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How many times had he threatened to get the Huntsman in this exact place? And now that he actually had him here, he was hesitating because it would be wrong?
He stripped out of his shirt, tossing it to the side with little care.
Hunter was already making quick work of his own clothes, the effects of the drug making him hasty and desperate.
Odin caught his wrists when he sat up and discarded his shirt, halting his movements despite Hunter's glare. “Do you know what’s going on, Huntsman? Are you aware you’ve been drugged?”
“Magic Mirror,” Hunter nodded. “I know how it works too. I wouldn’t be so turned on right now if I wasn’t already into you.”
That was true. It wasn’t legal and was often misused by people hoping to get lucky, but it wouldn’t make a person sleep with someone they didn’t find sexually attractive.
Not that that was saying much.
Many people were attractive by beauty standards, people that might seem like a good idea in the moment. Odin wasn’t stupid, he knew what he supplied.
“We shouldn’t—”
Hunter yanked his hands free and reached for Odin’s pants, undoing them and tugging them halfway down his thighs before he could process what was happening. “Enough talking. This is what you’ve wanted from the beginning, isn’t it?”
“Remember this,” Odin said, kneeling on the bed, “tomorrow when you tell me I took advantage of you.”
“I’ll probably hate you,” Hunter told him, watching as Odin removed the last of his clothing, “I sort of hate you now. You’re the reason this happened to me, after all. You’re the reason I’m here, about to—”
Odin captured his mouth in a bruising kiss, silencing him. He didn’t want to doubt this anymore, didn’t want to give in to his better nature and pull away. Hunter had called him the devil earlier, and he wasn’t entirely wrong.
But then, Odin liked living in sin. Why stop now?
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said as he trailed his mouth down the curve of Hunter’s neck to his shoulder, “you’ll never want another person’s hands on you again. I’m going to ruin you, Huntsman.”
The same way Hunter had ruined him.
No one else was even slightly as appealing as Hunter Thorn. No one got his blood pumping or his cock hardening, or his mind racing the same way. In a short time, Hunter had wormed through Odin’s entire being and taken over.
“I should have set that man on fire,” he growled, moving lower to lick over the ridges of Hunter’s abs. They weren’t all that defined, but they were there, and he made a mental note to get him back on a training schedule. He couldn’t be a part of the Brumal with a weak body. “Right there in the middle of the hallway. I should have boiled him from the inside out and watched his skin burst and—”
“Yeah,” Hunter ran his fingers through Odin’s hair, tugging enough that it smarted, “not really the picture I want to think about at the moment.”
“I’ll kill him later,” he said absently.
“You do that. Right now, worry about me.”
“Demanding.” Odin wasn’t opposed to it, though. He nipped at one of Hunter’s nipples before closing his mouth over the rosy bud and giving a strong suck that had the other man bowing off the bed.
Odin moved up to kiss him again, tangling their tongues, growling at the lingering taste of apple coming from Hunter. Then he pulled back and grabbed his long shaft, stroking it a couple of times.
Hunter watched him touch himself with hungry eyes but was forced to lay back down when he went to lift himself onto his elbows.
“Patience, Huntsman,” Odin urged, grinning when that earned him another glare. He swirled his fingers in his juices, making sure they were nice and slick, then reached down.
The second he found Hunter’s hole, the other man widened his legs in clear invitation.
The first finger went in slowly, the squeeze almost unbearable.
“You’re so tight.” Odin worked his finger in deeper, twisting it around before slowly easing it out and trying again. “When was the last time you slept with somebody?”
“A while,” Hunter said, clutching at the bed sheets as Odin worked him open. It wasn’t long before his breaths became more harried, his exhales ending with soft moans. He let out a loud cry when Odin suddenly dropped down, taking his cock into his mouth in one quick swallow that gave him no time to prepare for the onslaught of sensation.
Odin moaned around the salty taste, pulling up off of him to swirl his tongue over Hunter’s weeping slit. He flatted against the base of him and bobbed down again, taking him deep until he felt the press of his cockhead against the back of his throat. All the while, he kept his fingers working, slipping in a second as he continued to suck Hunter off and then a third.
