“Hey, Micah,” Spike said suddenly, loud enough that Micah heard. “Come look.”
The TV volume increased. Micah frowned, grabbing his walking stick.
“Congress has passed a bill to allow student-professor relationships in colleges across the United States,” the TV anchor said. “With sufficient relationship evidence, professors are no longer subject to having their teaching licenses revoked. Further debate...”
That... sounded too good to be true.
Spike angled a significant look at Micah. Micah met his eyes for a brief second, and looked away, his face burning. Does he want this to be official?
“But what if they’re sleeping with the profs for grades?” York asked. “How are they gonna prove that it’s not happening?”
“What if they’re not sleeping with the profs for grades, but because the profs are just really hot?” Spike shot back.
“Profs are so not-hot,” York retorted, whirling around to look at Micah. “What do you think, Dad?”
Micah froze, his skin prickling under all three stares. “I, uh. I don’t know. There aren’t very many attractive professors that I know of.”
“There’s a couple of good ones around,” Kai rumbled, his lips pulling into a smile. “They’re not all boring people.”
Micah got the distinct feeling he knew who Kai was talking about. His ears scorched.
York looked at Kai in horror. “Not you, too.”
“I mean, there’s your dad,” Spike said nonchalantly.
“What?” York’s eyes almost fell out of his face.
“I’m already getting straight A’s,” Spike said. “Theoretically, if I were to sleep with your dad, my grades wouldn’t change.”
Micah choked. Why did you have to say that in front of York? He headed for the kitchen, fumbling when his walking stick slipped and clattered to the floor.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” York spluttered, lunging at Spike.
They fell to the ground in a wrestling heap. Micah crouched awkwardly to pick up his walking stick.
But Kai got there first. He handed Micah the stick, then offered his hand to pull Micah back to his feet.
Micah blushed. That was nice of Kai. And even better yet, when it cost Kai hardly any strength to set Micah upright again. “Th-thanks.”
Kai didn’t let go of Micah’s hand.
“You okay?” Kai asked, looking over Micah to make sure he was fine.
“I am.” Micah ducked his head, their earlier conversation ringing in his mind.
“I’m not doing this for grades, by the way,” Kai added in an undertone, a wry smile on his lips. “Despite what Spike might suggest.”
Micah chuckled, his fingers twitching in the warmth of Kai’s hand. “I know. And we have many more consultations to go.”
Kai broke into a smile, sweet and handsome. Despite being an athlete, Kai didn’t seem to mind Micah’s bad leg. Micah’s heart pattered. He wanted to step close, and breathe Kai’s scent off his skin. I can’t be feeling this for him, too.
“I-I’m headed to the kitchen,” he blurted, terrified by the intensity of what he felt. One brother is already too many. “I’ll see you later.”
“I can walk you there,” Kai said.
“It’s just the kitchen. It’s a few steps away.” But the longer Micah stayed here with Kai, in front of York, the more incriminating it was. So he allowed Kai to take his hand, following him into the kitchen.
“I’m leaving you here,” Kai said then, meeting Micah’s eyes. “Gotta break the fight up before York kills Spike.”
A laugh bubbled through Micah’s chest. “I appreciate it.”
Kai nodded politely, almost gentle. Except Micah knew the sort of hunger that lay slumbering in him. And he wondered what other facets of Kai there were, how much more there was to Kai Ventura that he didn’t know yet.
Micah retreated deeper into the kitchen, his skin tingling when Kai glanced at him with a smile.
With Kai and Spike living with him, it felt as though he was getting into deeper trouble every single day.
* * *
Later that night, there came a soft knock on Micah’s bedroom door. His heart quickened into a patter; his blood rushed south.
It wasn’t the first night, or the second, or even the third, that this was happening. He should have gotten used to it by now.
Except the bedroom door eased open, and a shadow stepped in, shutting the door silently. He locked the door. Micah’s throat went dry.
Spike padded through the dark room, pulling his shirt off, then his shorts. Clothing rustled to the floor. Then he prowled onto Micah’s bed, all muscles and bare skin, and Micah’s breath escaped his lungs.
“Been waiting long?” Spike murmured.
