Spike was here. Spike was willing. Kai wanted to shove Spike against a wall, rip his pants down, and squeeze his cock into Spike’s hole. Open him up. Leave his come inside, marking him.
Spike growled, reaching over to stroke Kai’s cock. “Wonder how Davis would like this.”
“He’s not gonna know,” Kai hissed, jerking his hips up against Spike’s firm palm. Spike kneaded Kai through his pants, right at his tip where Kai liked it.
“He’s in heat,” Spike murmured, getting off his chair. “He has a choice. What if he wants us both?”
“Not gonna,” Kai growled, palming his cock to ease the pressure between his legs. His cock felt like it might burst, and he needed something tight to contain it. Something like Spike’s ass. “Bathroom. Now.”
“No.” Spike glanced at the kitchen doorway. “I’m gonna ask if he’s interested.”
“The fuck,” Kai growled, hauling Spike away from the kitchen. “He’s our prof.”
“And he might give you a nice grade if you make him come.” Spike raised his eyebrows. “How many times have you fucked an omega while you were in a rut?”
Zero. It had always been Spike during Kai’s ruts. Kai’s throat tightened with hunger. “I’m not doing that.”
Spike leaned closer, his breath hot on Kai’s ear. “What if I told you he hasn’t had an alpha in months?”
That made his cock pulse. Kai wanted to protest. Except he could now imagine Micah Davis’ slick hole, sliding around Kai’s cock, squeezing him, begging for his come.
With the way Davis had huddled into himself... When was the last time he’d been touched?
Kai hesitated. And Spike reached down, yanking Kai’s belt open. He shoved his hand down Kai’s pants; his fingers brushed down Kai’s cock, sending a frisson of pleasure through Kai’s body. There wasn’t enough space for both Kai’s cock, and Spike’s hand. The jeans were going to burst.
“Imagine him touching you here,” Spike whispered. “If he wants us both, please join in. For my sake.”
That was hard to argue with right now. Kai shoved Spike’s hand down against his cock, thrusting against his palm. He just needed to come, and then he could think again. He wasn’t going to imagine fucking Davis. Just five minutes...
Spike yanked on Kai’s zipper, releasing the pressure at his hips. Kai opened his legs; Spike knelt between them, pulling Kai’s cock out of his pants. Then he leaned in, closing his warm, wet mouth around it.
Kai swore, fucking up.
It always gave him a thrill, watching his cock disappear into his stepbrother. Spike’s mouth, Spike’s ass. Spike moaned around him, hollowing his cheeks so pleasure jolted down Kai’s nerves.
If they could finish this in the next couple minutes, if the professor stayed in his kitchen for a while longer...
Kai grasped Spike’s hair, shoving Spike’s face down onto his cock. Spike grunted when Kai’s cock hit the back of his throat. And Kai pushed again, until his cock opened Spike’s throat, and Spike took him deeper.
Kai’s groan tore out of him. They didn’t do this often, deepthroating. It was too much stimulation. Spike adjusted his own cock, a damp spot on his pants.
This was fucked up, like it always was. Kai’s cock in his brother. Spike groaning around him, jacking himself through his pants.
Davis could step out of his kitchen at any moment.
Kai wrestled with his instincts. He shoved at Spike, thinking maybe they should stop. Get into the bathroom. And then Kai could cram his cock into Spike and fuck the come out of him.
Spike held on. His throat squeezed tight, just like how his ass would. Pleasure seared into Kai’s veins; Kai swore. “Damn you, Spike—”
Micah Davis stepped out of the kitchen. He froze when he saw them, his eyes growing wide.
Kai stopped breathing.
Only then did Spike let Kai’s cock slide out of his mouth, leaving it throbbing and flushed, glistening with spit.
“Hi,” Spike said with a smile, licking his lips.
Spike was such a bastard.
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Micah
Micah stared. Flushed inches of Kai’s cock slid out of Spike’s mouth, thick and solid, straining up.
Micah hadn’t meant to look. But the sight sent a hot, hungry jolt through his body, turning his throat dry. That cock would feel so good thrusting inside him.
Then Spike met Micah’s eyes and said, “Hi,” and Micah’s mind went blank.
