by Maggie Walsh
Once Alex nodded, Tug grabbed a handful of his mate’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat, then leaned down and kissed him hard. The sight of the dominance had Oberon’s cock twitching and he just barely held in the groan as he thought about what Alex was experiencing right now. Gods, to openly give of yourself to a Dominant partner and not worry about what other people saw or thought must be so freeing. A small part of him was jealous of Alex, but not in a bad way. He could never be angry with the little wolf. Alex was so adorable and had become a good friend since Oberon and Fane moved to the York Pack.
Tug pulled back from the kiss, releasing Alex, and his new friend leaned forward for a moment, losing his balance, but quickly caught himself. Oberon could see the blissed out look in Alex’s eyes and his cock began to harden. Fuck! No, he didn’t want to admit what he wanted. It would only lead to bad things.
“Hey, O, how you doing, man?” Tug asked, bringing Oberon out of his thoughts.
He took a deep breath as he tried to control the heat and need building inside him. Oberon smiled at Tug and tried to be casual as he replied, “Good. How’s everything with you? I see your boy is here.” Oberon motioned with his chin in Alex’s direction.
The smile Tug gave him was filled with so much love that Oberon actually felt pain in his chest and wondered if he was having a heart attack. Tug looked back over his shoulder at Alex then turned back to face him. “Yeah, Raiden had to work late and we hate leaving Alex alone. He’s been here all day working upstairs on one of his latest books, but he’s done now and I don’t like him going home alone.”
Oberon could see the concern in Tug’s eyes as he spoke and wondered why he would be so worried about Alex, a grown man, being alone. Immediately, he got concerned and wanted to know if someone was bothering his new friend. If anyone messed with the cute little wolf, Oberon would fuck them up. That was after Alex’s two mates dealt with the asshole first, of course. “Is something wrong?”
The concern dropped from Tug’s face and he smiled as he shook his head. “No, man. It’s just, with what happened with Alex when Raiden and I first found him. Alex said he told you about that.”
“Yeah, he did. Fucking psycho. I’m glad Dell sent him away to one of those other, Southern Tundra packs.”
“Yeah, you and me both, but the other guy, Cilly, Charles is his actual name, Dell told me he’s requesting to move back here. Says he’s all better now and wants to come home. I know Timber fucked with him and placed some spells on him, but my gut says I still shouldn’t trust him,” Tug replied.
“Well, my friend, I’ve learned the hard way to always listen to that gut feeling. If the guy does come back, point him out to me and I’ll keep my eye on him. Especially when you, Raid, or Alex are around,” Oberon offered.
Tug gave him a grateful smile as he clapped a hand on Oberon’s shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. I appreciate that. So, what can I get you?”
“A whiskey, please.”
“Straight?” Tug asked, with a raised brow.
“Yup. Only thing about me that is straight. The way I like my liquor,” Oberon replied, with a laugh.
Tug chuckled as he nodded. “Coming right up.” Tug turned and headed off to get his drink. While Oberon waited, he looked around the bar and groaned again when he spotted Lysander and one of his men at a table across the room, making out like they were swallowing each other’s tongues.
“Here you go, buddy,” Tug said, and placed Oberon’s drink on the bar in front of him. Oberon handed him a twenty and waited for his change. Once Tug handed it over, Oberon left a tip, then went back to the pool table where Fane and Marlo were waiting for him.
“That took a while. Is everything okay?” Fane asked as he lined up his shot, then thrust his stick and started a new game.
“Yeah, just talking to Tug for a few. So who won the last one?” Oberon asked, as he sat on the open stool and put his glass on the side rail.
Fane straightened as he looked to Marlo with a smile. “My fabulous mate.”
“What? And I missed that? Shit. You gotta do that again, Marlo. I need to see someone beat his ass,” Oberon complained.
Marlo batted his eyelashes as he smiled. “Beating asses is my mate’s job. Especially if that ass is mine. He does it so gooood,” Marlo said, with a moan as he drew out the last word.
“Oh lord,” Oberon huffed, as he rolled his eyes and reached for his drink. “Like I don’t hear you two enough at home, I gotta hear about your sexcapades here too?”
