Spike caught both of Micah’s knees, pushing them up and out, opening Micah the furthest he’d ever been opened.
Micah’s cock pulsed under Spike’s gaze. His hole leaked. And Spike fitted his cock between Micah’s cheeks, grinding against it, lubing it up with slick. Micah groaned. Then he reached down, spreading his ass. Spike’s breath punched out of him.
Spike leaned in, his cock rock-hard. He thrust it between Micah’s cheeks, his blunt tip missing Micah’s hole, then sliding sweetly against it. Micah relaxed for him.
Then Spike changed his angle, and his cock pressed against Micah, opening him. Like before, Spike slid into him, a thick, solid length. Micah’s thoughts blanked.
Gods, Spike was big. Micah whined, his body stretched around his alpha.
Spike moaned, snapping his hips. He built a hard, desperate rhythm, their bodies meeting with soft thudding sounds. Pleasure hissed through Micah’s nerves.
Micah panted, his precome leaking onto his abdomen. Spike was all flexing muscle above him, his skin gleaming with sweat. And he was plunging inside Micah. Spike was Micah’s student.
His cock felt like bliss.
“So beautiful,” Spike whispered between his panting, his gaze raking down Micah’s body.
He ground hard against Micah’s prostate—each time, Micah groaned, louder than before.
“Quiet,” Kai snapped, turning around. But his eyes—they were dark, pupils blown wide. And his jeans were open, his cock jutting up, barely restrained by the thin material of his boxers.
“Or else what?” Spike asked, lifting his chin. Then he thrust hard into Micah, grinding just right. Micah arched off the bed, incoherent.
Kai swore. He strode over, ripping his boxers off his cock. It was flushed, straining, just like Spike’s. He tore open the bedside drawer.
Spike’s eyes gleamed when Kai pulled out a sizeable tube and uncapped it. Micah watched, barely understanding their actions, his own body thrumming with pleasure and need.
Then Kai climbed onto the bed behind Spike, grasped his ass, and Spike’s eyelids fluttered shut. For a moment, his thrusts slowed.
Kai was doing something with laser focus, but Spike’s shoulders blocked it from Micah’s view.
“He’s lubing me up,” Spike whispered, his chest heaving. “Ah, fuck, Kai. His fingers are inside. Two at once.”
Kai, inside Spike?
“Going in,” Kai rasped.
He knelt close to Spike, his legs fitting around his brother’s, one hand on Spike’s shoulder. His other hand disappeared between them.
Micah stared, imagining Spike’s stepbrother spreading his ass, his big cock pushing into Spike’s hole. He’d never seen it before. And Kai was doing it now, opening Spike up.
Spike moaned. Micah imagined his pleasure, and throbbed harder.
Kai rolled his hips, and Spike’s eyes went wide. “Fuck.”
He panted, his cock jerking inside Micah. And Kai began to thrust hard, forcing Spike forward into Micah’s body, shoving Spike’s cock deeper into Micah. Micah groaned. Spike trembled, meeting Micah’s eyes.
Something flashed in his eyes—uncertainty? Then Kai fucked in hard, and Spike swore, snapping his hips. His cock shoved deep into Micah, lighting up every nerve in Micah’s body. Micah cried out. With his hands anchored on Micah’s hips, Spike regained his earlier rhythm.
Kai slowed—was it so Spike could fuck himself on Kai?—and locked eyes with Micah over Spike’s shoulder.
This was embarrassing, having Kai watch them fuck. Having Kai inside Spike, and Spike pumping his cock into Micah. Micah flushed, the tension in his body winding ever higher, his balls pulling up tight. Kai’s watching us.
“Come for me,” Spike rasped, grinding deep into Micah’s body, closing his hand around Micah’s cock, tugging hard. “Now.”
Somehow, his touch flipped a switch inside Micah. Pleasure crashed through Micah like a wave; he cried out, arching, his toes curling. Couldn’t think.
Spike swore, fucking harder into Micah. His chest was flushed, the tendons in his neck straining. Behind him, Kai’s eyes were half-lidded, his teeth bared. He grasped Spike’s hips so hard that his fingertips whitened, and hammered into his brother.