“No,” Micah said, his voice thick. He’d been struggling not to touch himself before Spike got here.
“Sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have instigated York.” Spike huffed, a note of laughter in his voice. “I was curious. He’s still not okay with this.”
Micah sighed. “No, he isn’t.”
Spike planted his hands on either side of Micah’s shoulders, his knees straddling Micah’s waist. This pinned the covers down around Micah, so Micah couldn’t move. And Micah had never felt safer with anyone else.
“But enough of that,” Spike whispered, his breath hot on Micah’s cheek. He leaned in, his lips searching. Then he found Micah’s nose, pressing soft kisses down Micah’s skin, until their lips met.
The first kiss was chaste, sweet, like a greeting. The second was all tongue, Spike tasting Micah’s mouth, exploring him inside like he didn’t already know every inch of Micah’s body. Micah sighed and arched toward him; Spike peeled the sheets down, trailing kisses down Micah’s throat, to his shoulders. Every kiss felt like a brand on Micah’s skin.
Micah trembled beneath him. His body hungered, and his heart yearned. He wanted more of Spike. It felt like he could never have enough of this alpha. I can’t believe I like him this much.
Spike paused at Micah’s scent gland, sucking lightly on it, scraping his teeth against that sensitive spot. Pleasure whispered through Micah’s veins; he writhed, and Spike kissed down his chest, sucking Micah’s nipples into his hot mouth, one at a time.
Every night since Spike and Kai moved in, Spike had been visiting—Spike had done this in complete darkness, on Micah’s request.
In the dark, the scars and bald spots didn’t matter. The calluses of Spike’s hands caught on Micah’s skin, and when Micah’s hands were freed, he dared to run his fingers through Spike’s shower-damp hair. He caressed Spike’s cheeks, his jaw, his broad shoulders, until Spike peeled the covers off Micah’s hips, rumbling when he found Micah’s hard cock. Micah was too aroused to be embarrassed.
“You didn’t erase my scent here,” Spike growled, pleased.
Micah’s face burned. “No one has noticed. I was surprised.”
“I told you. No one’s gonna sniff at your cock except Kai and me.”
It was still so strange, the thought of being intimate with Kai. All the same, Micah’s cock grew thicker.
“You’re welcome to him, you know,” Spike murmured. “I don’t mind.”
“I’ll remember that.” Except... Micah didn’t know if he should. What if Micah slipped up somehow, and he fell below Kai’s expectations? So Micah pulled Spike back up, and kissed his lips.
Some nights, they went at it hard. Some nights, Spike was all soft touches and caresses. Tonight, Spike spread Micah’s legs, sliding two fingers between Micah’s cheeks. Micah gasped, squirming. Musk billowed off his skin.
Spike growled. “You’re wet.”
Micah grew slick for him every night, long before Spike even stepped into the room. Maybe it said something about Micah, but he hadn’t had enough of Spike touching his body, Spike’s cock sliding inside, claiming him thoroughly.
Spike leaned in to kiss Micah’s scarred shoulder, the touch muffled and light. Even in the da
rkness, Spike could still feel the bumpy, gnarled tissue. Micah winced.
“Here,” Micah whispered, tangling his fingers in Spike’s hair to stop him. Then Micah squirmed onto his front, dragging his ass down Spike’s sculpted abs, to his hips.
“Fuck,” Spike whispered, grasping Micah’s asscheeks, spreading them open so cool air brushed Micah’s hole. “I wanted to take this slow.”
“Not right now,” Micah answered, grinding down when Spike reached between Micah’s legs, grasping Micah’s cock and balls. Micah arched, a low moan slipping from his lips. Spike had control over Micah’s most sensitive parts, now.
It felt so good to give his body to Spike.
“I wanted to eat you out first,” Spike growled, leaning close. His blunt tip trailed precome up Micah’s thigh; his wrists dragged across Micah’s chest, down his belly, and back to his cock, grinding his juniper scent into Micah’s skin. Micah jerked, his cock aching.
Spike pressed himself flush against Micah’s back, pushing his heavy cock between Micah’s cheeks. “I love doing this with you,” he whispered. “Love coming home to you every day. Love opening you up. Filling you with my come.”
