by Maggie Walsh
Legion thrust his thigh between Oberon’s legs and pressed it tight against his sac, making him cry out again as his hips thrust faster.
“Come on, boy, fight me. Go ahead, I love it. Fight me all you want, but I will force you to swallow my cock. I’ll take you to one of the booths and make you sit on my cock and ride me right here for all to see. Make you do so many naughty things to me and for me. Yes, oh shit, baby. That’s what you want the most, isn’t it? Yeah, you want me to take you. Force you to take what I give. Force you to submit to my every will. Keep your hands right there, boy,” Legion commanded, then released Oberon’s wrists and Oberon left his hands where they were. Why? Oberon could move now, but something inside him wouldn’t listen to his brain. He could fight and push Legion away, but his hands stayed where they were. Where Legion commanded they stay.
Legion wrapped his free hand around Oberon’s throat and squeezed, not enough to choke him or harm him, but enough pressure to get his attention and amp up his desire. “Yeah, there it is. My slut wanting his Master to force him. You want me to control you, tie you up and take you. I’ll put rings in your tits and one in the tip of your cock. Maybe even a guiche in your perineum. We’ll attach a leash to the one in the tip of your cock and I’ll lead you around by your dick. Fuck, your cock is so hard and making a mess of my pants, boy. Should I spank you for messing up my jeans? Yeah, I think you’d like that. You want to come so bad, you’re shaking.” Legion leaned in and captured Oberon’s lips in a brutal kiss, forcing his tongue down Oberon’s throat, and he melted against the wall and the intense man.
Oberon shook and cried as he let Legion plunder his mouth. He wanted Legion to fuck him so badly that he was ready to rip his pants off, bend over and pull his cheeks open, offering his ass up for whatever Legion wanted. As quickly as Legion claimed his mouth—and there was no mistaking that it was a claiming—he released him. Oberon panted, breathless as he continued to fuck himself against Legion’s thick thigh.
Legion leaned in and Oberon could feel his hot breath against his ear. “Come!” Legion commanded, and Oberon lost all control. Instantly his cock throbbed and he shot his load into his pants, bucking and shaking against Legion. As Oberon opened his mouth to scream his release, Legion plunged his tongue into Oberon’s mouth again, claiming his passion.
Oberon slumped against the wall, breathless, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute, and he was... satisfied. The dark need inside him, the ache, was no longer there. Oberon felt calm for the first time in years. The hand on his ass pulled him closer as Legion released his lips. Slowly Oberon opened his eyes and gazed into Legion’s gorgeous cerulean-blue eyes and his breath caught from the heat he saw there.
“You’re mine now, boy and don’t you forget it. I’ll give you a few days to get your head on straight and accept that you belong to me now, but make no mistake, baby, you’re mine and I’ll be coming for you.” With that, Legion kissed him hard again before releasing him fully, then turned and walked out the door.
Panting and afraid, Oberon slid to the floor as tears began to roll down his cheeks. Gods why was he so fucked up? Why did he want what Legion had to offer? Why couldn’t he be normal? What was he going to do?
CHAPTER 3
Legion
Legion had the big, beautiful man right where he wanted him, and Oberon was gorgeous in his submission. Even though Oberon fought him, once Legion got under his skin with the dirty talk, the fight went right out of him. Oh, he could see the struggle in the man's eyes, but Oberon had given him control. The large vampire had more than enough strength to push him away and force him to stop, but he hadn’t. Oberon craved to be taken, to be forced, but Legion could also see that it caused him great stress and wondered why. It was obvious Oberon was a submissive and even loved being dominated, but he was fighting some kind of demon. Legion didn’t want to push him too hard and cause Oberon any kind of pain, even emotional pain, but he knew the only way to get Oberon to drop his walls was to take control.