With a roar, Spike fucked into Micah a last time, his cock pulsing, unloading his seed. Claiming Micah inside.
Micah groaned. And Kai increased his pace, leaning in, his lips feverish on Spike’s shoulder. Their gazes locked—Spike and Kai’s on Micah, Micah unable to tear his eyes away.
“Gonna come,” Kai panted, dragging his teeth over the scars on Spike’s shoulder.
“Mark me,” Spike answered, shoving his hips back at Kai. Kai speared into him, fast and savage, until he, too, crashed past the edge, sinking his teeth into Spike’s shoulder. Spike snarled.
For a long moment, the three of them panted. Kai released Spike’s shoulder, licking up the blood that welled up on Spike’s skin.
That bite hadn’t been on Spike’s scent gland, either.
“Admiring my badges of war?” Spike asked with a grin, stroking down Micah’s side.
Micah breathed out, tearing his gaze away from Spike’s shoulder. “Does it hurt?”
He shouldn’t have asked—he knew the answer was yes.
Spike smiled crookedly. “It’ll be fine.”
Was he really, though?
Before Micah could answer, Kai leaned back, withdrawing from Spike. He pulled Spike into a one-armed hug, held it for a couple of seconds, then released his brother, climbing off the bed. Kai grabbed an old shirt off the floor, wadding it up against Spike’s ass.
“There’s the aftercare,” Spike said dryly.
Kai rolled his eyes, heading through another door—one that Micah hadn’t noticed before. Kai shut the door, and a shower came on.
“That’s... it?” Micah asked, looking from the door to Spike, and back. After all that he’d seen of Spike and Kai’s relationship, the sex... wasn’t quite so intimate as Micah had expected.
Spike’s grin faded. He pressed his forehead against Micah’s shoulder, and quietly answered, “That’s it.”
Micah’s heart hurt for him. There’d been the little moment back in the noodle restaurant, when Spike had asked about alpha-alpha marriages. And now... Micah suddenly understood why Spike had been trying to get so close. Because Spike needed intimacy, but Kai couldn’t give it to him.
“How long have you...” Micah paused, unsure what he should say. Was it love?
“Since I was about sixteen,” Spike mumbled, wrapping his arms around Micah. “I don’t know how I can fall in love with two people at once, okay? Maybe I’m defective.”
“You’re not defective,” Micah murmured, brushing Spike’s hair away from his face.
Even though he was nineteen, Spike was so... human. He loved and laughed, and he... accepted Micah. Unconditionally.
And something in Micah’s heart said, Maybe I should give him a chance.
Spike sucked in a sharp breath. “My knot,” he said, his eyes growing wide. “Do you want it?”
Micah had felt it swell slowly inside his body. His cheeks warming, Micah nodded. “Please.”
Spike broke into a smile—half-happy, half-bittersweet. “Kai’s never let me knot inside him. So... this is my first time.”
Gods, this boy—this man. Micah stared at him, his heart squeezing tight. “And you’re spending it with me.”
“I am.” Spike grinned, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m just so happy that you’re letting me do this. It’s like a dream come true.”
Micah laughed dryly. “I’m not anyone’s dream.”
Spike snuffled. “You’re mine. You have been for years. Maybe you should remember that.”
This close, Micah realized that there were tiny gold flecks in Spike’s copper eyes, and faint freckles on his cheeks. There had been a freckled child in York’s friend group, a long time ago. Smallest of the lot. Had that been you?
“Maybe I should rem
ember it,” Micah murmured, stroking his fingers through Spike’s blond hair.
Spike’s smile lit up his whole face.
His knot swelled fully inside Micah, a heavy, comforting weight. Spike rolled his hips experimentally. His knot pushed deeper, sending a jolt of pleasure through Micah’s body. Spike groaned. “Fuck.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to pull out for a while,” Micah said softly, daring to trace his fingers down Spike’s toned back.
“All the better.” Spike grinned. He rolled his hips away, though, just to test the knot. Another jolt shot through them both; they groaned.
“I don’t think I can come again soon.” Micah bit down his moan. “But if I could... This would turn messy.”
“Is that a challenge?” Spike brightened.
Micah laughed. “Are you always this ready for sex?”
