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Hunter didn’t seem to notice or care about his confusion, lost to the same pull of arousal that Odin was. He lifted his legs, locking them around Odin, and used his heel to press against him, forcing him back inside with another moan.
“Bleed me,” he repeated. “Odin, do it.”
He was into many things, but… “This may come as a surprise to you, but I don’t get off on delivering pain in the bedroom.”
He shook his head almost frantically. “Not pain. That’s not what I’m asking for.”
“Then what—”
Impatient, Hunter grabbed Odin’s hand and took his thumb. He brought it to the same spot on the side of his neck that Odin’s lips had just been, and then he nicked himself with Odin’s fingernail.
“What the hell—” Odin didn’t get a chance to finish. The wound wasn’t big, with barely a single drop of blood welling, but in the next instant, Hunter cupped the back of his head and forced him down so that his mouth latched right over the injury.
The sharp tang of blood exploded on his tongue, gross at first before another flavor quickly followed it.
Candied apple.
Odin’s brain fritzed out for a moment as he struggled to piece together what exactly it was he was feeling, but then a rush of power hit him, rolling down his entire body, warming him in the way the midday’s rays did whenever he took a catnap in the sun.
He forgot all about figuring out what was going on, sucking at Hunter’s neck for more as he started moving inside of him once again. Gone was any semblance of seduction, Odin fucked him as if in a frenzy, taking him hard and rough, only spurred on to go faster by Hunter’s pleasure-filled screams.
He hardly noticed when Hunter came, or the mess that exploded between them. He continued to take, with his cock, with his mouth, his hands roaming all over Hunter as if he could somehow discover something else to consume as well.
His own orgasm snuck up on him, and he finally tore his mouth away, growling as he emptied himself inside of Hunter, still rocking his hips to chase after every last bit of sensation he could. It seemed to go on forever, much longer than any time before with any other partner, and Odin was shaking by the end of it, barely able to hold himself up and keep from crushing the man beneath him.
All through it, Hunter stroked his sides and his back with light, intimate touches, as if he was comforting him through an ordeal and not the best orgasm of Odin’s life.
Reality seemed to hit them both at the same time.
They went still, Hunter’s hands on his sides, Odin propping himself up with the other man trapped beneath him.
His gaze traveled up slowly, locking onto Hunter’s whiskey-colored eyes. A zap of heat traveled through him again at the contact, settling deep in his belly, threatening to overflow if he didn’t access it.
Power.
He was feeling a power rush, the kind one could only feel when they absorbed it from their relatives. The ink on his body glittered even in the dark, sparkling silver like the stars in the night sky.
Shout tattoos, ink given to him by his relatives, mixed with their blood, freely given. The only way a Shout could increase their power once they’d stopped developing it on their own. The only way…
Aside from one other.
Hunter inhaled sharply, clarity finally entering his eyes, chasing away the lust-filled haze he’d obviously been a slave to only a moment prior. No doubt the reason he’d done what he’d done. The horror was forming on his face now as well, morphing his expression to one of fear and doubt.
“Whisper,” Odin said the word, and it was like a gunshot in the dead of night.
Hunter flinched but didn’t deny it.
In a mirror of his earlier move, Odin rested his hand over Hunter’s throat, tipping his head back.
Beneath him, the Huntsman trembled, tears welling in his eyes as he stared up at Odin, waiting, either too afraid to fight or aware that it was already too late to bother.
Hunter was a Whisper.
“My Whisper,” Odin said firmly, possessively.
Then he captured his mouth and kissed him with the ferocity of all of the heat swirling inside of him. He pushed it forward, filling Hunter up with it until his skin prickled with power and he came alive beneath him like a tiny inferno.
The sound of Hunter’s moans had his cock lengthening all over again, hardening while still inside of him so that Hunter threw his head back against the pillow and cried out.