In the moment he had Oberon pressed between his body and the wall, Legion had known Oberon belonged to him. Now he just needed to get the man and his boys together in one room, so they could see if they were true mates. Something inside him insisted that even if Oberon wasn’t the one who would bind them together, Legion was keeping him. He knew right in his bones, in his soul, that Oberon was meant to be with them. He might not be the one to bring them all together, but he was one of them. Once he claimed Oberon as his own, then the four of them could continue to search for their other mate, but, hopefully, he would be the one to pull them all together.
Legion opened the front door and stepped in, shaking the snow from his coat before he slipped it off and hung it on the hook, then slid his boots off and left them on the mat. He heard a soft moan and smiled as he turned to head into the living room.
Taavi lay stretched out on the couch, naked, his head back against the armrest, eyes closed, and mouth open, with Sauli, also naked, on his knees between Taavi’s spread legs, giving Taavi a blow job as his cute little ass wiggled in the air. Yes, he was the Master in this house and of their relationship, but that didn’t mean he didn’t let his boys play with each other. They loved one another as much as he loved them, and needed to show that love sometimes. Legion would never deny them that connection. It was one of the things that brought them closer together.
Legion quietly made his way over to his big recliner and sat, while he kept his gaze on his boys. He loved watching them together as much as he loved making love to them. Sauli’s head bobbed faster and faster and from the way Taavi was moaning, Legion knew Sauli was sucking Taavi hard and deep. He loved both his boys’ lips around him, but Sauli was a cock slut and loved to suck cock. He also didn’t have a gag reflex which made things even more pleasurable.
Taavi’s hands flew down to Sauli’s head, gripping his hair tight as Taavi threw his head back and thrust up into Sauli, screaming out his release.
Legion reached down to rub his own hard cock as he watched Sauli lick Taavi clean, then kissed his way up Taavi’s body and planted a kiss on his lips. The whole time Taavi kept his hands in Sauli’s hair. Once they broke the kiss, Taavi opened his eyes and smiled at Sauli, then his head quickly turned in Legion’s direction, his eyes full of surprises.
“Master!” Taavi yelled happily, as the surprise slipped from his eyes and filled with happiness.
Sauli immediately turned his head and looked at him, his eyes shining with his love as well. “Master, how long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see my boys loving on each other. That was beautiful, baby boys. Is there room on that couch for me?”
Both boys quickly scrambled as they made room for him between them. Legion chuckled as he stood up and went to the couch, then dropped down onto the cushions. Both his boys cuddled into his side and he gave them each a quick kiss.
“Master, you smell like…” Taavi started, but then stopped to sniff him. He watched as both boys started smelling him. Making their way down his body, they finally came to his thigh where he had the remnants of Oberon’s release now dried on his pants.
Sauli gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, and Legion could see tears starting to form. He quickly pulled Sauli tight against him. “Sssh, baby boy. It’s not what you think. You know I would never cheat on my men.”
“Th-then what is that, Master?” Taavi asked quietly, his bottom lip quivering.
“That is Oberon’s release. I found him in the bathroom at the pub, and he was looking so good and smelled so amazing that I just couldn’t help myself. He’s the one, boys. I know he is. His scent calls to me. When I had him trapped against the wall as he thrust against my thigh, my wolf was going crazy. He wanted out. He wanted to fuck the vampire and claim him. He’s ours, boys, I just know it.”
Taavi and Sauli both gasped as their eyes filled with happiness. “Do you really think he’s the one that will bring us all together?” Taavi asked, while at the same time Sauli
asked, “Do you really think he’s our mate?”
Legion hugged them both close, then kissed each of their heads. “I don’t know if he’s the one that will bind us all and let us be able to really claim one another, but I do know he belongs with us. My wolf only ever made his own desires known when I first met each of you, and now every time we’re together, so it has to mean Oberon’s supposed to be here.”
“So when can we meet him, Master?” Sauli asked, excited as he jumped around on the couch beside Legion making happy noises.
Legion laughed. “I told him I would give him a few days to think, but then I would be coming for him. So, hopefully, by this time next week, we’ll all be together.”
“Oh, Master, I can’t wait!” Taavi squealed.
