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As Lambert began his slow ascent back to wakefulness, body loose yet somehow stiff from his night’s sleep in the wagon at Aiden’s side, the first thing that reached his awareness was an all-encompassing sense of warmth and safety. Lambert’s face was tucked tightly against Aiden’s neck, nose squashed and pressed just under the cat’s jaw, Aiden’s stubble scratching a little any time one of them shifted. Cuddled close like that, barely room to breath between them, Lambert was all but encompassed by Aiden’s comforting scent – that subtle tang of spice and leather that the redhead had come to adore so much. Even just a whiff of it had his muscles relaxing before he could stop them. 

As Lambert came to a little more, sleep leaving him sluggishly since he knew he was safe in Aiden’s arms, he began to detect other scents too – those of the Caravan outside, subtle but still no cause for alarm. In the three months he’d been wintering with the school of the cat, he’d grown used to their particular scents and quirks. Where once their presence might have made him feel on edge, now they invoked the opposite reaction. Surrounded by so many (murderous) witchers and among friends, Lambert knew no harm would come to him. 

With the worst of the winter over, their time with the Caravan was now coming to an end. Aiden had told him the day before that they probably had two or three weeks before Guxart began kicking people out and shafting people off back into the world again. Despite the hitch at the beginning of the winter, Lambert had found the season to be really quite relaxing. Joël definitely seemed to have learned his lesson, though not until a few punches had been thrown – both by Aiden and by a few others in the Caravan that seemed to have taken Lambert’s side in that clusterfuck. For the time being, at least, the bastard seemed to have gotten the message and was keeping his distance – apparently giving up in his relentless pursuit of Aiden. 

‘Good.’ Lambert thought resolutely. ‘’Cause I don’t plan on letting him go any time soon.’

The next thing the redhead became aware of, after that most satisfying thought had run through his slow, sleepy mind, was the fur thrown over his side shifting and lifting, and then a second warm body pressing in close to Lambert’s back until he was well and truly sandwiched. 

Lambert didn’t open his eyes. He knew the scent of the third person and in the last few months had become so used to it that he no longer registered the other witcher as a threat. He relaxed back into Kiyan’s chest as the other witcher squirmed and got himself comfortable, likely just returning from his night-watch shift if the scent of mud on his trousers was anything to go by. That meant dawn was approaching and it’d soon be time to get up. But for the time being, Lambert was happy to doze in what was shaping up to be a rather warm and comfortable tangle of limbs. 

Despite having wintered with the Caravan once before already, Lambert wouldn’t have been able to predict how much he’d trust Aiden’s family by the end of the season. But if there’s one thing he’d learned in the past few months, it was that while cats were unstable and emotional, they also loved so damn hard and were loyal to a fault when it came to the people they’d accepted as their own. Well and truly on the inside now, Lambert knew he had absolutely nothing to fear, not even when a cold nose pressed against the vulnerable nape of his neck – and certainly not when Kiyan began to purr. 

Likely acting completely on instinct, Aiden started up his own deep purr in response, the vibrations leaking into Lambert’s own chest in a bizarrely relaxing way. Both he and the redhead were still groggy, unlike Kiyan, and nowhere near alert to be inhibited by the usual social norms. Kiyan leant forwards and ran his cheek over Lambert’s neck, his smooth skin sliding over Lambert’s day-old stubble. Usually, only Aiden scented him like that, the gesture really quite possessive in nature, but when Lambert opened his eyes, Aiden’s expression was far from annoyed. He gazed lazily at the two of them, watching as Lambert received his brother’s attention, even smiling slightly when Kiyan bit softly on the hinge of Lambert’s jaw. 

Lambert let out a sleepy grunt, mind still a little too sluggish to try and figure out what any of that meant, no doubt the first of many such sounds if the cats caging him in had anything to say about it. Kiyan had the balls to coo at him for that, and had Lambert been more awake or a little less relaxed, he would have growled in response. 

“Sleepy puppy…” Another nuzzle at Lambert’s neck, over his pulse point and back towards his nape. “All wrapped up like a nice little treat… Aiden’s lucky to have caught a prize like you – it’s a pity there ain’t more of you around, I’d quite like one of my own… don’t think the fabled White Wolf would be a good fit, though…” Lambert huffed out a laugh at that. He couldn’t imagine Geralt behaving like that with anyone besides Jaskier, and even then it was still a hard-ask to get him to relax. “Oh well,” Kiyan continued with a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to make do – that is, if Aiden is willing to share?” The last few syllables were quiet, breathed against the shell of Lambert’s ear, Kiyan’s breath tickling his skin. 

Lambert blinked, somewhat taken off guard and now suddenly more awake as he processed the offer. Lambert could admit (though only to himself) that he’d been rather sheltered up until this point as far as outlandish fucking was concerned – by cat standards at least – but what Kiyan was implying wasn’t lost on him. He’d stumbled on others doing similar things more times than he could count, but the most he’d ever partaken in himself was fooling around with Aiden in the relative privacy of their wagon, though he was sure the others outside were no doubt listening. Yet he never once had a third party watch him while he fucked, and although Lambert was a bit skittish at the prospect, it didn’t send him running for the hills like it would have at the beginning of the season. He guessed the Caravan’s much more communal living style was to blame. 

Since the beginning of the season, Lambert knew he’d been given an open invite to the school orgy which apparently, so Aiden had told him, happened every few months. That was certainly too much for Lambert at the moment, too many eyes and too many variables out of his control, but after a few moments of deliberation, he realised he’d be more than comfortable starting out with just Kiyan. They practically lived with him already, anyway. 

Lambert blinked again and his eyes flicked over to Aiden who also looked much more awake now that the offer was on the table. His eyes were intense, searching Lambert’s own for any sign of discomfort. It was clear that Aiden was onboard, though he’d refuse if Lambert so much as flinched at the thought of it. But instead, feeling brave enough to take the leap, Lambert gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Aiden smiled, first sweetly before his eyes shifted into something a little more possessive, a feral edge there matching the usual one that Kiyan donned. 

“You make it sound like a hardship,” Lambert sighed. “Having to settle for me.” He smirked at his own comment. Though Lambert wasn’t confident when it came to his body by any stretch of the imagination, he knew when he was wanted and was slowly getting better at using that to his advantage. 

“Oh no, not at all, puppy.” Kiyan was quick to back-pedal. Something about how the pet-name rolled off had Lambert shivering – or perhaps that was due to the still close proximity of Kiyan’s lips to his ear.  “It’d be an honour to show you a good time. Been thinkin’ about your cock for weeks – ever since that time we bathed together just before midwinter. ‘M practically frothing at the mouth to get my lips around it.”

Lambert could feel the capillaries in his face swelling as they filled with blood, his skin no doubt impossibly rosy from the obscene compliment. Though he was improving, it was still often a challenge to accept such comments for what they were and not clap back with some self-deprecating joke or excuse. But Lambert knew that in this situation, they’d no doubt stop to aggressively compliment him if he gave even the slightest indication of his insecurity. And the redhead wasn’t sure he could handle that kind of attention, lest his heart explode right out of his chest. 

So instead, he took a shaky inhale and leant back against Kiyan’s chest a little more, happy to submit to the two cat’s will. A hard cock rutted against Lambert’s ass, hot even through the multiple layers that both witchers wore. He felt Kiyan’s breath hitch as he wriggled against it teasingly for a brief heartbeat. 

