Freeing Oberon (Tundra Wolves Book 6)

by Maggie Walsh

  Taavi talked and Oberon sat silent as the young man explained everything about their relationship with Legion, as well as their dynamic in that relationship. He then explained how Legion thought they all might belong together, and their Dominant’s theory about the whole mating thing. As Taavi spoke, Oberon kept going back to the things both Ridge and Dell had told him and Fane about the Reckoning and the Purge, and he wondered if what he was hearing was what he was suddenly thinking. Were Legion, Sauli, and Taavi his mates? Could it be possible that they all belonged together? Was he... was he the Linchpin in their grouping? Or maybe there would be another. Was this strong desire he had to give himself to Legion fully, and his desire for these two men that he had just met, because they were... true mates? Shit. As the thoughts danced around in his head, suddenly Oberon felt like they were true. Something inside him wanted it to be true, and he found himself fighting that inner voice that wanted him to run to Legion and drop to his knees, then beg the man to claim him. Claim him? What the fuck? Where the hell had that thought come from? If he was thinking about claiming, then that must mean.. .shit, Oberon was filled with the overwhelming realization that he was meant to be with these three men.

  He focused back on the conversation, when Sauli asked, “Is it the submission you have a problem with? I know it must be scary for a big man like you. Someone so fierce and strong, but submission doesn’t make you weak, Oberon.”

  The thought of Gregor and how weak he had been came rushing back to him and Oberon jumped from the bed as his breathing began to pick up. He could feel himself getting stressed and start to hyperventilate again.

  A small hand touched his chest and Oberon looked down to find Sauli standing there in front of him. Sauli gently caressed up his chest, then down again, and he was shocked to feel his panic pull back, the stress decreasing as his breathing slowed.

  Sauli smiled at him, his gorgeous green eyes twinkling happily at him. “There you are. It’s okay, Oberon. You’re safe here. I promise you’re safe with us. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re afraid of your submission and how much you like it. How much you want it. You want to submit to a Dominant, but it scares you, because you’ve never had anyone that you trust enough to give that gift to.”

  “G-gift?” Oberon hissed, confusion and disgust filling him.

  Sauli’s smile widened and he stepped in closer, their chests now touching, and Sauli slid his hand up to rest on Oberon’s shoulder. “Yes, gift. I give myself to Legion and his dominance. We don’t really have a choice in the things we like or want. It’s just part of us, like in our DNA, but we do choose what we do about it. I choose to give myself, my desires, and my submission to Legion... to give all of me to him. I choose to give him total control of my body, heart, and soul, and to share those with Taavi. I will submit to Taavi as well, but he and I are the same in our submission. We both love it. We crave it. To give ourselves over to someone fully, who we can trust to give us everything we need, to make us happy, to fulfill all our desires, no matter what they are, as well as take care of us and love us, is a gift we give to Legion and he knows that and respects it. If someone doesn’t understand that you are allowing them to dominate you, that you are gifting them with your submission, then they aren’t worth your submission or your time. A true Dominant will respect his submissive’s boundaries, while at the same time keeping them safe and pleasuring them to the fullest. I am the one who decides to let Legion do all the things to me that he does, and I love all of it. If it’s something I don’t want, then I tell my Master and he respects that. If he didn’t, then I wouldn’t be with him. As much as I love for Legion to push me to my knees and fuck my throat, if he did it against my will, I would bite his dick off... but I do love it, and I choose to allow him to dominate me, to even force me sometimes. I find it thrilling to feel like I’m being made to do naughty things sometimes, and it feeds a need inside Legion as well. Yes, it is forced, but it’s an illusion, like a game, because I love it when he does it to me... and there is nothing wrong with that.”

  Oberon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sauli wanted to be completely dominated and made to do things, too? He wanted to be forced? But then... but… “But, Gregor... he... he made me... he forced me to... and I…” Oberon whispered, then dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands as the shame, guilt and tears came.

