Odin was on him, twisting them and pinning him down across the bed with his hand at Hunter’s throat.
He didn’t squeeze, keeping his hold light enough to maintain control but not cause any physical pain. Odin settled over him, one leg slipping between Hunter’s thighs, his knee bumping up to force them to spread and accommodate him as he lowered down over him. He took Hunter’s right wrist and pinned it next to his head, against the black silk comforter, and motioned to the bracelet with his chin.
“I didn’t expect for you to be grateful,” he stated, “but I admit I expected more than this.”
Hunter snorted. “Because you gave me a collar and a leash? You think this will make up for what happened?”
Odin’s expression darkened. “I don’t owe you anything, Huntsman.”
“No? The Snow Dominus doesn’t do anything out of the kindness of his heart. This,” he tried shaking his wrist again but barely managed to budge it under his hold, “is your version of an apology, and we both know it. Too bad for you, it’s not enough.”
“I’m not after your forgiveness,” Odin stated, but there was a crack in his carefully crafted mask, a fissure that exposed the hesitancy in his gaze. Whether or not he’d consciously intended to apologize to Hunter with it, he clearly didn’t like the idea of Hunter not rolling with the gift and getting over what took place with Isa.
“You’re ex-step-brother and ex-lover tried to murder me,” Hunter reminded. Now that he’d seen that sliver of weakness, he wasn’t above prying it open.
Odin wasn’t the only one who’d turned cruel over the years.
Chapter 17:
He refused to feel bad about this any longer.
Odin had spent the entire week avoiding Hunter, and for what? He was the one in charge here. Had they both forgotten that fact?
“He only got the chance because you—”
Odin was done listening. He sealed his mouth over Hunter’s in a bruising kiss meant only to shut the guy up. The taste of him, however, was intoxicating, like honeyed fruit, and Odin found himself pressing more firmly against him, rubbing his thigh between Hunter’s legs until he felt the Huntsman grow hard beneath him.
Earlier, he’d considered inviting both the man and woman sitting with him to a room, but then Hunter had walked in, and that idea had flown entirely from his mind. He probably wouldn’t have been satisfied even if he’d gone through with it.
Hunter had invaded all crevices of his headspace, and Odin had been desperately seeking a way to shake him loose.
“You said you used to have a crush,” Odin pulled away slightly, still trapping Hunter in place with his solid form, forcing the more petite man to meet his gaze, “but what about now?”
“Get off.”
“Do you want me to?” Typically, this was where he’d say it in such a way it was meant as innuendo, but Odin couldn’t find it in him this time. He reached up and stroked a finger down the side of Hunter’s face, tracing the curve of his jaw. “Should I go, Huntsman?”
Hunter searched his gaze a long moment before whispering, “Or?”
Odin felt a thrill shoot through him. “Should we finally find an answer to the question both of us wondered when we were younger?” He lowered, planting an open-mouth kiss just beneath Hunter’s right ear. “How will it be,” he placed another kiss, taking his time with it, “between us?”