“Wanna make that dream a reality?”

Still trying to keep the cats as close as possible, Lambert shuffled and rolled until his back was pressed to Aiden’s chest and his own was pressed to Kiyan’s. Aiden moved fluidly to wrap his arms around Lambert’s stomach, pressing forwards and hooking his chin over the redhead’s shoulder, ensuring he had the best view possible. One of those callused hands smoothed upwards, hitching up Lambert’s sleepshirt as it went. Kiyan’s eyes were dark and dangerous in the dim wagon as he followed the movement, taking in each inch of mouth-watering, furred skin as it was revealed. 

The witcher smirked with that feral glint in his eyes that Lambert had since gotten used to – as if danger was simmering just below the surface. But Lambert knew that with Aiden there to supervise, no harm would come to him. Kiyan smirked, flashing the edge of a pointed canine and Lambert longed to run his tongue over it – wanting to know if it was just as sharp as it looked. 

Eyes fluttering shut, it was almost instinct for Lambert to lean forwards in search of Kiyan’s lips, longing to get a taste of that untamed wildness the cat exuded for himself. But to his surprise (and perhaps, slight offence) Kiyan moved away to avoid him. 

“Nuh uh…” he purred once he sensed Lambert’s confusion. “You got a pretty mouth, puppy, but I ain’t your lover. We don’t kiss.” 

Lambert blinked for a moment as he made a note of the boundary. ‘ Fair enough.’ He thought. Some people just weren’t into kissing and that was fine by him. Lambert supposed it made sense considering he and Kiyan weren’t an item – and that Lambert was dating his brother after all.

The words and tone Kiyan used were not unkind, but nevertheless, he leant forward and nudged Lambert’s face up with his nose, baring the vulnerable skin of his neck and laving it in attention to soften the blow of rejection. After a few soft kisses, Kiyan began to mouth at the redhead’s pulse point, licking as if Lambert was the sauce from a very tasty meal. 

Teeth grazed deftly over his Adam’s apple and Lambert couldn’t help but shiver as a pang of thrill and danger zinged down his spine. Of course, he didn’t view Kiyan as a threat, not really these days – in fact, he was so comfortable around the cat that he was able to sleep right until the moment that he got in bed with the two of them, where with others Lambert would have woken the moment they so much as touched the wagon.

“So, can I leave a mark on your pretty puppy?” Kiyan asked quietly. It was clear he wasn’t talking to Lambert. Another thrill raced through the redhead at how he’d asked Aiden’s permission and not Lambert’s own. He was overcome with the feeling of being owned, being wanted and used but in a good way – completely on his own terms. No matter who might have been the more dominant party, Lambert knew the real control lay with him. ‘Now I get why some people like to be insulted when they get fucked…’ Lambert thought to himself before he was distracted by Aiden humming in thought at the question posed. 

“Hmm…” Aiden petted his hands possessively over Lambert’s chest as he seemed to mull it over. All three knew what the answer would be, but where was the fun in that? Slender yet strong fingers slid teasingly around a nipple, and then up to rest over Lambert’s collar bone for a moment before they returned to rest on his stomach. Lambert couldn’t help but lean into the caress. “Just one…” 

The grin that crossed Kiyan’s face was positively feral . 

“Better make it count then,” and then those canines, which felt just as sharp as they looked, closed softly around the underside of Lambert’s jaw, just teasing for a moment before Kiyan licked over his pulse point and the underside of his chin. He purred at the stubble he found there before choosing a spot high on Lambert’s neck that would be visible no matter how high the redhead buttoned his collar, to stake his claim. The prominence of the mark was likely the point, though Lambert didn’t know if it was done so to rile Aiden up or just to show off to the other members of the caravan that he'd been allowed to share Lambert first. The wolf imagined the others would have more than a few things to say about it later. 

Kiyan licked over his chosen spot for a moment, as if weighing up his angle of attack, before diving in. The fronts of his teeth were pressed against Lambert’s delicate skin for a moment before it was sucked into Kiyan’s mouth. He bit down hard, not enough to draw blood but certainly enough for Lambert to let out a pained grunt. And then, almost like he was apologising, Kiyan licked and nuzzled over the spot again, sucking marginally more gently this time. 

With one cat pressed so close to his chest while the other was practically sown onto his back, Lambert realised he should have felt at least a little claustrophobic. The air was filled with their panting breaths, their chests almost uncomfortably hot pressed against Lambert’s skin. He was sweating almost to the point of his sleep shirt sticking to all three of them but didn’t have the capacity or inclination to care. 

But no, Lambert didn’t feel claustrophobic. If anything, he felt strangely sheltered and taken care of – as if he were some fragile maiden and not a trained monster slayer, delicate and treated with a reverence he knew he didn’t deserve. Protected on each side as he was, Lambert didn’t think he’d ever felt safer outside of Kaer Morhen. 

A gentle nip to Lambert’s earlobe had him finishing that train of thought before it turned into something too sentimental. While Kiyan attacked his neck with vigour (and it certainly felt like he was succeeding in giving Lambert one of the largest hickies he’d ever seen) Aiden’s self-satisfied hum was at his ear. Those hands which had so far been content to stay on his abdomen, watching the show, began to move, sliding up to tease and pinch at Lambert’s oh so sensitive chest. 

“You look so fucking good like this, baby boy… All laid out like a meal and being so damn good for us…” Lambert had long since stopped being embarrassed by the whimpers he let out in response. “And now I finally get to sit back and watch you take your pleasure, so damn pretty, Lambs. You know, I think I like watching you almost as much as I like making you cum myself – maybe we should do this more often.” Kiyan moaned against Lambert’s neck, evidently on board with the idea. Aiden continued with his river of filth. “What shall we let Kiyan do to you, hmm? Grind on you and get you both off like that? Shall I let him edge you just from touching those pretty little nipples of yours? Or maybe we’ll see if Kiyan is as good at sucking cock as I am, how about that?” 

From the reactions of both Kiyan and Lambert, moans so loud Guxart could probably hear them at the other end of the Caravan, the last option was the most popular. 

That addictive thrill of danger was still present at the prospect of Kiyan’s pointed teeth going anywhere near his cock, but that only seemed to turn Lambert on more. And what’s more, he found he wanted Aiden to watch them both, and wanted to give Aiden as good a show as he could. The thought gave Lambert whiplash considering his reservations only a few weeks ago. But perhaps it was the idea of being wanted, being watched on his own terms, that had Lambert knowing he was safe and settling into the scene. 

“You better not have some fuckin’ canine cock down here, Lamb-chops.” Kiyan’s voice was low as he detached himself from Lambert’s neck with a wet sound. He stayed close, running his nose repeatedly over Lambert’s collar bone, breathing in his scent as his hands strayed to the ties of the redhead’s sleep trousers. Lambert couldn’t help but snort at that. 

“You’re all safe, I promise.” Aiden hummed in agreement, watching lazily over Lambert’s shoulder as Kiyan drew back. Dark eyes flicked down Lambert’s body, turning darker still as Kiyan hooked his fingers under the waistband of Lambert’s trousers.  

