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“What you’re saying is, you’re the one who’s been going around attacking my people,” Odin said, “and now you’ve drugged my Huntsman and intended to rape him, is that it?”
“I…” Po swallowed. “When you put it like that…I was only doing what you asked me to do.”
“I told you to take a look at my people so that you’d see none of them are addicted to spark,” Odin corrected. “I did not tell you to touch any of them.”
This conversation was going on forever, and Hunter wasn’t pleased about that. He wrapped his arms around Odin’s middle. “Snow, it’s starting to hurt.”
If he didn’t get relief soon, his dick might fall off. The ache was turning to one of discomfort, and he shifted, trying to adjust in his pants to no avail. Should he take them off after all? He went to remove one of his arms so he could do just that, but Odin slammed his hand over his, stopping him.
“Take him away,” he ordered the twins. “Kill him if he struggles too much. Tell Vetle to interrogate him and make sure he was alone and he’s the one we’re looking for.”
Po started screaming as the twins reached for him, but Hunter was so far past caring by this point that he didn’t bother paying attention to what was happening with the three of them.
Odin turned around then to finally face Hunter, who tipped his head back to stare up at him.
“Wow.” Had he always been this gorgeous? Hunter thought he probably had. He’d noticed before, too. There’d been a reason he’d been pretending otherwise, but…for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what that reason was.
“Close your eyes, Huntsman,” Odin said, clearly unhappy, and Hunter pouted. “Damn it, just listen to me for once.”
The second Hunter did as he was told, he was tossed into the air. He made a startled sound but clung as Odin carried him down the hall.
“Bedroom,” Hunter demanded the second they stepped into the elevator that would take them up to the living level.
“You’ve been drugged,” Odin pointed out.
“Don’t care.”
“I do.”
He snorted. “No, you don’t.” Hunter brought his mouth to the curve of Odin’s ear. “It’s okay. I know who you are.”
“Oh?” Odin still didn’t sound amused. “Who am I, Huntsman?”
He laughed. “You’re the devil.”
The elevator dinged and the doors swept open but Odin didn’t immediately get out. “You shouldn’t tempt the devil.”
“I should,” Hunter corrected, “if I ever want to finally feel what it’s like when you’re inside of me.”
He felt Odin tense around him, and for a brief moment, he feared he was going to put him down and leave him there.
But then Odin started moving, and Hunter found himself grinning against the curve of his neck like some madman.
Maybe he was.
He didn’t really know anymore.
“You’re going to regret this, Huntsman,” Odin warned in a deep, husky voice once they’d reached a black door.
Hunter pulled back enough to look at Odin’s face while he typed in the code to the keypad. He waited until he had the other guy's eyes locked on his before smirking. “Not if it’s any good, I won’t.”
Odin’s brow winged up in surprise, then he was crossing over the threshold, carrying Hunter into his room, and locking the door at their backs.
Chapter 19:
He shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong.
Odin inwardly laughed at himself as he roughly dropped Hunter onto his bed. Wrong? He was the Snow Dominus, the leader of a criminal organization. The drug currently coursing through Hunter’s veins was one of his own designs.