“I’m nineteen.” Spike grinned. “Of course I am.”
He leaned in and kissed Micah on the lips, soft and sweet. Micah melted against him, his heart skipping.
Then he yelped when Spike rolled them over, so Micah lay on top of him.
“I don’t want to be stuck hovering over you,” Spike said. His strong body lay beneath Micah, promising safety. Micah lay his cheek on Spike’s shoulder.
The bathroom door opened. Micah froze, looking over. He was naked. And Spike’s knot was buried inside him.
Kai stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, rivulets of water trickling down his chest and abs.
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Spike growled.
Micah blushed. “What am I supposed to say?”
“Nothing.” Kai huffed, trudging back to the desk. He glanced back at them, though, seeking out where Spike had joined with Micah. A light flush crept up the back of his neck.
“Look, Kai’s blushing,” Spike whispered loudly.
“I’m not,” Kai muttered. And his flush deepened.
“Kai wants in on this,” Spike said. “Are you feeling lonely, Kai? Do you need an omega, too? I’ll share mine. Micah likes my knot.”
“I don’t need an omega,” Kai said, but he didn’t look so certain now. Spike’s smile grew.
Micah stared at Spike. “You’d... share me?”
Spike paused. “Would you rather I not?”
Micah shook his head hurriedly. “No, no—I just meant... it’s a strange thought, is all. I’ve... never been shared.”
“All my life—well, ever since our parents married—I’ve been sharing my things with Kai,” Spike said slowly. “And trust me, we didn’t want to, at first. But then my bowl broke and I didn’t have anything to eat cereal out of, so Kai shared his with me. Kai’s pencil broke, so I shared mine with him.
“Our mom was the only one working; money was tight. We’d shared clothes and underwear and shoes. Sometimes we’d exchange a sock so we wore matching mismatched pairs. But anyway, even now... this dorm room’s paid for by Kai’s scholarship. The textbooks, too. We saved up enough to buy a car between us. But there’s nothing I own that’s solely mine.”
“Except the basketball jerseys, but only because that’s numbered,” Kai said wryly. “We have our own numbers.”
“And sex partners. I’ve never had any of Kai’s. Wasn’t interested.” Spike paused, looking uncertainly at Micah. “So... I’m basically broke. I took on a new job to pay for the baby. I’m young and poor, and I’m not even as mature as Kai is. So seeing you is a dream, Micah, but I don’t know how to keep you.”
Spike looked away then, a deep flush creeping up his throat.
Micah glanced at Kai, who was watching them intently. Then he looked back at Spike—Spike, who had kissed all his scars, who had held him, who had loved him, even before Micah knew he existed. Spike was... kind of adorable.
Micah wet his lips, suddenly nervous. “I can’t promise anything,” he began. “Seeing you is a risk to me—” Spike’s shoulders sagged “—but I won’t say no to... to more of this.”
He glanced down at their joined bodies, his come smeared between his chest and Spike’s, Spike’s knot still buried inside him.
“And if you’d like to share me...” Micah glanced at Kai, blushing. “You’re welcome to.”
Maybe it was insane, Micah getting involved with his students. But Spike’s affection was like an oasis in a desert, and Micah had spent too long being parched and alone.
Spike’s smile lit his entire face. “I’d do anything to keep you,” he murmured. “And I think Kai will come around, sooner or later.”
Kai scowled. “No, I won’t.”
Spike grinned. “You say that now, Kai, but I know you need an omega to protect. I can’t be around for Micah all the time. He needs you, too.”
Kai turned away, saying nothing. His red ears betrayed him, though.
“I can’t always read him,” Spike whispered to Micah. “But when I can, it’s with a hundred percent accuracy. He’s gonna fall for you, and he’s gonna fall hard.”
Then Spike’s smile turned wistful, but Micah wasn’t sure what that was about. Kai wouldn’t fall in love with Micah, though. Someone like Kai? Omegas through the campus were falling over themselves trying to snag his attention.
“Anyway,” Spike said, his gaze locking onto Micah. “Are you sleeping over tonight? Please say yes.”
Micah wet his lips. “I shouldn’t,” he said, looking around them. “The bed’s too small for three.”