  Suddenly he had two sets of arms wrapped around him as lips kissed his temple, his head, his shoulders, and they were so soft and gentle. Neither said a word, they just allowed him to cry as they tried to soothe him, and they did. With each tear that escaped, a touch eased the pain. With each sob, a kiss replaced the shame. With each loving, whispered word, the guilt evaporated.

  Finally, Oberon looked up at the two beautiful men who knelt on the floor with him, both crying too and he saw the truth in their eyes. They both wanted him. All of him. All his desires and demons, and suddenly the floodgates opened and he told them everything. He spoke of his childhood growing up with a cruel, Dominant father, about the camp his father forced him to go to, about Fane and their friendship, and about being captured by Gregor and how he was forced to submit to be trained as a sex slave for someone who would buy him. As the words came out, Oberon felt the weight being lifted from his shoulders, so he confessed and told them how much he loved fighting Gregor and his men, and how being forced to do what they wanted had opened up a darkness inside him and made him crave that kind of submission, how it made him feel like a freak, because he wanted it, loved it.

  When he could no longer find any more words and all his tears had dried, Taavi leaned in and gently brushed their lips together. “Maybe this is why the Gods brought you here to this pack and to us, so that you can finally be free to live the life you have always wanted and desired.”

  “What do you mean?” Oberon asked.

  “From what you have said, I think you have always had this need inside you, this desire to submit and to even be forced. As Sauli says, there is something erotic about feeling like you’re being made to do naughty things. You said that your father was very strict, and he demanded you be straight, so maybe you want it because it is a way for you to say fuck you to him. You were forced to be good to his standards, and maybe being forced in sex, to do naughty things, it helps you feel free from him. Being forced to submit to a sexual Dominant, but still knowing that you’re safe, that it is actually your choice, that you are giving that power over you to someone, can be very freeing. It has the illusion of force, but it’s not really, because you want the thrill of it and have gifted that submission to someone. Even the fight is part of the fantasy and the eroticism. To be truly forced and your choice being taken away from you is horrible and wrong on so many levels, and no one should have to endure something so cruel. But, being with a lover who understands the thrill of it and gives you that fantasy, yet at the same time protects you and allows you to live out those fantasies? It sets you free to be who you are. Finally,” Taavi explained.

  “He’s right. Whenever I have those moments when I want Legion to force me and I fight him, then finally submit to his will, is usually the times in my life when I feel overstressed or worried, and it helps me to release all that tension. By fighting my Master and being forced to submit to him, it helps me to let go of my worries and stress and gives it to him. And when it’s over, I always feel better and more relaxed. I feel free of all the weight that life throws at me. I find it one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced, and each time the world pushes me down, my Master gives me what I need to let it all go. He takes my troubles and fears away and protects me,” Sauli explained, his voice soft and filled with emotion, showing how he loved everything he was saying. His facial expression soft and his eyes filled with peace as he spoke, which had Oberon wanting that feeling so badly.

  Taavi smiled at him and added, “I think it is something you have always needed, but never knew how to express it or ask for it, because of how your father insisted you weren’t the prey but the
Dominant breed, and when that man Andre came into your life, he showed you how wonderful it could be. He allowed you to find that place, like Sauli described, where you could let go of all the stresses of the world and just be free. Then your father took that away from you and those people at that camp forced their will on you in another way. They forced you to be ashamed of what you wanted, what you desired, what made you feel, so that when someone else came along, Gregor, and he forced his will on you, but your body responded positively to it like it did with Andre, you got mixed signals. Your heart and mind became at war with one another. Your body wanted, not only the sexual release it knew it would get from it, but the freedom you always felt from letting go, but your mind saw their dominance and force as a bad thing as it did those men at the camp who tried to make you conform, but because your body liked it, you were confused and felt shame and guilt. That’s why your body still reacts that way, like when Legion forced himself on you and realized what you wanted, but your mind fought him and you became afraid. It’s okay to like it, Oberon. It’s okay to want it and allow it to happen so that you can be free again.”

