Page 44 of Savage King

She needn’t bother. He’d already replaced her.

“I can hear you thinking. And you’re wrong,” Odin said, his mouth moving against her ear. So caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard him moving. Now he was standing right behind her, his hardness squeezed against her back and behind. His hands on her waist held her in place so he could grind his erection into the cleft of her butt.

“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” she hissed, trying to pull away.

“Oh, I do. You think you saw me after I’d finished fucking Bonnie in one of the rooms downstairs. You thought I invited you and, when you didn’t respond, I figured I’d replace you with a willing cunt. You thought that I, a man who has wanted only you since the moment he laid eyes on you, was so easily swayed by another woman, he let her come between us.”

Yes, that’s what she thought. And she was right. She saw it with her own eyes.

“The lipstick was from when she pawed at me upstairs before you got here. I was there, by myself, and she came on to me. I admit, I’d been drinking, wallowing in the fact that my woman hadn’t come, that I was going to spend my night alone—”

“So you invited Bonnie to be your plus one and then some?” she sneered.

Odin slapped her butt cheek. Hard. Shock cascaded through her, her breath catching in disbelief. He hit her—he actually hit her…and her panties were wet.

Oh, no. Oh no, oh no.

“How dare you spank me? I’m not a child, and anyway, if anyone deserves punishment, it’s you for letting that woman get close enough to smear her lipstick on your neck and mouth. Were you really so drunk you couldn’t tell what she was doing, or are you using that as an excuse for your behavior?”

Odin growled. Twirling her around to face him, he peered down into her face with a gaze that took her breath away. He was angry, but he was also aroused. His eyes begged her to challenge him, to make him make her suffer. The need in his eyes was overwhelming.

But he’d just had Bonnie…right?

“I’d been hitting the beers with my brothers before I even got here. These things make me want to drink. I got here, grabbed a couple shots of tequila, and attempted to numb myself to the fact that the one I wanted to be with didn’t want to be with me.”

“Don’t you dare put that on me! I came. I’m here! I didn’t call you to tell you I was coming because my phone died. When you asked, I was on the fence; I didn’t know if you really wanted me here or if you asked because Trouble brought up the party in front of me and you felt obligated. And, honestly, I didn’t know if I could find something appropriate to wear…and if the party would be too much for me. After what happened that first night….”

Odin cursed, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. He kissed her hard and fast. “I’m sorry that happened to you and your friend. That isn’t that’s ever happened at a Savage Raiders’ party. Yes, there’s sex, pot, and booze, but we never let things get out of hand like they did that night. Slick was out of line, and we dealt with it. Right now, he’s on a run to Cheyenne, doing the shit job of cleaning a stock yard.” He tipped his head back and sniggered at that. “An old buddy of mine from the service owns it and asked if I knew anyone looking for work. After that shit Slick pulled, I volunteered him. He’s gone for the next two weeks.”

She fought not to smile about that, imaging the slick-mouthed little prick shoveling cow poop almost had her relaxing. But she couldn’t relax, she was still livid with Odin.

“I’m glad he got what was coming to him, but I came, I wanted to be with you despite my fears and insecurities, and the first thing I see is the lipstick smeared where only my lips should be.”

He bent and nipped at her lips, and she was thankful he’d been thoughtful enough to wipe the other woman’s lip stain off before daring to kiss her.

“You jealous, baby?” he drawled, his voice low, silky.

“You’re the one talking about claiming, I just didn’t want to feel like I was a fool, believing we were exclusive to one another.”

“We are,” he ground out. “No other motherfucker better touch what’s mine.”

She huffed, incredulous. “Doesn’t feel good, does it? Makes you want to hit something? Makes you angry? Well, how do you think I feel? I was humiliated! Trouble was right there, he brought me to you, telling me how my fears about you being in a bordello surrounded by other women were unfounded, that you were loyal and faithful, that I had nothing to worry about. Did you make your friend a liar, Odin?”

A low rumble in his chest was the first response, then the next one threw her for a loop.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded, his tone hard. His eyes gleamed with authority, making her belly flip. The Viking war god was standing before her.

“Why?” she asked before turning to look around the room. All the walls were black, the large California king bed was covered in a think velvet comforter in a deep red. The pillows were black, as was the headboard which was secured to the wall with thick metal brackets. Four long, chain-linked restraints were affixed to the headboard. Along one wall, a display of sexual toys preened. Paddles, spreaders, crops, Wartenburg wheels, and glass dildos in several lengths and thicknesses. Along another wall, a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting. Tessa had forced her to watch the Fifty Shades movies, so the room held no real surprises for her, save the fact that she was there. With Odin.

“You brought me to the BDSM room?” Was that her voice that sounded so breathless? Was she…excited?

“I figured that after what happened tonight, you would welcome a little pain.”

“Of course. Yours,” she sneered, fighting the urge to run from the room screaming. She was so far out her element she might as well have been on Mars.

“Tell you what…you lay on the bed and let me prove to you that I only want you, and afterward, if you still think I was fucking around with Bonnie and am only stringing you along, I’ll let you tie me down and call all my brothers to come see my naked ass trussed up like a turkey.”

As much as the thought of humiliating him piqued her interest, she never wanted to do to him what he did to her.

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