They were pulled down teasingly, far too slow for Lambert’s impatient tastes. Engorged with blood, his cock sprung out with enough force to slap deftly against his stomach. Leaving the redhead’s trousers tangled around his knees for the time being, Kiyan’s moan was obscene, hands immediately wanting to touch but hesitating at the last moment, eyes flicking up to the couple’s once again, just to be sure. Aiden’s hitch of breath was clear in Lambert’s ear. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

And when Kiyan grinned at the two, dangerous and more than a little unhinged, Lambert knew he was fucked for sure.

The first touch of a burning hand against an even hotter cock had Lambert’s breath catching in his throat. Kiyan kept his eyes on the wolf, Lambert finding his gaze so transfixing and intense that it was impossible to look away. Even Aiden behind him seemed to be holding his breath. 

After one slow, tight, torturous pump of Kiyan’s fist, Lambert felt his lungs suddenly expanding. The high keen that left his throat would be a source of embarrassment for him, that was certain, but with such dexterous fingers wrapped around where he needed them the most, it was difficult to give a fuck about anything else. Behind him, Aiden moaned too at the sight, and Lambert was sure had he been standing, his legs would have melted out from under him. But secure as he was, Lambert’s muscles only trembled unsteadily, a ruddy flush already making its way down his chest as he fought to be good and stay still. 

Heartbreakingly soon, before Kiyan had so much as established a rhythm, his hand was gone. Lambert cried out and couldn’t help but cant his hips up, searching for more of that delicious friction, but Kiyan was too quick for him. He made a cooing sound, just as mocking as it was soothing, while Aiden laughed indulgently, breath whispering over the shell of his ear. 

“Oh puppy,” Kiyan’s tone held a heady mix of predatory intent and sickly sweetness. “Don’t you want my mouth on you? You won’t be disappointed I promise…”

“ Please. ” Lambert didn’t think he’d ever begged someone that quickly. Even Aiden had taken a couple of months to earn the privilege. 

“Alright then,” Kiyan relented, looking every bit the cat that got the cream (and Lambert supposed that metaphor was more accurate than usual in this situation). “You just be a good boy and keep still for me – let us take care of you…” Lambert wasn’t sure how he managed to sound so dangerous yet comforting but it didn’t seem right to question it. 

There was a dark flash in Kiyan’s eyes when he caught Lambert swallowing thickly and nodding. Behind him, Aiden rumbled in approval. The redhead’s heart was like a hummingbird in his chest as he watched the other witcher move, kicking the blankets away and beginning to shuffle down the bed, keeping his burning gaze on Lambert all the while. 

When Kiyan’s eyes finally glided down the long line of Lambert’s body, past his bunched-up sleep shirt to where his cock was jutting out unapologetically, his eyes darkened impossibly further at the sight. Kiyan hummed to himself when he became eye-level with Lambert’s cock, practically going cross eyed and purring in satisfaction before opening his mouth, wet, pink tongue peaking out. 

For a split second, one in which both Lambert and Aiden held their breaths, the wolf felt nothing but hot, humid air around his cock as Kiyan exhaled. Lambert twitched minutely at the sensation, but it paled in comparison to when the other finally got his mouth on him. 

“Ah!” Lambert knew the cry was obscenely loud, the low thrum of life outside of the wagon stilling for a moment as he no doubt got the attention of the other cat witchers. It was difficult to care about that, though, as Kiyan licked a long, wet strip from the base of Lambert’s cock, over the prominent vein running along the underside and up to the painfully sensitive glans, already ruddy and glistening.

Lambert didn’t know how to describe Kiyan’s tongue other than rough . He hadn’t had much experience with real-life cats before, but Lambert knew enough to note that the textures were comparable. Kiyan’s tongue was perhaps a little smoother, but by no accounts normal, small bumps or barbs catching on the skin of Lambert’s cock with just enough scratchiness to have him squirming. The novelty of the sensations caught him off guard, breathless and reeling with absolutely no idea how to hang onto the final thread of sanity that was slowly being pulled out from under him. 

Any reservations Lambert may have retained when it came to being loud or having a third party touch his cock went out the window as Kiyan hummed in satisfaction, finally wrapping his lips around the swollen, leaking head and pressing his tongue to the slit. He made a high sound, voice cracking around it as he grit his teeth, so overwhelmed it hurt, though Lambert knew it would hurt even more if he stopped. 

Kiyan took him in deep, watching expressions shoot across Lambert’s face like fireworks. The cat let out a satisfied sound at what he saw, evidently smug about having taken Lambert off guard as the redhead’s cock hit the back of his throat. Lambert wouldn’t begrudge him that. It was certainly a mouth to be smug about. 

Each slow bob of Kiyan’s head had Lambert writhing and whimpering, much to the satisfaction of the other two. His limbs trembled as he fought against the urge to either rut up into that warm, wet heat or flinch away from the overwhelming friction. Taking note of his wobbling lip and the glistening sheen in Lambert’s eyes had Aiden laughing lowly in his ear. 

“What a good boy you are…” Aiden’s voice was like honey and it felt as if Lambert’s very bones were shaking. “Doing so well for us, such an obedient little puppy – taking everything that we have to give… You can take a little more, can’t you? So proud of my baby slut…” 

Lambert’s answering sound, more just a short burst of syllables than anything meaningful, told the other two all they needed to know. Lambert arched his back, bearing his neck and leaning back into Aiden’s hold as if seeking reassurance. 

As Kiyan surfaced again, tongue rasping under, around and over the head of Lambert’s cock, his arms twitched hard. Instinctively, he wanted to reach down, to take Kiyan by that ridiculously good looking hair and push him down a little harder, forcing the cat to go faster. But since this development was so new, he wasn’t sure where the boundaries laid. The last thing Lambert wanted to do was ruin whatever the fuck was going on between the three of them. 

It didn’t take long for Aiden to notice Lambert’s predicament. It never did. The cat’s talent for being able to read the redhead like an open book was as frustrating as it was heart-warming.

“Just relax and let us give you what you need, baby.” Aiden’s voice was quieter, low, soft and just for Lambert. He took Lambert’s wrists each in a gentle yet firm grip, just hanging on and keeping them away from Kiyan’s head, not forcing them above his head or behind his back like he’d done on other occasions. Lambert was immensely grateful for the gesture, comforted and held in a way he couldn’t quite articulate. Having the choice taken away from him in such a way should have been anxiety-provoking but Lambert found it strangely relaxing, no longer having to worry about his own reactions or putting a foot wrong. 

Kiyan paused his ministrations for a moment, pulling back until just the head of Lambert’s cock rested between those plush lips. He gazed up at the two, eyes intense as they studied Lambert, searching for something, before flicking to Aiden. Panting and still suffering from the effects of having his brain sucked out through his cock, Lambert was too flustered to try and decipher their wordless conversation. He more than trusted that he’d enjoy whatever the outcome was. 

The redhead didn’t have long to wait, either. With a long, slow blink, Kiyan sucked him in deeply again, right until Lambert’s cock was nestled snugly in the back of his throat. Needless to say, Lambert was once again a needy, trembling mess within seconds and put up little resistance when the cat dragged clever fingers down his thigh and hefted Lambert’s leg until it was bent and resting partially on his shoulder. Although it took Lambert longer than he’d admit realising it, the position left him open and exposed to the predator behind him he’d so far neglected.