“Better hearing about them than actually hearing them,” Fane replied, as he smiled and leaned over the table again to line up his shot.
“Very true, but when you’re horny as hell, neither is a good thing,” Oberon mumbled.
“Oh come on, Oberon, don’t tell me you haven’t had at least twenty or more of these wolves since you moved up here,” Julius said, with a smirk as he stepped out of the back hallway and joined them.
Oberon shot his ex-leader a glare. “Don’t I wish! I’m the new guy around here and an outsider to boot. Fane lucked out by finding his mate five fucking minutes after we got here.”
Fane laughed. “It wasn’t five minutes. More like an hour, hour and a half, but you’re right, I did get very lucky,” Fane said, as he slid in behind Marlo, then wrapped his arms around Marlo’s waist and kissed the side of his neck.
“Shit, they’re gonna fuck right here on the table. You better shoot fast, Julius,” Oberon bitched.
Julius laughed hard as he leaned over the table and lined up his shot.
“Is this just for New Orleanians or can anyone crash this game?” Jude asked, as he and Dell walked over.
After Julius’s shot, where he sank two balls, he looked up at the newcomers. “Come and join us. We’re all just kicking Oberon’s ass, so the more the merrier.”
Oberon gave him a dull look as he stuck up his middle finger. “Ha ha. Asshole,” he grumbled.
Julius chuckled. “Good thing you’re not part of my nest anymore, fledgling, or I may have to beat your ass another way.”
Lord would they all stop talking about beating asses? A vision of himself bent over the table as Julius spanked him flashed through Oberon’s mind and he cursed. Fuck. He needed to either strip his clothes and run out into the damn cold snow or splash some cool water on his face. Seeing as he really didn’t want to literally freeze his balls off, Oberon stood and excused himself, then headed down the back hall toward the men’s room.
After using the bathroom, Oberon washed his hands. As he leaned over the sink to splash water on his face, someone came into the bathroom and went to the urinal. He didn’t pay them any attention as he cupped more water in his hands and cooled off his face again. His cock was finally going down, so it was probably safe to go back to his friends now.
He straightened and reached for the paper towels. Someone handed him a few and Oberon took it, thanking them, then ran the paper over his face. Once he was done and opened his eyes, his gaze fell on a very sexy Legion standing right in front of him and looking at him like he was a banquet.
“Thanks,” Oberon mumbled as he gave Legion a strained smile, then threw the used towel in the trash and took a step toward the door. Legion thrust out his hand, slapping it against the wall, blocking Oberon. He stopped in his tracks and gave the man a droll look.
“Really?”
Legion smirked. “What’s your hurry? Got a date?”
“No but I’m not in the mood for this right now. Why don’t you go home to the two men you already have instead of pressing up on me?”
“I haven’t even begun to press up on you, boy,” Legion said in a deep, husky, sexy voice that sent a shiver up Oberon’s spine. Well, the voice and the word. Boy. Fuck that sounded so hot coming from the sexy man’s lips, and having it directed at him set off all of Oberon’s desires.
Before Oberon could react, Legion took a step closer, his chest pressed against Oberon’s and moved him back until his back hit the wall. He w
anted to protest, but his damn body betrayed him. His cock went from limp to rock hard the second his back hit the wall and his breathing picked up. He was getting hot and wanted so badly to drop to his knees before this man.
Legion gave him a knowing smirk, then leaned in slowly, giving him enough time to push him away, but Oberon couldn’t. His body was frozen in place, wondering what Legion would do to him and if it would feel good. Legion licked a line up the side of his neck, then moved around to the front.
“You’re just a big, fierce vampire, aren’t you, boy? A big, fierce vampire bottom, I think. Yeah, you like it don’t you?” Legion said, growling against Oberon’s throat as he licked and sucked his Adam’s apple.
Oberon placed his hands on Legion’s chest and pushed, but even he knew it was a lame attempt. Not that he really wanted to stop what Legion was doing, but he was big and fierce. Hell he was a predator. A vampire for fuck’s sake. He fucked, he didn’t get fucked. He couldn’t allow this man to get under his skin. Oberon couldn’t be a submissive. As much as he wanted to feel Legion’s large cock spread him open, Oberon had to fight the dark desires from coming forward.