“Do you think he’ll like us, Legion?” Sauli asked, his voice soft and unsure.
Legion looked to his little man and kissed his cheek. “Of course he’s going to love you. He’s going to love you both. Who wouldn’t? You and Taavi are the most beautiful men in the world and so loving and giving. He would be crazy not to fall head over heels in love with you. Just like I did.” Legion kissed his head, then Taavi’s, as both boys cuddled into his sides and rested their heads on his chest.
He sighed happily, loving the feel of his boys against him as visions of Oberon joining them filled his thoughts.
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Oberon
Oberon walked into the house, still stunned over his encounter with Legion earlier. Once he was able to get himself up off the floor, he had been so filled with guilt and shame that he slipped out the back door of the pub. Oberon just couldn’t face anyone. He knew if Fane looked at him, his friend would know something was wrong. Then there was the fact that he had a large wet spot on the front of his jeans at his groin, and all these paranormals would be able to smell just what it was.
He had snuck out the back door, then run as fast as he could for as long as he could until his lungs burned from the cold. In his haste to run away, Oberon had forgotten his coat. He could have just gone home and would have made it back before Fane and Marlo so he could clean up, but once he was outside, all he could think about was running. He knew he was trying to run from the memories of what Legion had done to him and what his body wanted, but he also knew he couldn’t outrun his needs. He had been trying to do just that for years, but just one second in Legion’s presence and those dark needs were right there on the surface, betraying him.
Oberon made his way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, and headed to his room. He placed it on the nightstand before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once he was cleaned up and dressed in a pair of sleep pants, Oberon went back to his room, sat on the bed, and opened the beer. He took a long drink, then put the bottle on the nightstand.
Staring out the window, he watched the dancing lights of the Aurora Borealis as memories of his days in captivity ran across his mind. Why did he like being dominated so much? No, not just dominated... forced. Why was something so... wrong, such a turn on for him? And Legion had figured it out. The bastard. The cocky beta had known exactly what he wanted, what he needed. No! I don’t need it, damn it! He screamed in his head.
No, not need, conditioned. He had been conditioned to behave that way. That fucking polar-bear shifter, Gregor, and his men had done this to him. They had forced him to submit to them over and over again, each time getting more brutal. Each time making him more aroused by what they were doing. Each time causing him to lose himself in the shame of what he had done. What he had allowed them to do to him. Which meant that he could be unconditioned. He just needed to stay away from Legion.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that boatload of lies, and when you start to drown in it, what will you do? His brain fought him.
“Shut up!” Oberon hissed, as he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled on his hair.
You know you have always loved being a bottom, but you’ve fought it because it’s what your father expected of you. You’re a power bottom and you fucking love it. Legion hit that nail right on the head. You are a cock slut. All those bears did was free your true desires, so stop fighting it. Embrace who you are and what you want.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! That’s not true. I can’t be a submissive. I’m a fucking vampire. We dominate, we don’t submit,” Oberon argued with himself.
Images from earlier, in the bathroom, trapped by Legion streamed through his head and Oberon’s cock began to fill. Legion had seen him. He had seen right into his mind and his most hidden desires. Legion saw his darkness and wanted it. Demanded Oberon give in to it, but he couldn’t.
Gregor’s face came back to him and Oberon shivered as fear filled him. The polar-bear shifter had made him do so many dark things and... and…
Oberon gripped his hair tighter as he curled into himself and sobbed. He had loved it. As much as he hated it and fought them as hard as he could, he had also loved it. How could he love someone forcing him to do those things? How could he have loved when those men took him by force and basically raped him? They had tied him down to a table in the center of a room full of men in fancy suits and let them all sample him, and Oberon had fought them all as best he could, but deep down he had loved it. He loved being used by all those men. He loved being fucked and forced to suck their cocks as they shoved them down his throat. He loved knowing that as he was being used all the other men in the room were watching. He had felt so humiliated but all it had done was make his cock harder and needier.