Movements smoother and with more grace than Lambert had had in perhaps his entire life, Aiden transferred both of the wolf’s wrists into a single hand, bending the arm that was wedged under Lambert’s body so his wrists were trapped snugly against his chest. Lambert shivered at the ease with which Aiden was able to control him and his breath halted as the strong fingers of Aiden’s free hand began their slow, teasing descent. 

Down Lambert’s stomach they skirted, over the bumps of his abdomen which were now covered with a healthy layer of fat from being so well taken care of all winter. Instinctively, Lambert flinched from the tickling sensation, sucking his stomach inwards as Aiden descended even lower. 

Goosebumps rose up over Lambert’s skin in their thousands as ever so lightly fingertips skirted around the base of his cock, barely disturbing the wiry hairs there and brushing over where Kiyan’s lips were taking him deeper with each bob of the head. Lambert made a desperate sound then, trembling and unsure of which cat deserved the lion share of his attention – Kiyan with his clever, barbed tongue or Aiden with those talented, long fingers. 

Lambert’s struggle only became more intense as Aiden’s hand skirted upwards, over the swell of his hip and the base of his spine. Aiden’s hitch of breath in his ear mirrored Lambert’s own as those fingers moved downwards, until they were brushing oh so gently over the tight furl of Lambert’s hole. 

“Shall I put my cock in you, baby boy?” There was that sinfully sweet tone again, Aiden’s chest practically vibrating with it. Lambert knew what his boyfriend was really asking, the unspoken question between them – ‘Is this too much?’ not needing to be uttered. As it was not only Lambert’s first time being watched but his first time getting to experience the wonders of cat mutations in their entirety, it seemed understandable that he’d want to approach things with more caution than usual. 

Understandable, yes. But not realistic. At his core, patience and caution weren’t virtues Lambert possessed. 

“Fuck me.” It was halfway between a whimper and a growl but Lambert pressed onwards regardless. “Or I’ll walk out of here and find someone who will – I know Schrödinger is up for it, don’t I?” The wolf knew bringing up Schrödinger was a low blow considering the very real jealousy Aiden felt whenever he saw his brother flirting with Lambert – but Gods damn it Lambert was desperate. He needed Aiden’s cock in him yesterday. To drive the message home, Lambert summoned the coordination to grind his ass back against Aiden’s hips, against that throbbing cock confined in sleep trousers that was pressed hard to the redhead’s lower back. The movement had Kiyan’s tongue rasping just right along his length and Lambert couldn’t help the needy whimper that bubbled up from his throat. 

Aiden growled, low and dangerous at the prospect. Though Lambert knew he was outnumbered and no doubt playing with fire, he couldn’t help the treacherous spike of arousal that flooded through him at Aiden’s possessiveness. It was nice to be wanted, alright? Sue him if that got him going. 

There were teeth at Lambert’s neck, not quite as sharp as Kiyan’s but not far off either. Another growl bubbled from the brunet as he bit down on Lambert’s shoulder, just under the existing mark left by his brother and hard enough to bruise. Both of them would be visible long into the day, Lambert was sure of it. 

“Ki,” there was an inquisitive hum and Kiyan paused, lips still wrapped around Lambert’s cock but no longer moving. Like that, Lambert was forced to become aware of just how hot the other’s mouth was – practically burning him. Witchers always did run warmer than most. “Under that jacket there’s a vial of slick, hand it to me – no, the green one, the jacket I wore yesterday – thank you.” Lambert managed not to whine when Kiyan’s tongue left him but it was a near thing and the other two knew it. 

Kiyan’s movements were fluid and purposeful, all coiled muscle and predatory intent as he pressed the vial into Aiden’s hand. Thanks were grunted but Lambert paid them little attention as Kiyan’s gaze settled on him again, slinking down to his prior position between Lambert’s legs, one of the ginger’s muscled thighs thrown over a shoulder. 

Lambert’s heart rate increased even further in anticipation of what came next. He closed his eyes in an effort to calm himself but it proved fruitless when Kiyan’s hot breath was back over his cock, forcing Lambert to twitch as he took him into his mouth once more. A whimper was punched out of the redhead, squirming a little just to feel Aiden’s fingers tighten around his wrists. He arched back into the solid, broad chest behind him but otherwise gave himself over to the attention. 

The line of Aiden’s hard cock against Lambert’s lower back was practically searing, and the wolf wasn’t surprised to find he was sweating from being in such close proximity to the other two. Everything felt bizarrely fuzzy yet sharp at the same time, the noise of the cork being popped from the bottle of slick clear and deafening to Lambert’s ears. 

A satisfied hum came from Aiden along with a sensual roll of his hips, smearing precum down Lambert’s spine. And then, with a little adjustment from Kiyan who hiked Lambert’s leg a little further up on his shoulder, there was a single slick finger running over Lambert’s entrance. 

As Lambert had told others and been told many times himself, patience and ‘going slow’ weren’t areas he excelled in. He arched his back a little further, slipping slightly from between Kiyan’s lips but fucking himself back onto the presented finger. Lambert gasped as it pressed against his rim, slick and so close to breaching him, but then Aiden was backing away, rolling with Lambert’s movement. 

“Easy puppy, there’s a lot goin’ on – don’t wanna hurt you…” Aiden drawled. He made it sound so… reasonable when all Lambert wanted to do was fight the sensual, caring pace. Accepting that he was something to be taken care of was still a challenge. 

“Aiden…” was all Lambert could think to pant out, but all three knew what he was asking for. There was a warm puff of breath close to Lambert’s ear, a squeeze to his restrained wrists and a tight swallow around Lambert’s cock before his boyfriend seemed to make up his mind. 

A quick kiss was pressed just behind Lambert’s jaw and Aiden rolled his hips once again fluidly, over the crease of Lambert’s ass and above once again. And then, then there was a glorious pressure at his hole, and the tip of a single finger breached him shallowly. 

The breath left Lambert all at once, that itch that had been plaguing him for quite a while now finally well on its way to being scratched. His eyes slipped closed from where he’d been gazing somewhat blindly down at Kiyan and his entire body sagged, almost going limp as Aiden pressed his finger in deeper. It was a slick slide, easy and smooth. Lambert had taken bigger, even in his sleep. 

Once the finger was all the way inside Lambert, squeezed tightly and snug in what should really be called its ‘rightful place’, Aiden flexed it ever so slightly. It wasn’t enough to stimulate the other’s prostate but it was more than enough to have him twitching, able to feel each and every bump of Aiden’s knuckles and those stupid little calluses the cat had acquired from the embroidery habit he’d been indulging now he had the time this season. 

Something breathy and punched-out was forced from him, turning into a pitiful kind of groan when Kiyan pulled off. 

“Fuck… You’ve been holdin’ out on me Aiden.” He licked a long, obscene stripe up Lambert’s cock, barbs making the wolf flinch away from the lightning pleasure. “If I’d known he was this fuckin’ cute I would’ve jumped him years ago – would’ve got there before you had the chance.”

The hand gripping Lambert’s wrist suddenly tightened and there was a hitch in Aiden’s breath. The brunet pressed closer, until he was practically plastered to Lambert’s back. Lambert could feel him glaring at Kiyan over his shoulder, but the younger cat was unafraid. He chuckled lightly and, keeping eye contact with Aiden, leant forwards to lap at Lambert’s heavy balls. 

