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Overnight, Odin had gone from seemingly hating Hunter to staking a claim on him.
But it wasn’t about liking him or romance or any of that other fairytale bullshit. Odin wanted him simply because not having him meant leaving it up to chance that Isa might get a hold of Hunter instead. Having him meant getting the upper hand against his step-brother whom he’d hated with a burning passion for over a decade.
It had nothing to do with Hunter and everything to do with what Hunter was. And…he couldn’t agree to mate someone for a reason like that, right?
Hunter had to respect himself more than that. No one else was going to.
Lost in his tumbling thoughts, he almost didn’t register Odin had moved until it was too late. The Snow Dominus had practically completed circling the bed, was almost at the side Hunter was perched on.
With a start, Hunter shoved forward, climbing over the mattress and dropping to the floor with little thought to what that meant. His eyes were locked on the open bathroom, and he thought maybe if he could make it there he could slam the door shut and—
He cried out as he was roughly spun around and slammed against the wall, right next to the doorway. His head hit with a sharp thwack, but before he could process the slight pain, hands were roaming down his chest, tearing at the plain t-shirt he’d taken from the wardrobe that morning.
The material shredded easily for Odin, and the Dominus splayed his fingers across the center of Hunter’s chest possessively, trailing his palm down as he kept him pinned to the wall with that single hand. His other made quick work of the boxer briefs Hunter was wearing, tugging the material down his legs, leaving it bunched at his ankles.
Hunter tried to kick him, but Odin dropped his knees over the tops of his feet, applying enough pressure to keep him still without hurting him.
“Don’t—” His sentence turned to a gurgling mess as suddenly Odin’s mouth was on him, swallowing his flaccid cock in one swift motion. Hunter tossed his head back, crying out as he worked his tongue over and around him, the sensations quickly making him hard and achy.
Odin sucked him deep, hallowing out his cheeks and humming when his crown hit the back of his throat. When that had Hunter writhing against the wall, he picked up the pace, mercilessly sucking him into a frenzied stupor.
The sparks of sensation skittered all over Hunter’s body, and he tried to pull Odin off, grabbing a fist full of Odin’s dirty blond hair.
It had to have hurt, but the Dominus merely grunted and glared up at him warningly before a rush of heat pulsed from his lips around Hunter’s dick. He shoved his power into Hunter, filling him with that warmth as he lightly scraped his teeth over him, grazing the overly sensitive skin.
The combination of his magic and his mouth shoved Hunter over the edge, blindsiding him with the suddenness of it all. His mouth gaped open as he cried out and emptied down Odin’s throat.
Odin swallowed every drop, only pulling off when Hunter lost feeling in his legs. He scooped him into his arms and carried him into the bathroom, using his heel to slam the door shut behind them.
The bathtub was already filled, the water having automatically shut itself off some time ago, and steam wafted off the surface. The room was clouded by it, the mirror already fogged over so that Hunter barely made out his reflection as they passed it.
This wasn’t the first time Odin had brought him in here and bathed him, so when he found himself set down in the water with the other man crawling on top of him instead of settling behind like usual, that earlier panic he’d momentarily forgotten about returned full force.
The water was hot against his skin, the rim of the porcelain tub solid against his shoulder blades, but Odin was just as hot when Hunter slapped a palm against his chest in a poor attempt to stop him from settling over him.
“What are you doing?” Hunter asked, his voice thready and a bit frazzled.
Odin captured his wrist and forced it over his head against the tile of the bathroom wall, shifting onto his knees and using them to spread Hunter’s thighs so he could settle more firmly between them. “Making good on my warning.”
“What—” Right. Hunter struggled but only managed to splash water over the tub's edge before his other wrist was caught and secured.
“I told you, Huntsman,” Odin practically purred as he brought his face close to his, “every time you try and convince me to let you leave, I get anxious thinking you’re going to try and run.” He licked a line up the left curve of Hunter’s jaw, up to his ear. “What did I say I want to do to you whenever that happens?”
“Snow.” He tried to ignore the spark of anticipation that wiggled its way through the fear. Tried not to think about how his dick was growing hard all over again, or how Odin was most definitely aware of that fact as well, with how it was pressed against his lower abdomen as if silently begging for something Hunter himself didn’t want. “Please.”
Odin hummed his disapproval in his ear. “The time for begging has passed, I’m afraid. You can try again tomorrow.”
“No—”
“I said,” he interrupted, pulling back to hold Hunter’s gaze with his own as one of his hands slipped between them, “I would fuck you so hard, and so often you wouldn’t be able to walk for days, let alone run.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles down the soft inner flesh of Hunter’s thigh, the touch deceptively gentle. “That’d I’d stuff your ass with my cock and fill you with my come until your voice is so hoarse from screaming my name you won’t be able to speak either.”
Hunter shook his head, but it was already too late, and he knew it.
“When are you going to realize, Huntsman,” Odin said, “that you’re mine?”
He slammed a finger into Hunter’s hole, plowing through him in one swift motion, the façade of being gentle wholly stripped away. When he pulled out, he added a second, working them past the tight ring of resistance, ignoring Hunter’s mules of pain.
“It burns,” Hunter told him, struggling to free his bound wrists from Odin’s other hand. He squeezed his eyes shut when those fingers were scissored within him.