“What?” Micah blurted.
This did not just happen in his living room. Not Spike sucking his brother off. Except Spike was getting to his feet, a thick line behind his pants, and Kai Ventura looked just as stunned as Micah felt.
Kai’s expression was grounding. It meant this wasn’t a dream.
But desire burned in Kai’s stormy eyes, too. He raked his gaze down the whole of Micah’s front, from his head to his toes, those shrewd eyes of his missing nothing.
He saw the scars.
Micah quailed, backing into the wall. He wasn’t ready for anyone to see him like this. Especially two handsome alphas, so young and strong that they could have any omega they wanted.
“You’re brothers,” he blurted to take their attention off himself.
“Stepbrothers.” For a second, Spike looked uncertain, as though he thought... Micah would judge them? “But I’m not sure it would be any different if we were actual brothers. Kai and I are a thing.”
Oh. Micah tried to wrap his mind around that. It was difficult, though, when Kai’s cock jerked, precome trickling down its side. It looked like it needed something—Spike’s mouth—back around it. And Kai wasn’t even moving to tuck it away.
Micah had been hiding in the kitchen, waiting for York, Kai, and Spike to get deeper into their discussion so he could slip out unnoticed. Instead, they’d gone quiet. Micah had finally chanced the trip back to his bedroom.
And now, this.
“I-I should leave you to your—your project,” Micah croaked, his face burning. “Where’s York?”
“He went to get some beer,” Spike said. Then his gaze fell to Micah’s hips, where Micah was half-hard, his precome smearing onto his shorts.
Micah pressed his hand over his cock to hide it. “Beer... Wait. York’s underage. How...”
“Damned if I know,” Spike said. Then he stepped forward, his smile growing. “I heard you like my dance.”
Spike rocked his hips up in a sweet, hard thrust, like how he’d fuck inside Micah’s body. Micah’s insides grew molten; his hole leaked.
“Real smooth, Spike,” Kai muttered, disapproving. He would scoff at Micah’s attraction toward Spike, wouldn’t he?
Micah inched away, need and shame twisting together in his gut.
Spike ignored Kai, glancing hungrily at Micah’s face. Then his gaze dropped back to Micah’s hips. And Micah realized too late that he’d used his scarred hand to cover himself up.
Gods, he was supposed to be a professor. And here he was, underdressed, in heat, all the ugliest parts of him on full display.
He whined, turning toward the hallway. He needed to get back to his bedroom. Maybe Kai and Spike would forget what they’d seen of him when Monday came. They’d find some lucky omega to sate themselves tonight, and...
Before he’d taken three steps into the hallway, someone prowled up behind him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
His heart leaping into his throat, Micah flailed. Water from his mug splashed onto the hardwood floor. Spike steadied Micah’s hand with large, warm fingers.
“Sorry,” Spike murmured, stepping closer. “Did we scare you?”
The heat of his body radiated through the distance between them, soaking into Micah’s skin. His hands were gentle. But his eyes—Spike’s pupils had blown wide, and his gaze raked down every inch of Micah’s body, like he was stripping Micah in his mind.
Micah groaned, his hole squeezing. “Wh-what?”
“Sorry about the surprise,” Spike whispered, takin
g Micah’s mug out of his hand. He set it on a side table, and brushed his fingers through Micah’s hair. “Gods, I’ve always wanted to touch your hair. It’s so soft.”
Micah trembled, his heart pounding. Spike was standing too close. What was going on?
Then he sucked in a deep breath and smelled musk—so much of it, more than his own. The bulge in Spike’s pants said, I want to fuck. Over Spike’s shoulder, Micah glimpsed Kai.
He tensed, expecting to see Kai’s judgmental stare. Except Kai didn’t look sullen right now. Kai just looked hungry, his gaze warm. And was that a flicker of embarrassment, when he pulled his boxers back up over his cock?
Kai isn’t interested. Micah gulped, almost disappointed. He liked the look of Kai’s cock. Spike leaned in to sniff at Micah’s temple, then his jaw, rumbling low in his throat. This close, Spike towered over Micah.
“Why are you doing this?” Micah blurted. Then he could’ve kicked himself. Spike was offering sex. Micah would be an idiot not to take him up on it.