  “Nobody here is going to judge you or look at you any differently, Oberon,” Sauli said, gaining his attention again. “I think Taavi is right when he says he thinks that’s why the gods led you here. Tundra Wolves are raised to be either submissive or Dominant, and there are a lot of levels in between. It’s all we know, so there is no shame or guilt in it. There is no judgement. It is who we are. Here, you can walk down the street calling Legion ‘Master’ or drop to your knees in the pub and suck his cock and no one will even bat an eye. No one will say, ‘hey, look at that big guy submitting, there must be something wrong with him.’ To Tundra Wolves, this is our lifestyle, not just something we’ve stumbled into one day when we got older. It’s not a lifestyle we choose like humans choose BDSM. This is who we are.”

  “You’ve seen others around the pack since you’ve been here, I’m sure,” Taavi continued. “People fucking in the streets, giving blow jobs in the grocery store, a threesome in the bar, and have you ever seen or heard anyone make a disparaging comment, or look at them as if they were doing something they shouldn’t be doing? Hell, I don’t know how many times I have gone to the pub and found Alex all bound up and gagged while one of his men bent him over the pool table, lifted his kilt and took his ass right there for anyone to see. In the Tundra-Wolf world, it is an honor to be fucked in public. It shows others that you’re taken and belong to someone, that no one is allowed to touch you but your Dominant or your men. Look at Lysander and his men. Those six go at it all over the pack. In twos, threes, fours. Doesn’t matter how many, or which of them are involved. They all belong to one another, and no one else better touch any of them. And the rest of the pack respects that. They also see public sex as an honor and they all dream of finding that person to belong to who will claim them in front of the pack someday and show their ownership.”

  “But it’s not an ownership like that evil bear wanted to force onto you. It’s not slavery or a sexual slave like the life they wanted to force on you. It’s an ownership of each other. Even though you are the submissive one, it still shows the pack that you own that Dominant just as much as he owns you, because you gifted him with your submission and if you hadn’t, then he wouldn’t be dominating you at that moment. It shows everyone that you belong to each other,” Sauli added.

  Oberon moved his legs, crossing them so that he was more comfortable as he let their words roll through his head. While Taavi and Sauli spoke, Oberon had given them his complete attention and heard every word they said. Normally when Fane tried to talk to him about these things he always had an internal fight inside him between his head and his heart which was very distracting and honestly made him miss some of what Fane was saying at times, but this time that didn’t happen. He was fully engrossed by each of them as they spoke and had let every word soak in. Could this really be it? Could this mean as Taavi suggested and the Gods led him here where he could finally be free and live in peace and find love with that person who was right for him? Or in this case three someones. Could he hope that big?

  He looked to each of them, smiled, then asked, “Do you think we’re mates? You said that Legion had said he thought so, but do you really think it’s true?”

  Sauli surprised him as he moved and climbed onto Oberon’s lap and straddled him, then wrapped his arms around Oberon’s neck and smiled. “Yes. I always believed in what Legion said, and I had hoped that he was right and you were the one even before we met you, but now that we have met, I really hope it’s true and I believe it is. I pray to the gods that you’re the one, Oberon, because I really like you. I think you’re beautiful and special. I think you’re a wonderful man, and I want to get to know you more. I believe you’re supposed to be with us. That you’re meant to be with us, because the gods made us all for each other. They say that the gods make true mates to be perfect for one another, and from everything you’ve said, I feel it deep inside me that it’s true and that you are ours and we are yours.”

  Taavi moved in close and pressed his chest to Oberon’s back and wrapped his arms around his chest. “I agree with Sauli. I really think that you’re ours, Oberon, and that we’re yours. All of us, even Legion. We all belong together. The gods made us perfect for one another, which means every part of us, even our submissive and Dominant sides are perfectly matched, as well as our desires and fantasies.”

  Oberon placed a tender kiss on Sauli’s lips, then turned his head and did the same to Taavi as he smiled. When he pulled back he released a contented sigh and it felt so good. For the first time in, he didn’t know how many years, forty or so, he felt lighter. “I agree with both of you. I can feel it. There is something here that connects us, and for the first time in my life, I don’t have the desire to run from it,” he confessed.