He grabbed Legion’s shoulders and pushed him away, but Legion quickly grabbed both his hands and stretched them above his head, holding him there.
“You want to fight, huh? I see it now, in your eyes, you think you’re a top, but your body screams power bottom. I bet I can get you so fucking hard you’ll beg for my cock, boy. You’ll cry and drop to your knees, praying for me to take your sweet hole,” Legion said, then licked a line up his cheek from jaw to temple.
Oberon trembled, then cursed his body’s betrayal. “N-no. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he protested, still trying to break free from Legion’s hold on him, surprised at the wolf’s strength.
“Your lips say no, but your sexy body screams for my attention. You’re so fucking hard right now, I can smell you. I can smell your cum and your arousal. I can see the need in your eyes, boy. You feel this?” Legion asked, and rubbed his big, hard cock against Oberon’s thigh. “Yeah, you feel that. That’s all you, boy. You do that to me. You make me so hard I wanna ram my cock into your sweet hole and claim your ass as mine. From now on, this ass belongs to me and nobody else, boy,” Legion said, growling against his lips.
When Oberon opened his mouth to protest, Legion thrust his tongue in deep, fucking his mouth with it. Oberon’s heart began to pound in his chest and his cock throbbed. Gods, he wanted the sexy wolf, but he knew he couldn’t have him. Legion was dangerous. Oberon knew this man had the ability to take what he wanted from him, to wreck him. Legion’s dominance would rule him to the point he would crave more, but once the man got what he wanted, forced Oberon to give in to his will, then he would dump Oberon, leaving him feeling ashamed, and go back to his two men. He had to fight his body’s need and Legion. He didn’t bottom, damn it. Keep telling yourself that lie, his brain tormented him, causing Oberon to want to sob, but he held it in by clenching his teeth.
Legion clasped both his wrists in one hand and kept Oberon’s hands trapped against the wall over his head. He knew he was strong enough to break free, if he was in his right mind, but right now he was getting lost in his need. The cravings to do as this man commanded was riding him hard and Oberon couldn’t think straight.
Legion slid his other hand down Oberon’s chest and cupped his cock through his jeans. A small moan slipped from his lips and Oberon clenched his jaw tighter. Gods please help me, he thought. If Legion kept talking dirty to him, Oberon knew he would fold. He loved to be taken, forced, and dominated, but the filthy talk only made him crave more.
“Hmm, that excites you doesn’t it, boy? You want to belong to me and have me fuck you so hard. You want me to claim this ass. Maybe fuck you in front of the whole pack and let everyone know that you belong to me now. Yeah, I think I may do that. Let anyone know if they even look at what is now mine, I’ll beat the life out of them.”
“N-no,” Oberon denied weakly, panting.
Legion squeezed his cock and Oberon saw stars. “Oh yeah, boy. You're all mine. I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way your body responds to me. You’re mine already, boy. From now on you only take pleasure from my hand when I say you can have it. You’re gonna be my sexy bottom and I’m gonna fuck you, whenever and wherever the mood strikes me. Like right here, right now. How about it, boy? You want me to rip these pants off you, throw you over the sink and fuck you until you can’t walk? Fuck you until you can’t see straight. I’m going to make you scream and beg so loud and hard that everyone will hear you, and know that you belong to me now. Let them hear how much you crave my cock like a slut. You’ll beg me like a little slut, won’t you, boy? I’ll spank your ass as I fuck you, make you beg and plead. Maybe I’ll put a collar on you and parade you around on a leash.”
Oberon bucked against Legion as his cock began to leak heavily. He was sure Legion could feel the wet spot now, hear the rush of his blood flowing through his veins, and he knew the man could smell his need. Gods, help me, but he wanted what Legion was offering. He wanted the man to take him right now. To force him to his knees and fuck his throat.
Legion gave him a mischievous smirk as he chuckled and looked down. Oberon closed his eyes, wishing his cock to go down, but the damn thing had a mind of its own and longed for Legion’s touch. Legion looked back at him and their gazes locked. Legion slowly began to thrust his hips, pressing his hard cock against Oberon’s hip.