Micah’s face burned. And he ground back against Spike, his hole dripping.
This wasn’t anything to be proud of. It was just sex. But the intimacy was something Micah craved, and for as long as Spike was willing to provide it, Micah would open his door and his bed and his legs to Spike every night.
Even if Micah wasn’t the best omega for him.
Feeling like a needy fool, Micah grasped Spike’s cock, and shoved Spike’s tip inside himself. It stretched him open; Spike swore, his hips bucking. Pleasure hissed through Micah’s veins.
Spike buried himself into Micah, every thick inch, his cock driving Micah’s thoughts away. Then he began to pound deep, and Micah rode the waves of pleasure Spike brought, Spike’s hunger consuming him.
It wasn’t the healthiest way to escape his thoughts, but it was the most effective.
17
Kai
“Have you ever looked at Micah, and realized how fucking sexy he is?” Spike whispered.
Kai looked askance at him. “Are you even listening to the lecture?”
Spike’s grin widened. “I read the textbook last night. Today’s all for ogling.”
Well, good for him. Kai rolled his eyes. Unlike Spike, who was nailing his tests and exams, Kai was still struggling with his schoolwork.
Time and again, he’d tried to get Spike to explain the theories of organic chemistry to him, but Spike’s affinity for the subject didn’t extend to teaching it.
Which was why Spike had gone to the professor for help, and why Kai still had multiple consultations scheduled with Davis through the whole of this week.
The midterms were coming up. Now that Kai had lost his scholarship, he needed his grades more than ever, so he could qualify for a scholarship next year. Otherwise, he and Spike would have to take out a loan. With two years of college left... That was a lot of debt.
No pressure, right?
Kai focused on the professor behind the podium. In front of a hundred students, Micah Davis looked tiny. He was dressed in his usual long-sleeved shirt and pants, clicking through his presentation slides as he talked.
It seemed like whenever Davis spoke about molecular bonds, he forgot to care about his scars. Davis waved his hands in the air, saying, “The activation energy needed for a substitution reaction is more than that for a condensation reaction. This means...”
It seemed like he even forgot about his hobble, when he drew diagrams on the screen to help explain what he meant.
Micah Davis loved what he taught—it was obvious in the brightness of his eyes, the frantic scribbling he did on his laptop screen.
Yeah, he was kind of cute.
“You’re smiling,” Spike whispered.
“I’m not,” Kai said.
“You so are.”
Kai wiped at his mouth, trying to tell if he really was smiling. Was he? While thinking about Davis?
Spike reached into his pocket, and pressed a folded-up bit of crinkly tissue into Kai’s palm. “Here, you give it to him.”
Kai shoved it back. “Your idea—you give it to him.”
“But we picked it out together,” Spike whispered. “You said black.”
Kai glared. “Only because white wouldn’t stand out on his skin.”
“You want to see it on him just as much as I do.” Spike wriggled his eyebrows.
“Doesn’t mean I have to hand it over.” Kai’s ears burned. He was just lusting after their professor. It wasn’t as though he had a years-long crush like Spike did.
“He’ll appreciate it, coming from you.” Spike nudged Kai. “You intimidate him a little bit.”
“Still?” Kai winced. He hadn’t meant to.
“You’re always so frowny and scowly. Yes.” Spike pushed the tissue back into Kai’s hand. “I’ll go with you. After the lecture.”
Kai swallowed. This gift... all it was, was an intent to fuck.
For the past week, Spike had taken nightly trips to the professor’s bedroom, returning with Davis’ gardenia and musk all over him. Kai had overheard a stray moan or two. Once, Spike had called Kai on his cell while he was fucking Micah, and he’d let Kai listen to their gasping over the phone.
Kai had gotten so hard at that. He’d jerked off, and when Spike had returned to their room, Spike been all smug smiles, telling Kai how eager the professor had been. How much Davis would’ve liked for Kai to join them.
It was insane, Spike fucking their professor. Kai had kept his hands off Davis. But time and again, he would remember Davis in the kitchen, Davis pinned beneath Spike, his musk flooding Kai’s lungs.