  “I’m glad to hear you all say that,” Fane said from the doorway. They all turned to look at him and found Fane smiling bright, his eyes full of happiness. “Dell called. He wants to see all of you in his office at the Alpha House right now.”

  Oberon gasped, but didn’t feel any stress, just hope and peace. He had a feeling he knew exactly why the Alpha wanted to see them. Dell wanted to see for himself if he, Taavi, Sauli, and Legion were mates, and if so, his three men were about to learn what was really going on in their world.

  CHAPTER 6

  Legion

  Legion had been right in the middle of pounding away on a long sword that would be the last to complete a big order he had from a distributor in California. He was sweaty, tired, hot, and annoyed when the phone rang and his apprentice, Gallo, had called to him telling him the Alpha wanted to see him at his house right away.

  He knew he could have told Gallo to inform Dell that he was right in the middle of crafting a sword, and was at a critical stage and couldn’t stop, but he would be there as soon as he finished, and that would have been okay with Dell, but Legion’s mind had been all over the place today and he wasn’t really focused. The sword he had been working on was for shit anyway, and he knew he had to start over again.

  For days he had tried to hunt Oberon down, but the man was nowhere to be found, and Legion was getting antsy. He wanted his other boy and he wanted him now. There was no doubt whatsoever in his mind that Oberon belonged to him and his men, but the damn vampire kept running from him. As much as Legion just wanted to find Oberon and drag him home by his long, sexy white hair, he knew he couldn’t. He had seen real fear in Oberon’s eyes that night in the pub, and the more Legion thought about it, the more he realized it wasn’t what he was doing, well, not him personally, but something that Oberon was running from in his past, maybe. He could see Oberon’s demons in his eyes, and Legion knew he couldn’t just expect Oberon to fall at his feet. Their coming together wouldn’t be so seamless like when he had found Taavi and Sauli. No, this time, he would have to show patience and understanding, but he had to actually find the man before he could do that. />
  After tossing the sword down on his workbench, Legion told Gallo to start shutting things down for him while he was gone and to then go home. There was no way he was going to be able to get any more work done today anyway. He quickly washed up the best he could, then threw some clean clothes on and his outerwear and headed out into the cold.

  Now he stood on the alpha’s front porch, waiting for someone to answer the door. It only took a minute before the door opened and Jude stood there smiling at him like he had a secret. Legion had no idea what the man was so damn happy about, but he wasn’t in the mood to start anything. As good as he was as a fighter, Legion knew Jude would wipe the floor with him if he did.

  “Thanks for coming right away,” Jude said as he opened the door wider and motioned for Legion to come in. Once he was in, he immediately stripped out of his winter coat and boots and placed them by the front door. “I hope Dell’s call didn’t interrupt one of your creations,” Jude said, waiting for him.

  “No, it’s good. The piece I was working on wasn’t going very well and I was ready to toss it when Gallo gave me the message. So what’s up?” He asked as he faced Jude.

  “Follow me and I’ll take you to our fearless leader. He’s in the middle of a piece today and is in his studio,” Jude explained, as he led Legion through the kitchen and out the side door that took them directly to Dell’s large studio where he did all his paintings.

  When they stepped into the room, Legion had to hold back a laugh from the sight before him. His Alpha was one of the hottest men he had ever seen and one of the biggest, but Dell also had the biggest heart and truly loved everyone in the pack, including his surly ass.

  Dell stood on the other side of the large space, his back to Legion, as he faced a rather large canvas. Dell wore only a pair of black linen pants that were tied around his waist, but were baggy in the legs and looked like they were actually too big for him. He had the pant legs rolled up to mid-calf and wore no shoes. He also wore no shirt and had his long hair tied up at the back of his head in a man bun. The cloth tarp that was spread out on the floor under him was covered in all kinds of paint splatter and Dell stood there staring at the blank canvas as he shook his ass to the loud music that filled the room.