Except... he was their professor. Whatever Kai and Spike saw tonight... it would come back to humiliate Micah in the following weeks. The scar tissue on his cheek prickled. His bald patches felt too visible.
He wanted to hide, all over again.
“You always look so lonely,” Spike murmured.
Then he took Micah’s blotchy hand, bringing it to his lips. Micah’s heart stopped.
Spike kissed Micah’s knuckles. Micah’s nerves had never healed right, but he felt, ever so faintly, the warmth of Spike’s lips, the humid puff of his breath. Spike’s juniper scent filled his lungs, its woodsiness surrounding Micah, safe and inviting.
Spike felt like someone he wanted to huddle against, and close his eyes.
And if Kai wanted to hang around with Spike and Micah, maybe that was okay, too.
“Is your bed empty tonight?” Spike murmured, turning Micah’s hand over to expose his wrist. Then he kissed down to the scent gland there, where Micah was still sensitive.
Micah held his breath. Scent glands were intimate. Spike couldn’t possibly...
Spike closed his lips around it, and sucked. Pleasure twisted down Micah’s nerves.
He swayed on his feet, his cock throbbing, his instincts whispering, Say yes. Spread for him. Let him fill your hole.
“Kai and I are both in a rut,” Spike whispered. “If you want me, or you want him, or both of us...”
“I’m your professor,” Micah croaked. But he couldn’t miss the way Spike’s shirt stretched across his pecs, the way his biceps flexed when he braced his other hand against the wall, right next to Micah’s face. “I’m older than you—”
“What if I said I don’t care?” Spike whispered, all strong jaw and dark eyes.
Then he leaned in and brushed their lips together, sending tingles all the way down Micah’s spine. Micah’s heart fluttered. He kissed me.
Before this, Micah had only received obligatory kisses from his dates. He couldn’t remember the last boyfriend he’d had. So something like this, all soft and careful, like Spike was worried he’d chase Micah away...
Micah groaned, his body wound up tight, completely at Spike’s mercy.
Spike pressed their foreheads together, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so damn long.”
His breath rushed across Micah’s lips. Micah couldn’t think.
“You just want to get into my pants,” Micah blurted.
“Possibly,” Spike said. With callused fingers, he cupped Micah’s jaw and kissed him again, nudging Micah’s mouth open.
Micah gave in, his heat thumping through his veins. Spike’s teeth grazed his lower lip, sharp points on sensitive skin. Then his tongue swept into Micah’s mouth, and when their tongues touched, electricity jolted down Micah’s spine.
Spike tasted like soda, and a hint of salty precome. Kai’s precome. Micah groaned, licking at him, searching for more of that musky taste. He wanted Spike to suck on his cock, too. Wanted Spike touching him thoroughly, deep inside.
When Spike broke the kiss, Micah sank against the wall, his mind spinning. It had been the best kiss he’d received in a long time. And it had come from his student.
“Yeah, I see what you mean,” Kai rumbled.
“See what?” Spike asked, never once turning away from Micah.
“He’s hungry,” Kai said. His voice rasped, as though he wanted to bury his cock inside someone, too.
When Micah dragged his eyes away from Spike, he found Kai’s dark eyes boring right into him. Micah’s stomach flipped. Was he talking about... me?
Spike followed his gaze. “Want Kai inside you, too? He’s never fucked an omega in heat.”
Kai growled, something flashing in his eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth.” Spike reached behind, grasping Kai’s covered cock. Then he pulled it back out of Kai’s boxers, and Micah couldn’t stop staring at its thick, heavy length. It would open Micah up, slide right inside. It would make him come so hard.
Micah couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of his throat. Both alpha gazes snapped onto him, hot and hungry. Like they both wanted to be inside him. Micah’s cock shoved up at them, desperate for touch.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Spike growled, staring at Micah. Then he squeezed Kai’s cock, base to tip. “Want Kai inside you?”
Kai gritted his teeth, thrusting into Spike’s fist. Gods, the jut of his cock... Micah leaked.
Spike smirked. “You’ll love Kai. I can vouch for him. Kai fucks hard.”
Kai’s chest heaved, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he raked his gaze down Micah’s front, as though he could see through Micah’s clothes, too.
