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Lambert was pinned against a tree, Aiden’s mouth sucking bruises onto his neck and Aiden’s hand down the front of his trousers, tugging at his cock. He struggled, snarling a bit into the chill night air, until he got his feet under him and pushed Aiden off so his back was to another tree.
“Do you always have to be in charge?” Aiden asked, laughing, giving a playful nip at Lambert’s ear.
“Fucking yes I do,” Lambert growled, biting at Aiden’s collarbone.
Aiden mewled, fingers digging into Lambert’s hips. “Fucking wolves,” he muttered.
“You like fucking this wolf.”
Aiden laughed.