Lambert gasped and twitched at the feeling, flinching, and squirming in Aiden’s hold. It was made all the more overwhelming when his boyfriend began to pump his finger in and out slowly, each callus and bump of his knuckles dragging just right along Lambert’s walls until he was practically vibrating out of his skin. 

A small rotation of Aiden’s hand and a slight curl of his finger upwards was all that was needed to find Lambert’s prostate; oversensitive to the point of pain right from the get-go. Lambert had always been more sensitive there than most and Aiden was very much looking forward to the opportunity to milk him from that alone when they finally had the time and privacy to do so. 

“Ah!” Lambert jerked and wriggled at the white-hot pleasure, unsure if he wanted more or less of the sharp sensation but failing to achieve either. Aiden laughed breathily in his ear, still pressed close, and did it again. Lambert’s heart thundered in his ears, utterly trapped with no choice but to accept he was well and truly at the other’s mercy. The prospect was addicting as it was terrifying. 

“So pretty, darling boy… let’s give Kiyan a show, hmm? Say my name and remind him of who you belong to…” That husky drawl haunted Lambert’s dreams but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Aiden…” He whined through gritted teeth, shivering as he fought to lay still, caught between Kiyan’s lapping tongue and Aiden’s sweet, sweet torture. The finger drew small, tight circles on his prostate, expertly aimed and abusing the gland to the best of his ability. 

It was impossible for Lambert not to squirm, even more so when Aiden resumed his earlier rutting against Lambert’s hip, leaking quite a bit himself too and marking the wolf’s skin with it. The redhead had no idea how Aiden seemed so cool and collected, his cock like a burning iron rod against Aiden’s back. If their positions were reversed, Lambert’s patience certainly would have worn out by now. He would have thrown Aiden down and mounted him in no time at all. 

Lambert knew he would be embarrassed later at the needy sound he made when Aiden removed his finger, though he took the momentary reprieve for what it was before a second finger was added alongside the first, slick and insistent. They pressed in slowly, carefully and avoided Lambert’s prostate as he did so, allowing the redhead a chance to relax his muscles and work to accommodate the intrusion. Though it burned as Aiden forced his hole to stretch wider, it was a good sort of hurt, the same deep pain one gets after a satisfying workout or fight. 

The first brush against Lambert’s prostate, now stronger with two fingers instead of one, had him gasping and clenching down on Aiden’s fingers tightly. Mercifully, Aiden stopped the careful press until Lambert relaxed again before repeating the motion all over again. Kiyan, though, was ruthless in his attention, tongue seemingly everywhere at once in all its rough, raspy glory. 

Despite his eyes having slipped shut, Lambert could feel eyes on him, burning into his skin until it flushed hotly. Even though having Aiden’s gaze on him made Lambert embarrassed at times, Lambert found he enjoyed the attention, even if his face and chest were the shade of a tomato because of it. 

Lambert was getting close – he knew it. Though they’d barely done anything of note yet, just a little oral and fingering, the addition of a third person and whatever the fuck was going on with Kiyan’s tongue had Lambert reeling. Though he was doing relatively little, just taking what anyone deigned to give him, the redhead was sweating and panting, shivering despite being far too hot for his own good. Aiden nuzzled into the damp curls at the nape of Lambert’s neck, breathing in his heady scent. 

“Good fuckin’ boy…” he slurred. 

“Pass me the slick?” Kiyan murmured, still so close to Lambert that his lips brushed over the other’s balls as he spoke. Lambert made a noise, half a coo and half an inquiry. Kiyan snorted and grinned up at him as Aiden released Lambert’s wrists long enough to fulfil the request. “What? Why should you get to have all the fun? Hmm? I’ve been dreaming about taking your cock for months, puppy.” 

Lambert stuttered, mouth gaping open for a moment as he tried to think of a response now that he knew what Kiyan was intending. By the sly expression on the other’s face, he knew just what effect the prospect was having. Though Lambert had been fucked before (Gods… many times) and fucked others (less often but still enough that he knew what he was doing), doing both at the same time seemed like a lot, probably too much for him to handle. But nevertheless, he wanted to try – even if it meant Lambert blew his load embarrassingly fast like some horny teenager. 

After an uneven exhale, Lambert became aware that both cats had paused their various activities, Aiden’s fingers still hot and heavy inside him while Kiyan gazed up through his lashes. They were waiting for permission, he realised – the green light to put this mouth-watering plan into action. His head jerked rapidly, almost jarring his neck in his haste to nod. 

A slow smile spread to Kiyan’s face, likely echoed by Aiden even though he was out of Lambert’s eyeline. Aiden did growl in approval, though; that throaty sound Lambert loved so much, that made Aiden sound like a wolf – like one of him . 

The slightly frantic movement of Aiden’s hips as he ground himself against Lambert’s lower back betrayed his excitement before the brunet was able to get a hold of himself. But the way he scissored his fingers to stretch Lambert out, working him up to accommodating a third, was careful and measured.

When a third finger was finally worked inside Lambert’s tight hole, his ass searing for a few long moments before adjusting, Aiden made a point to avoid his prostate. Lambert was grateful for it, legs already quaking and toes curling in an effort to stave off the inevitable. Combined with the sight Kiyan made, nuzzling at Lambert’s cock, tongue occasionally peaking out as he reached behind himself, fingers slick with lube, Lambert knew he’d never last long enough to see this through to the end. 

Aiden growled once again, lowly in Lambert’s ear. It was clear his saintly, inhuman patience was finally beginning to wane – even without the jarring thrusts as he rutted against Lambert’s back. Kiyan didn’t seem to be doing much better if the almost frantic movements of his wrist behind him were any indication. He was likely opening himself up far too quickly, Lambert not being an inconsiderable size after all, but no one could bring themselves to care. Lambert half-wished he could see the cat’s fingers as he worked them out of himself or do the task himself. But he was lacking in both patience and coordination at that moment and so grateful for the lack of responsibility. 

The redhead whimpered as Aiden spread his fingers once again, stretching Lambert to his limit and thrusting in and out a handful of times. Lambert’s eyes slipped open, though he could barely process the sights around him, so consuming were the ministrations of the other two. 

With Aiden pressed up so close behind him, wrists restrained and three fingers in his ass, Lambert could barely breathe, the task made a hundred times harder when Kiyan moaned lowly, evidently hitting that sweet spot inside himself, and wrapping his lips back around Lambert’s cock. It was too much. He’d never last! 

Lambert whimpered pitifully when Aiden removed his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself, even though he knew what was coming next would be even better. He arched his back to try and follow them but a firm hand on the meat of his hip stilled him, Aiden’s laughter tickling his neck. 

“Hold on, baby. I’m gonna give you something better.”

Still with a steady grip on Lambert’s wrists, arm hooked under the wolf and keeping them pinned to his chest, Aiden used his other hand to take himself in hand, giving himself a few quick pulls just to take the edge off. Cock steadied, he pressed forward with what was likely an unfair amount of care and consideration, right up until the head of his cock was tucked up against Lambert’s now stretched hole. 

And with a little bit of force and a tight stretch that made them both groan, Aiden thrust inside. 

The heat of it was searing, both the heat of Aiden’s cock for Lambert and the hotness of Lambert’s channel for Aiden. Neither breathed for a long while, both tense and taunt like the string of a bow just before an arrow was fired. Lambert knew the sheer bucketful of self-control Aiden must have been exerting to not simply fuck up into him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Lambert’s (admittedly short) list of virtues ran out long before patience came up. 