“We’ll make it fit.” Spike grinned lecherously; Micah chuckled.
“No,” Micah said. “Besides, I promised York I’d be home tonight. I need to—gods, I need to erase your scent.”
That didn’t sit right with Micah. He wanted Spike’s scent on him, all earthy and protective. He wanted to feel like he belonged.
Spike took Micah’s hand, kissing his wrist. “You don’t have to erase all of it. I marked you here.”
Then he cupped Micah’s cock, where his juniper scent was strongest. Micah flushed.
“And inside, too.” Spike grinned. “I don’t think York will sniff at your feet.”
“I guess.” When Spike’s knot eventually receded, Micah clambered off him, every cell of his body longing to return to Spike.
For glorious moments tonight, Spike had been Micah’s alpha, and it had felt like bliss. Micah wanted more of it.
It seemed as though he kept making the wrong decisions, over and over.
Spike dressed along with Micah, before carrying him all the way downstairs, back to his car. At the driver’s side door, Spike leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Micah’s lips.
“Thank you for tonight,” Spike whispered, his cheeks darkening. “You’re so much better than I expected.”
That made Micah blush, too.
“One of these days, you’re going to see who I really am,” Micah said, his heart aching. “And then you’ll move on.”
Spike laughed. “Me? Never.”
Then he swatted Micah’s ass, and tucked Micah into the car. Spike pulled off the baseball cap and kissed Micah’s forehead.
“Drive safe,” he whispered. “See you tomorrow.”
Micah started the car, his skin tingling all over. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he realized that Spike was still standing in the parking lot, watching until Micah drove out of sight.
Micah sniffed at his wrist, where Spike had left his juniper scent. It smelled like affection, and laughter.
For the first time since the fire, he felt alive again.
11
Kai
Last night had been... awkward.
Kai shouldn’t have blushed, watching Spike kiss their professor. He’d kissed a few omegas, himself. He’d kissed Spike, countless times. They’d been each other’s firsts.
He’d known that Spike wanted him—but not the marriage part. That had been a shock.
Not knowing what to do, Kai had turned Spike down. And Spike had hurt. Kai had felt like a total bastard.
Then Davis had stepped in and soothed Spik
e’s hurts. He’d stroked Spike’s hair, holding him like the omega Spike had always needed.
The omega that Kai couldn’t be, because Kai was alpha, all hard edges and roughness and violence.
Watching them... Kai had felt as though Spike was stepping away from what he shared with Kai. It had felt as though he was losing Spike, and that had hurt.
Kai should have expected this, shouldn’t he?
All his life, Kai had always trusted Spike to stay with him. Maybe he’d been taking Spike for granted, because now that Spike had the professor... he didn’t need Kai anymore. And that made Kai’s insides feel untethered, like he was losing a cornerstone of his soul.
I don’t need him. I have my own life to lead.
Kai sighed, doing five reps of tossing the basketball into the hoop. The ball went through the ring each time, and he repeated the same from a step further away. Another five makes, then he took another step back.
That kiss had been intimate. Something Kai shouldn’t have witnessed. It had been Spike’s first date with an omega, and Kai had felt like an outsider. Then he’d imagined himself and Spike kissing like that, or just holding hands, or even married, and that had made his face hot.
The box labeled ‘Spike’ was becoming a jumbled mess in Kai’s heart. Normal people didn’t get horny for their stepbrothers. Normal people didn’t sleep in the same bed as their stepbrothers, reaching into their shorts, squeezing tight when their brothers woke with a grin.
It had all been clear-cut before, except Spike had looked at Micah Davis with those soft eyes, and Kai had... felt a twinge of envy.
What did he feel toward Spike? Who knew?
Then Kai had imagined Spike looking at him the way he looked at Davis, and something in his heart had tugged.
I’m going to play for the big leagues. Before this, he’d always assumed that Spike’s crush would fade, that he’d never get it on with his professor.
Except it had happened, and Kai had never seen Spike this happy in his life.
Don’t I make you happy? Why don’t you smile like that when you’re around me?
And now, anger burned low in Kai’s gut. I shouldn’t even be thinking about that. I should be happy for him.
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