Maybe all I need is to fuck him once and for all. Get him out of my system.
It didn’t explain the random images of Micah Davis popping up in his head, all soft smiles, looking so disbelieving and delighted when Spike told him he was beautiful.
Spike knew how to make their professor smile. Somehow, that stuck in Kai’s mind. He wanted to know if he could make Davis smile, too.
I’m going insane. Probably Spike’s fault.
“Are you listening to the lecture?” Spike asked, with that shit-eating grin on his face. Kai wanted to wipe it off.
“Yeah,” Kai said.
“Liar,” Spike whispered, patting Kai’s leg. “It’s okay. I won’t judge you.”
You’re such a bastard. For a heartbeat, Kai wanted to grab Spike and... do something. Something violent.
Between all the thoughts about Davis, Spike had invaded Kai’s mind, looking upset. Or he would be grinning, or Kai would remember when a younger Spike had gazed at him with puppy eyes and said, Just one kiss? Please?
It didn’t help that Kai had woken up to Spike sprawled all over him this morning, Spike’s lips hot on Kai’s neck, his teeth scraping gently over Kai’s scent gland.
For a moment back there, something hot had twisted through Kai’s gut. Something that felt like need and yearning and dread.
Kai had thought Spike was about to bite him. He’d shoved Spike off, panicking. Except Spike hadn’t broken Kai’s skin, and Kai’s unmarked scent gland... had felt just a bit too bare.
Kai didn’t want to promise Spike anything, and end up hurting Spike. But he also didn’t want to lose Spike to Davis, either.
Guess this is what it feels like to be between a rock and a hard place.
Kai scowled, looking down at his blank notebook page. He’d forgotten to take down any notes on the lecture. Of all things, he’d been distracted by Spike. What the hell? I don’t even love him.
It didn’t explain the itch on Kai’s lips, that said, Kiss Spike. Mark him. Make him moan.
That kiss in the car last week... that had been impulsive. Kai told himself he’d done it because Spike needed it.
It had felt damn good, though. And it hadn’t even been sex. Kai wanted to do it again. Taste Spike. C
laim him.
I think I’m going crazy. Kai focused back on Micah Davis. And glanced at the professor’s flat belly. Davis had been pregnant for three weeks.
“Someday, we should get him something that’s for him or the baby,” Kai muttered. “So he doesn’t think all we want to do is fuck him.”
Spike’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead. “You mean, so he doesn’t think all you want to do is fuck him.”
Yeah, sometimes, Kai really hated his brother. Because Spike was absolutely right.
On impulse, Kai wrote in his notebook, Spike is an annoying bastard.
Spike leaned over for a peek. And his face fell, his shoulders sagging.
Shit. Kai struck the words out. “I didn’t mean that,” he muttered.
“Sure you did.”
There were people around them, classmates who knew Kai and Spike were stepbrothers. Kai bit his lip. He didn’t want to let Spike stay upset, not when it was his own damn fault. And Sorry wouldn’t cut it.
He needed to show Spike that he cared. Kai held his breath, took Spike’s arm, and laid it on his own fold-up table, palm facing up. Then he dug his nails into Spike’s skin; Spike’s eyes flickered with curiosity.
But the nails were just a distraction, something for any onlookers to see. The real apology—with his nails dragging down, Kai pressed his wrist against Spike’s forearm, and traced his own elm scent down Spike’s skin, marking him.
Spike sucked in a sharp breath.
“Believe me now?” Kai asked, his heart thumping nervously. He didn’t usually mark Spike, and he rarely did it in public. All the same, something in his chest said, Mine.
“Yeah,” Spike whispered, a smile flickering through his gaze. “You should do that more often.”
“Maybe I should,” Kai growled, thinking about Spike marked all over with elm, and how good he would smell.
Spike brightened; he wanted Kai’s scent on him. That was nothing new, except Kai’s stomach flipped. What was that about?
“That’s all for today’s lecture,” Micah Davis said, flipping to the last slide of his presentation. “Note down this week’s homework. If you have any additional questions, my consultation hours are on the screen.”
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