Many times Gregor had paraded him around on a leash. He had Oberon crawl around on his hands and knees, completely nude, with a gag in his mouth and a collar around his throat, and forced Oberon to pleasure his customers, and, Gods save him, he had loved it. He had fucking loved it!
That’s because you already wanted everything they made you do, long before Gregor even came into your life. You already craved it all and you know it. Remember Andre? The vampire who was a business associate of your fathers that came to stay in your home for a few weeks while they worked on their merger? He knew exactly what you were the moment he laid eyes on you. He was the one who opened your eyes to all the dark things life had to offer. He was the first to dominate a young twenty-year-old man who was confused by wanting to submit to a lover. He was the one who set you free to accept everything you yearned for. He was the one who started you down this sexual path of what you truly want. What you need.
It was your father who beat you over and over again to get you to conform to his wishes. Father was the one who had walked in and discovered you and Andre together, while Andre had you gagged and tied to his cross as he fucked you, after he had whipped you. That was the start of your shame.
“He was right. Father was right. Vampires are the hunter, not the prey,” Oberon argued.
That’s bullshit and you know it! Your father sent you to some kind of sick, twisted version of a conversion therapy camp, to beat the submissive out of you and force you to be what he wanted you to be. Father was the one who was ashamed of having a son who was submissive. He was the one who was very vocal in your birth nest, about how no vampire male was a man unless they dominated over others. That’s why you ran. Remember? It was after spending six months in that horrible place as they pounded it into your head that being submissive was wrong for a vampire, especially one of your size, and how you were supposed to be the dominant one in a relationship. They tortured you and your father allowed it. He said it was for your own good, but it was too much. They damn near killed you, so you ran. A year later you met Fane and found someone who you could finally trust. Even with your dark desires. Fane knows. He understands and has never looked down on you for it, or tried to change you. Fane has told you so many times that there is nothing wrong with you or what you want, what you desire, but you still let that asshole, and those people who tried to destroy you, rule your life.
“But, Gregor... he”
He set you free! Was what he did to you wrong? Hel
l yes! Was him capturing you and forcing you to train as a submissive so he could sell you on the black market wrong? Yes! But in the end, he set you free. That’s why you fought him so hard, because he reminded you of your father and that camp, but your true desires can’t be extinguished. Legion can set you free again. He can give you what you want, what you crave, what you need. Stop running from who you are and embrace it! Finally, live the life you have always wanted, and be proud of yourself. Look around you! You can do that with these wolves. Look at how they live their lives. Look at how accepting they are to everyone's differences and desires. This is where you are meant to be, so that you can finally claim your life. The life you have always dreamed of and probably more.
“O, is everything okay?” Fane asked, his voice so close Oberon could almost feel his heat.
He jerked from his thoughts and looked to his friend. Fane stood beside his bed, his brows furrowed and eyes showing his concern. Once their gazes met, Fane’s eyes became even more concerned and sadness entered them. “Shit, man, is it that again?” Fane asked softly.
Oberon knew exactly what Fane was asking, and in that moment, he didn’t have the energy to fight it or lie. He was so tired. His mind, body, and soul were just too exhausted to care anymore. He stared at Fane through tear-filled eyes and nodded. Accepting and acknowledging what Fane was talking about. He was at that point again where he needed his release, but he couldn’t just slip off to Chicago this time to get his fix.
Fane slid onto the bed and sat beside him, then wrapped an arm over his shoulders and pulled Oberon close. Oberon melted into his best friend’s embrace, loving the affection and care. Needing it desperately. He thanked the gods all the time for bringing Fane into his life, but he was never more grateful to have Fane there for him than he was now. Whenever he finally hit his boiling point, Fane was the one who helped him arrange his trip to Chicago and kept tabs on him until Oberon was ready to go home, then Fane would watch him close and be there for him in the weeks after when he went through his drop. It was like when you went through an adrenaline drop and felt extremely emotional, and had a hard time controlling it. Fane was always right there to help him through it.