Lambert sighed, forcing his muscles to relax as he lent back into Aiden’s chest, attempting to fuck himself a little deeper in the process. Aiden though, as observant as ever and able to read Lambert like an open book after all these years together, clamped a hand down on the redhead’s hip before he was able to get more than a handful of centimetres further. 

“Easy, Lambs…” Aiden breathed, and then he was thrusting himself, taking the matter into his own hands – though far slower than Lambert would have liked. 

But on the upside, it gave the wolf the chance to feel each and every delicious centimetre as it pressed inside him, forcing his body to accommodate and make room in a glorious stretch, so much more than fingers could ever do. 

Seemingly taking pity on Lambert’s no doubt visibly frazzled state, already embarrassingly close to cumming and tears, Kiyan didn’t move from where his lips were wrapped around the head of Lambert’s cock. He hollowed out his cheeks as he fucked himself back on his fingers, creating a quite frankly criminal sensation that made Lambert pant like a whore . 

When the cut of Aiden’s hip bones finally met Lambert’s ass, there was a moment of stillness among the three of them. Aiden’s hand slid up Lambert’s flank from his hip to his chest, bracing itself right over Lambert’s heart in a silent command;

Breathe. 

His chest felt weird and jittery, but Lambert sucked in a breath. And then another, settling and grounding himself in his senses to stop himself from floating away. Behind him, Aiden released a scratchy purr, the rumble reverberating through Lambert’s chest and leaving him strangely content, evidently approving. 

The first roll of Aiden’s hips, arms wound tight around Lambert to give the cat full control over the pace, was gentle and testing – as was the second. Lambert bit off a whimper as Aiden started a careful pace, not wanting to overwhelm the redhead too quickly. 

Kiyan licked slowly over the glans of Lambert’s cock, enraptured by the wolf’s reactions. He twitched heavily in Kiyan’s mouth and flinched when that barbed tongue pressed to the slit, evidently favouring Lambert’s unique taste. The sharp sensation caused him to clench around Aiden, the other cat’s hips stuttering before resuming again at a faster pace. Patience may have been one of Aiden’s virtues, but even he had his limits. 

He began to fuck Lambert properly – at a pace that nearly had Lambert’s teeth rattling in his skull. A long, keening sound was forced out of him, the noise wobbling around with each sharp thrust of Aiden’s hips. 

Overwhelmed, Lambert closed his eyes and lent his head back, seeking even more contact with Aiden. The back of his skull met the cat’s forehead, Aiden’s breath coming out in harsh pants against the nape of Lambert’s neck, before he was nudging the wolf’s head forwards once again, adjusting himself too. 

Lambert’s mind was hazed and slow with pleasure. He wasn’t sure what Aiden’s intentions were until the trap had already been sprung. Nosing a little harder against the redhead’s skin was all the warning Lambert got before the sharp press of Aiden’s teeth clamped down against his nape. It was certainly hard enough to bruise, perhaps even to break the skin if Aiden jolted his hips even a fraction harder. 

Something instinctual bubbled up from Lambert’s chest, a whine leaving him at a pitch he wasn’t sure he could reach until that moment. He felt much like he imagined a pup would when they were scruffed, and Lambert’s entire body was forced to go limp in much the same way. Aiden’s resulting groan was loud, obscenely so, hips slapping harder against Lambert’s as Kiyan took his cock into the back of his throat. 

Despite having felt on the edge for some time, Lambert’s orgasm caught him completely by surprise. 

The noise he let out (one Aiden would later call a squeal) was pitchy, unmanly and wholly embarrassing for the wolf, but he couldn’t spare the extra brain capacity to give a shit. He was certain he saw the God’s, shaking and stuttering, feeling as if he were falling to pieces despite being more than secure in Aiden’s arms. He lost all control of his limbs, shuddering and tugging at his hands still caught in Aiden’s grip, body wanting to toss and turn but not quite being able to. It was only by some miracle that he didn’t knee the witcher between his legs somewhere sensitive. 

Vaguely, he heard the tell-tale noise of Kiyan gagging, the contraction on his throat as the cat swallowed his spend, the sensations only helping to carry Lambert through his orgasm and make it last that little bit longer. The matter was further compounded by Aiden as he rolled his hips in small, minute thrusts, shallow but sending sparks of sensitised pleasure up Lambert’s spine all the same. 

From outside the safety and relative privacy afforded by the wagon, Lambert had just enough awareness to hear someone groan loudly, wet sounds from multiple different sources making it into the wagon. Rather uncharacteristically, he caught himself preening at the idea of getting someone else so hot and bothered, especially by the noises Lambert was making alone. 

It was some time before the mindless pleasure subsided and Lambert was finally able to draw in a gulping, gasping breath. His eyes felt like they were rolling around in his skull and Lambert couldn’t help the rather pitiful whimper that left him when Aiden removed his teeth. 

“Good boy…” There was that rasping purr again. “Did so fucking well for us, fuckin’ beautiful…” Aiden slurred, trailing off into mindless compliments as he pressed surprisingly tender kisses to the slope of Lambert’s shoulder. He always praised Lambert after – without fail. If the redhead was honest with himself, it was the only time he was truly able to accept such compliments. The needy cavity in his chest that usually remained empty and closed ripped wide open with only Aiden able to fill it. And the cat had never once betrayed Lambert’s trust in that vulnerable, post orgasm state. 

Another whimpering bleat was forced out of him when Kiyan moved away. Lambert flinched as his cock, now starting to soften, was exposed to the cool winter air. He was distracted, though, when he caught sight of the man such a talented mouth belonged to. Kiyan’s eyes were dark, golden irises practically eclipsed, as if he’d just taken a handful of potions. His chest rose and fell quickly as he caught his breath, the tent in his breeches all too obvious. 

“You look so pretty when you cum, puppy. Will you show me again?” His voice was rough from the treatment his throat had undergone but still laced with the same predatory intent as Aiden’s. 

Lambert, to his later disgust and horror, spared a quick thought for Vesemir and his incessant warnings about the school of the cat. The old man evidently had never experienced this had he?

Lambert squeezed his eyes shut tightly and groaned as he took stock of his body and the state it was in. He couldn’t even consider going again for at least the next few minutes, body already wrecked and wrung out despite the other two not having cum at all. Despite that, Lambert knew he’d be up for it again pretty damn quickly – such was the one good thing that came with being a witcher. 

An indulgent hum came from the man behind him and Aiden pressed a quick kiss to the back of his head before leaning in close to Lambert’s ear. 

“Just say the word if it’s too much, baby – we can pick this up again another time.” 

The redhead knew Aiden would keep his word on that. But although he was wrung out and oversensitive, Lambert wanted this. Admitting defeat wasn’t in his nature and though Lambert was very much a prick, he made a point of always giving as good as he got. 

“Just… gimmie a minute…”

Kiyan moved away from his borderline-abused cock with an acknowledging sound. When Lambert looked down, he saw his flesh was pinked and even a little swollen, on the verge of being rubbed raw from Kiyan’s barbed tongue. He wouldn’t have changed it for anything in the world. 

“Such a pretty pup…” Kiyan’s whisper was almost revenant, echoed by Aiden behind him who gave a soft coo. 