And now Micah could imagine being pressed between them both, their hard muscles warm against his skin, their cocks nudging between his legs. Probing inside his hole.
Micah whimpered, his cock so hard it hurt. Spike and Kai weren’t supposed to see the way he reacted to them. He was older. And scarred. And he was supposed to be in control.
“Let us be your alphas tonight,” Spike whispered. “And let Kai kiss you, too. He’s good.”
Micah met Kai’s gaze, his heart squeezing tight. All Kai had to do was say anything demeaning, and he’d strip Micah of every shred of his confidence.
Instead, Kai stepped close, sliding his arm around Spike’s waist. Then he touched Micah’s jaw with callused fingertips. “Is this okay?”
That was nothing like Micah had expected from Kai Ventura.
His throat dry, Micah nodded. I must be insane.
Kai leaned in, hesitating for the slightest moment.
Then he brushed his lips across Micah’s. Unlike Spike’s care, Kai didn’t linger on a chaste kiss. He swept his tongue between Micah’s lips, pushing into his mouth, tasting like bitter coffee.
There was no treading gently with him. Kai tasted Micah deeply, thoroughly, and Micah understood then that this was how Kai fucked. If he let Kai touch the rest of him... Kai would drive deep inside, no questions asked.
Micah throbbed, moaning into Kai’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Kai growled, nudging Micah’s lips open wider. Then his fingers tightened in Micah’s hair, and he thrust his tongue in, pulling out, thrusting back in. Just like how his cock would plow into Micah’s hole.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Spike whispered inches away.
Micah’s blood surged between his legs. He grew wetter, his knees weak, his musk rolling off his skin. “I can’t—I...”
Kai broke the kiss, his lips glistening when he pulled away. “Bad?”
Micah shook his head hurriedly. “No. But we can’t do this here. York—”
“Your room,” Spike growled, palming the bulge in his pants.
He stepped between Micah and Kai, wrapping his arms around Micah’s back. Then he slipped one hand under Micah’s ass, hefting Micah against himself, forcing Micah’s legs to open around his hips.
Through the thin material of his shorts, Micah�
�s cock pressed against Spike’s bulge. It was intimate. Pleasure thrummed through Micah’s body. Micah gasped, meeting Kai’s eyes over Spike’s shoulder.
Micah didn’t know what he looked like, himself, but somehow, incredibly, his expression made Kai smile.
Kai was handsome, far more than he had any right to be.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Spike panted, his fingers curling between Micah’s asscheeks, rubbing Micah’s hole through his soaked shorts.
Micah cried out, surprised and so very aroused. He’s touching me there.
Kai prowled into the bedroom after them, slamming the door. “How wet?”
“Enough to lube up both of us,” Spike growled, turning to Kai. “Here, touch.”
Spike held Micah open. Kai pressed his fingers between Micah’s cheeks, circling Micah’s hole through his shorts. The soaked fabric scraped against Micah’s entrance, and Kai pressed down, coaxing Micah’s hole to open around his finger.
Micah whimpered, his face burning. There were no pleasantries at all with Kai, were there?
“Very nice,” Kai growled, bringing his fingers to his lips. Then he tasted Micah’s slick, rolling it across his tongue.
Micah squirmed, shame prickling his skin. They knew how desperate he was.
Kai barely had time to lock the bedroom door, before Spike shoved Micah against Kai’s broad chest. Kai grunted, his cock trapped against Micah’s back.
With his hips, Spike pinned Micah against Kai, his cock shoved against Micah’s erection. Pleasure hissed up Micah’s spine.
“I want to taste you,” Spike growled, thrusting his hips, grinding a wave of pleasure into Micah’s body.
Micah’s breath punched out of him. “Spike—”
“Can I call you Micah?” Spike panted, dragging sloppy kisses down Micah’s neck. “Or do you prefer Davis? Or Professor?”
Micah groaned. He was a professor. And here he was, his legs open around his student, Spike’s stepbrother pressed behind him. Kai shoved back at Micah, his damp cock grinding against Micah’s back, eager to slide inside.
With all their intimate parts touching... they shouldn’t have titles in the bedroom. “C-Call me Micah.”
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