“Yeah, you like that idea. Is that it, boy? Do you want to be my pet? My boy? Do you want me to be your Master and do wicked things to you? Oh no, you want me to make you do wicked things. You swear you’re a top and don’t get fucked. You won’t submit, but your body sure wants to. Your cock is weeping for what I can do to you. I’ll make you my own personal little pet. Fill your ass with a tail so you can pretend to be a wolf. Maybe put a harness and collar on you with a leash, and make you walk on all fours. Make my puppy lick and suck my cock all day, wherever we are.”
“N-no, p-please,” Oberon whimpered.
“Please what, pet? Fuck, your cock just jumped in my hand when I called you that. Just like it did when I said you would be my own little pet. Is that what you want? Want to be my puppy? No. Hmmm, your cock didn’t respond to that. You don’t want puppy play but you want to be my pet, don’t you? Oh yeah, there it is. That big cock of yours just pulsed in my hand. You want me to collar and leash you, make you suck my cock whenever I command. You want me to Master you, and be my pet. Yes!” Legion hissed. “There it is. The truth to my words. You’re leaking like a fucking little slut who needs to get his ass pounded.”
Legion moved in closer and released Oberon’s cock, but replaced it with his body, pressing his own hard cock against Oberon’s, then reaching around between him and the wall Legion grabbed his ass, squeezing hard. Legion rubbed their groins together, humping him with their clothes on, and Oberon was having a hard time fighting the need to come. The need to give in, to submit and obey.
“Yeah, my own little pet. My very own slut who’ll bend over at the drop of a hat for me, or drop to his knees and worship my cock. Your Master's cock. You’re my boy and my pet now, Oberon. Admit it. You want what I can give you. You crave to submit to me fully. You love how I control you and talk filthy to you, proving that I’m right and you belong to me. You’re mine, boy. You’re my submissive and I am your Dominant. I can feel it, taste it. Yeah, that’s it, boy, fuck yourself against my dick. Take your pleasure from your Master.”
Legion continued his dirty talk and it turned Oberon on more than he would admit. Gods, what the man was doing to him. Oberon’s mind filled with all the images Legion described, and Oberon found he wanted them all. He wanted to be Legion’s. He wanted to be a slut for his Master. His cock ached, and he thrust his hips faster against the hard cock pressed against his.
“Yes, that’s it, boy. Take what you need, but when you’re done, I’m going to plow that sexy ass and cla
im you. I’ll rut you and breed you. Gonna fill your ass with my cum and plug you. Make you keep me inside you all day, so you remember who you belong to. Oh yeah, you fucking little slut, gonna make you my cum dump. Fuck you for hours and not let you come. Fuck you so long and hard, it’ll hurt so good. How tight are you, pet? Is your ass going to strangle me? How long has it been since you gave in to your true desires and let someone fuck this ass? It doesn’t really matter, because from now on, I’m the only one who’ll be inside you and know how fucking tight and wanton it is. Only I’ll know how much your ass craves to be filled with cock. Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a cock whore, aren’t you? You fucking crave cock, but you fight it. Why, baby? Why do you fight what you need? What you crave? No more, pet, from now on you’ll give in to all your darkest desires, and I’ll be the one to pull them out of you and fulfill them. Only my cock will ever satisfy that burning desire that’s hidden deep inside you. Mmm, you’re gonna squeeze my dick so good.”
“No,” Oberon cried out softly on a sob, but his hips kept thrusting. He couldn’t help it. Legion was everything he wanted in a Master and more. He did want to be his boy, his pet, but he knew if he accepted what he wanted, what Legion had to offer, it would destroy him. He would be shunned and cast out.
“You want it all and you know it, but you want me to take you, right? You want me to force you to submit. You don’t have to answer, boy, your body is doing it for you. You like the fight. You crave for the dominance of force. Does that ease some of that unwarranted guilt you have inside you for what you need? Is that it, boy? If you’re forced to do what I want, to take what I give you, all of it, no matter what it is, then you won’t have to live with guilt? If that’s what you need for now, baby, to get what your body needs for release, then that’s fine. We’ll play it your way...for now.”