Though his cock was still hard in Lambert’s ass, and no doubt aching with the need to continue fucking into him, Aiden’s hands were gentle as they soothed over Lambert’s chest, feeling his racing heartbeat and the small beads of sweat that had appeared across his abdomen. He released Lambert’s wrists for the time being, rubbing a soothing thumb over them to ensure he’d left no damage in his wake. 

“You got no fuckin’ idea how lucky I am, Lambs…” Aiden sighed. 

A little too much to bear, Lambert released a shaky breath, turning his face further into the rumpled pillow under his head. All that did though, was once again expose the tender skin of his neck for Aiden to kiss and worship as he pleased, nonsense admirations whispered against his pulse point. 

Their tenderness was almost suffocating, a bright blush spreading to Lambert’s cheeks that must have looked rather unattractive in his mind. He jerked a little when that warm, rough tongue made another appearance over the tops of Lambert’s thighs, licking oh so close to his cock and balls but mercifully staying away from where he was most sensitive for the time being. 

The cats continued in much the same way for several minutes, both their cocks hard but seeming entirely unhurried in their need, waiting to advance at the pace Lambert set. Though internally he was still reeling from the treatment, as if his very soul had been consumed, Lambert’s cock began to take interest once again. 

A testing lick from Kiyan proved to the three of them that he was far too sensitive for the other’s rough tongue, but the cat wasn’t deterred. He shuffled a little further up the mattress, small laps over Lambert’s abdomen and chest. He groaned as he mapped out the edges and groves of Lambert’s muscles, teeth scraping softly over the flesh there, just a tease of a bite. 

Lambert cried out, though, as Kiyan licked over a pebbled nipple, back arching and coincidently fucking himself back onto Aiden’s cock. The man in front smiled and did it again before suckling lightly. 

“You should get some clamps for him…” Aiden laughed at the suggestion but shook his head. 

“Not yet, I’m still talking you round, aren’t I, baby boy?” Aiden spoke directly into Lambert’s ear before giving a pointed roll of his hips. Unbidden, a low groan sprung from the wolf’s mouth. Aiden started up a fluid rhythm, just enough to pique Lambert’s arousal while not overwhelming him so soon after his last orgasm. 

Lambert groaned at the idea of nipple clamps. He already felt as if things were close to the edge of too much and couldn’t imagine what clamps would do on top of that. As ever, Aiden could read him like an open book. “Don’t you worry about that. Just focus on being a good boy for now…”

All Lambert could manage in response was a whimper. The shocky element to his pleasure was quickly fading into something more manageable, that familiar need coming back to him. 

“I think he’s ready, don’t you?” Kiyan sounded far too pleased by the prospect to mean anything good. But Aiden’s reply was indulgent. 

“Let’s give him something to cry about then, hmm?” A hand crept down over Lambert’s ribs, hooking under his chest so he was held securely to Aiden. 

“Fuck, I’ve been wantin’ this for ages…” 

And then Lambert’s world spun.

Using his grip on Lambert’s torso, Aiden rolled and took the shorter witcher with him, until Aiden was lying on his back with Lambert on his chest, both of them facing upwards. The movement unexpected and the cock in his ass being jostled, Lambert squawked and flailed about. Aiden’s grip, though, kept him relatively in place. 

After having moved past his initial panic, Lambert then took stock of the position he found himself in. Shit. Was he too heavy? He had to be obstructing Aiden’s breathing for sure. Even the shortest witcher still weighed more than the average man, all that muscle certainly came at a cost. Even with a slight height disadvantage, Lambert knew he was heavier than both cats. 

“Hey, hey, you’re good, puppy.” Aiden soothed, hands rubbing at Lambert’s flanks as one would a skittish horse. He certainly didn’t seem to be struggling to breathe. “I’m a witcher too, you know – I ain’t gonna break.” Lambert didn’t have to turn his head to see the smile on Aiden’s face. 

The steady rubbing of his sides continued, Kiyan doing something similar with his thumb over Lambert’s ankle. Several long heartbeats passed between them as Lambert settled atop Aiden’s chest and became comfortable.

“Good boy…”

With a little prompting from Kiyan, Lambert moved his legs to rest alongside Aiden’s, draped over the top of the other so he was exposed and on display to that feral, dangerous gaze. Lambert felt much like a meal about to be devoured – and it certainly looked as if Kiyan was going to try.

His eyes were almost paralysing as he pushed himself up onto his knees and slunk closer. It was then that Lambert remembered that lions were cats too. 

Lambert watched with bated breath as Kiyan situated himself atop his hips, one bony hand tilting Lambert’s cock up and keeping it steady as Kiyan finally sunk down. Neither of them breathed but Aiden’s gasp was loud enough for both of them. 

Utterly overwhelmed, all Lambert could do was clench his teeth together around a whimper that threatened to escape him. The inescapable heat of Kiyan’s ass almost burned him, so tight that Lambert was sure his cock had nowhere else to go, even as Kiyan kept lowering himself until his ass finally met Lambert’s hips. 

By the expression on Kiyan’s face, the way his eyebrows knit together, and his cheeks had started to flush, it was clear he didn’t bottom often. He braced his hands on Lambert’s abdomen and the redhead closed his eyes for a moment, both of them needing a moment to adjust. 

Several long seconds passed, and Lambert was able to get his fluttering heartbeat under control. But then when he opened his eyes and caught sight of Kiyan, the other witcher smiled, all pointed teeth and an air of danger. Lambert knew he was fucked, in all senses of the phrase. The next time a whimper bubbled up from his chest, Lambert couldn’t contain it. He clenched around Aiden, completely by accident, listening to the brunet’s hitch of breath as Kiyan cooed at him mockingly. 

“Caught a nice little puppy, haven’t I?” Aiden growled in agreement. “Let’s have some fun with you…” 

Kiyan was the first to move, a slow roll of his hips that had Lambert gasping as if he’d been punched in the gut. A strangled sound forced its way out of him and Lambert scrambled to hold onto anything – though that ended up being Kiyan’s hand and another fist in Aiden’s unruly hair. 

It took several thrusts before Kiyan got comfortable enough with the movement to increase his pace, mouth falling open as Lambert no doubt hit the spot inside him that made him see stars. Lambert couldn’t take credit for that though, powerless to do anything other than whine and scrabble for purchase as he was so completely taken apart. 

Tentatively, Aiden began to move his hips too, thrusts agonisingly slow and out of sync with Kiyan’s as he fucked up into Lambert’s almost limp body. Once again, the redhead stopped breathing. He couldn’t even cry out with how shattering the dual sensations were. The change in angle meant that Aiden’s cock felt completely different inside him, now hitting his prostate each time the other thrust in whether they wanted to or not. His boyfriend’s hands were almost searing on Lambert’s hips and most definitely leaving bruises in their wake as they held him steady. 

With nothing to support his head, Lambert was forced to let it hang backwards over Aiden’s shoulder, baring his neck to Kiyan above him who seemed to have found his stride. Lambert whimpered, submitting completely and once again had the fleeting worry of being too heavy for Aiden below. But then he caught the edge of a feral grin from his periphery, and Lambert was reassured that Aiden was enjoying himself as much as the other two. 

