Page 190 of A Whisper in the Dark

“I would never lie to you, baby.” Before Hunter could argue that, he settled his chin on his shoulder and asked, “Why did you want to come here again?”

After Odin’s confession, his didn’t seem like that big of a deal, so he didn’t bother to hide it.

“This is the first place I saw your dick.” He shrugged when Odin was silent as though he was waiting for there to be more to it than that.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

He laughed. “How romantic of you, Huntsman.”

Despite his comment about only needing a minute, experience had taught Hunter that after how many times they’d already gone, Odin was going to need at least three, which meant they had time to focus on other things that needed discussing, at least for a short while.

“Loni looked a lot better today,” he said, almost regretting bringing it up when Odin briefly tensed behind him before he got ahold of himself and relaxed again.

After what she’d experienced, it’d taken her a lot of time to get to a place where she was even somewhat back to her old self. Since it’d been too difficult for her to cope here in the club, where she’d grown up with her sister, Odin had agreed to loan her out to Wren for a bit. Both she and Mr. Sun had taken up temporary residence on the Yellow Brick Road, but Hunter had checked in frequently since they’d moved.

All three of them had attended the party and were still outside having fun.

Corbi’s funeral had taken place less than a week after her death. Odin had said a few things but had kept his composure amongst his people. The second he’d been alone with Hunter, however, he’d cried for the girl he’d helped raise and how horribly she’d been taken away from them.

“Loni is strong,” Odin told him confidently. “She’ll get through this.”

“I sent Madam Moon to Wren’s earlier to help her get ready. She told me once she liked it when she got to attend fancy events with you and dress up a bit.”

He chuckled. “Corbi always hated them.”

“They were so different.”

“Yeah.”

Odin had thrown a separate funeral for Meg as well. This one had been a lot smaller at Hunter’s behest, with just the two of them in attendance. It felt different this time, having an actual body to lay to rest, and though their last encounter had been sour, Hunter had decided not to allow that to ruin the memories he had of her growing up.

Isa Frost had already taken enough from them over the years. He refused to allow him to have anything else.

Which was also why Frost had been denied a funeral, and instead Odin had turned his body into a pile of ash in the middle of the forest and left it there for the wind to take care of. There’d be no marked grave for him.

“Let’s get back to the party,” Hunter suggested. “We can get wasted.”

“Or,” Odin drawled, “we can skip that and get right to the part where we fuck.”

Sure enough, as if summoned by the sound of the F word, Odin’s cock started to lengthen again.

Hunter’s gaze wandered to the other side of the room where he’d set his multi-slate aside when they’d entered, not wanting it to get damaged during their rough sex play. The day after he’d reassured Odin he had no intentions of running, he’d woken to find the device next to him on the pillow.

Ever since he’d felt less and less like a prisoner and more like an equal. Even the other members of the Brumal bowed their heads at him the same as they did for their Dominus.

“Thinking of calling for help?” Odin teased, nipping at Hunter’s cheek. “I’m sure Yule would be more than willing to risk his neck and storm in here like some damn knight in shining armor for you if you asked.”

He huffed. “When are you going to get over that?”

Yule was spending more and more time at Club Cherry as of late, and for some reason, Odin was convinced it was because he’d taken a liking to Hunter.

“We’re friends,” he insisted. “That’s all it is.”

“He wants to sleep with you.”

“He does not want to do that,” Hunter stated, “and you know it, otherwise you wouldn’t even be having this conversation with me. You’d be—”

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