It took some time for Kiyan and Aiden to find a rhythm that worked well for both, and a fair amount of fucking which Lambert enjoyed immensely. The wolf felt as if he was going to burst. If he’d known being in the middle of something like this was so fucking good, he would have tried it a long time ago. Should he have keeled over right then and there, Lambert was confident he’d die a happy man. 

“So fucking good, baby – always so tight. I could spend my whole life fucking this hole and not have a single regret…” Aiden husked in his ear. The words lit a tingly feeling in Lambert’s stomach, only egged on when Kiyan added his own praises. 

“And such a nice cock too, hmm? ‘M fuckin’ jealous of both of you… it’s a shame you don’t enjoy it more often, Aiden. Though I guess that just means his ass is even better. Maybe one day you’ll let me have that too, puppy, hmm?”

From outside, Lambert heard raised heartbeats and a few quiet moans as those who were listening got themselves off. As much as Lambert was embarrassed (and somewhat of a prude even by his school’s standards), he couldn’t help but revel in the chance to be the object of desire for once in his life – the thing that everyone wanted. It was somewhat freeing to know that the others weren’t just being polite in their propositions, extending the same courtesy they would to anyone dating one of their kin. They actually wanted Lambert for Lambert.

When Kiyan clenched around him with a groan, nails raking down Lambert’s abdomen and leaving raised red marks in their wake, the redhead couldn’t help but shed a tear. It was too good , too much yet not enough at the same time. He felt as if Kiyan’s claws had ripped him apart and every inch of who he was had been laid bare. Talking was impossible and there was nothing Lambert could do but give himself over completely and trust that they’d pick up the pieces after they were done. 

With Aiden growling happily in his ear and Kiyan looking too fucking attractive for his own good as he rode Lambert, it was a wonder he didn’t blow his load then and there. Both of Aiden’s hands slid their way up to Lambert’s nipples, adding to that sweet torture and making the wolf almost fold in on himself with pleasure. 

The three were a sweaty tangle of limbs but they made it work and somehow Aiden still didn’t tire despite the harshness of his thrusts, jolting Lambert above him as he squeezed on the sensitive nubs. Lambert had always loved the brunet’s impressive thighs, and now all that sculpted, mouth-watering muscle was finally being put to good use. 

It just so happened that Aiden was the first of them to cum. It was probably unsurprising considering how long he’d been buried inside Lambert’s ass for – he had to have been on the edge for some time. He bit into Lambert’s shoulder again, hard, definitely enough to make Lambert gasp, as he groaned and growled through his release. 

Lambert cried out, the mixture of pleasure and sharp pain sending his already frenzied mind into overload. He thrashed a little, unable to stop himself from thrusting up into Kiyan and finally pushing the second cat over the edge. 

Kiyan slammed himself back down onto Lambert’s cock hard enough that it would have hurt if Lambert’s mind hadn’t been so fogged with pleasure. There were slick sounds as Kiyan tugged desperately at himself, shivering and sighing as he too started to cum. He clenched hard around Lambert, practically milking the other and bringing him oh so close to spilling a second time. Unlike Aiden who had no problems marking Lambert as his own, Kiyan caught his cum as it spurted out of his twitching cock, following some likely unspoken and long-established rule for Aiden’s benefit not to mark someone else’s lover. 

It was the sight of Kiyan’s cum covered hand, the way he clenched around Lambert as he offered his sticky fingers to the couple, that had Lambert finally cumming for a second time that morning. He shook and gasped, drawing several wounded sounds from Aiden as his oversensitive cock was clenched down upon. Lambert’s eyes rolled back into his head before he blinked, unseeing for a moment, and opened them just in time to watch Aiden’s pink tongue peek out and lick Kiyan’s spend from his fingers. 

He turned to Lambert, the wolf still shivering and whimpering with glassy eyes and the most fucked out expression any of them had ever seen, and kissed him messily, all tongue and teeth. Kiyan’s cum was bitter but Lambert’s distaste paled in comparison to finally having Aiden’s lips soundly back on his own. He keened into Aiden’s mouth, desperate for more even when all traces of Kiyan’s cum had been licked away from Aiden’s tongue. With a hum, Aiden pulled away, lapping up Lambert’s tears too while he had the wolf close. 

Extracting themselves from the tangle of limbs proved to be the least dignified part of the whole affair. Kiyan hissed as Lambert’s cock slipped out of him, a similar sound coming out of Lambert in turn when Aiden did the same. Kiyan was quick to collapse and sprawl on his stomach over their bedrolls. With his clothes knocked askew as they were, Lambert stopped breathing momentarily once again when he spied his cum leaking from the other. And by the looks of things, Kiyan wasn’t planning on washing it away any time soon. 

Shaky and feeling like a new-born fawn, Aiden helped Lambert back into his sleeping clothes, petting at his wild hair and pressing several short, soft kisses to his lips in quick succession. 

“How about we go have a quick bath before breakfast, hmm, baby? Get you nice and clean… bet you’ve worked up quite an appetite, I know I have…” Aiden trailed off as he righted his own clothes, very helpfully finding Lambert’s boots for him. Lambert grunted undecidedly. He felt drunk. He wasn’t sure he could stand. “If they start bein’ assholes about it, I’ll set them straight, don’t worry…” Aiden reassured him. 

The redhead wasn’t sure he even wanted a bath. The water of the river would no doubt be cold this time of year and currently, Lambert smelt claimed, reeking of Aiden, Kiyan and what they’d just done. Reason won out though, and Lambert could already feel Aiden’s cum beginning to leak out of him. If they didn’t take care of that soon, Lambert knew he’d regret it later. 

Lambert took a deep breath and nodded, powerless to stop the smile coming to his face when Aiden broke out in a grin. While Lambert was still somewhat spacey, Aiden seemed as lively as ever, perhaps even more as if he hadn’t just rearranged Lambert’s entire world (and internal organs). 

Outside, the air was predictably cold. Lambert shivered and made a disgruntled sound. He blushed when Aiden clicked his tongue and slung an arm around his waist, likely attempting to share some of his body heat with the wolf. The sky above them was clear and a crisp wind was blowing through the camp, most of the school’s members out in their jackets despite the fact it was almost spring. Several of them turned their heads and looked somewhat guilty when the couple emerged from their wagon. 

Schrödinger coughed and muttered a cursory ‘Good Morning’ before averting his eyes. If he’d been wearing a hat, Lambert had no doubt he would have tipped it at the two of them. His suspicious courtesy, though, did nothing to dispel the scent of his cum from the air. It was obvious he’d been enjoying himself at Lambert’s expense. Dragonfly, who was perched next to him, gave Schrödinger a swift elbow to the ribs. 

Axel and Gaetan sat slightly further away on the back of one of the uncovered wagons. As Aiden and Lambert walked past, Axel sprung up from where he’d been hunched over the other, flushed face finally coming into view. He wiped his lips hastily, but Lambert had already seen enough to piece together what the two had been up to. They at least had the decency to look sheepish as Aiden herded the redhead away and in the direction of the river. 

Lambert took a deep breath and something in his chest relaxed with the motion of it. He was well-liked by the cats, and he knew that. Despite the rocky start he’d integrated better than he could have hoped for. The next test, Lambert knew, would come the following winter when Aiden made the long trek north with him to Kaer Morhen. He could only hope to provide the same level of comfort and hospitality that Aiden and his family had shown him.