His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  He scrambled up to collect his books, pausing when he realized he either had to step over Kai’s legs, or around the table.

  Kai watched him. And the patter of rain filled the silence between them.

  “You were alone for a very long time,” Kai murmured.

  Micah breathed out, bowing his head. “I won’t deny that.”

  He thought Kai might shrug it off, except Kai took Micah’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “I’m not judging you. I’m here.”

  Micah’s heart missed a beat. “You... I don’t understand what you mean.”

  Kai dragged his lips across Micah’s knuckles. Was that a kiss that Kai brushed against his skin? “You’re strong, but you also need protection. And—”

  Lightning struck right outside the apartment, followed by a thunder crack so loud that the windows rattled. Micah jumped. Kai hissed, hunching over.

  “Fuck,” Kai said. “This is the wrong time for it.”

  Wrong time for what? Micah was about to ask, except he smelled it—musk billowed from Kai, heady and intense, the sort of heavy scent an alpha had when he went into a rut.

  Micah stared as Kai’s cock grew behind his pants, a thick, solid line, so large that the fabric of his pants stretched around it. Micah’s throat went dry.

  “How...?” Micah looked around. “I’m not in heat.”

  Kai dragged his hand over his face. His chest heaved. “Medical condition. I—I spring ruts every so often. Mostly the reason Spike and I fuck every day.”

  Was it possible? I guess it is. Micah glanced at Kai, unsure what he should do.

  “I should leave,” Kai muttered, struggling to his feet. “Spike’s gonna get home at some point. I can’t think about anything else like this. Not gonna pressure you.”

  Micah checked the time. It was still an hour until Spike was due to leave work. He imagined Kai curled up on his bed, desperate and ravenous, needing an omega. Or Spike.

  Warmth coiled through his body. Micah wet his lips, his pulse fluttering. Already, he could imagine Kai inside himself, pinning him down. “Will you hurt if you wait long?”

  Kai gritted his teeth. When he glanced over, Micah realized his pupils had blown wide, leaving a thin ring of gray around them. Kai’s musk reached into Micah’s body, lighting his nerves.

  “Yeah, it’ll hurt a little,” Kai muttered. “I’ll deal with it.”

  “I can—” Micah gulped, his decision made before he even knew it. “I can help.”

  Kai gave a strained growl, his hands trembling. “I’m violent when I get like this. You’re gonna get really fucking sore.”

  Gods, his smell—it was heady, intoxicating. Micah’s cock thickened; his hole grew slick.

  “I was fine the last time,” he whispered.

  “That’s ‘cuz Spike had you half the time.” Kai growled, palming his cock through his pants. “If I fuck you... I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

  Micah throbbed. So maybe he wanted that sort of violence, maybe he wanted to see what Kai was like, with no inhibitions.

  “So fuck me,” Micah whispered.

  “Fuck,” Kai rasped. He fumbled with his crutches. Micah limped closer to him, and Kai wrapped an arm around Micah’s waist, hauling him forward.

  Then he ground his cock against Micah’s front, its weight demanding, pushing an indent into Micah’s belly. Micah shivered.

  “You look so damn good,” Kai whispered, his gaze raking down Micah’s front, his hand slipping over Micah’s ass, grabbing him roughly between the legs.

  There was only one layer separating them. Micah’s slick had soaked through his briefs. Kai pushed his fingers between Micah’s cheeks, finding his entrance, touching him right there, the spot that betrayed his desire.

  Then Kai shoved a finger into Micah’s hole, fabric and all. Micah gasped, clenching around him.

  Kai groaned. “Fuck, Davis.”

  “Micah,” Micah whispered. “That’s my name.”

  “Micah,” Kai growled, his gaze burning Micah’s skin.

  Another jolt sizzled down Micah’s spine. “We can’t do this here,” Micah breathed, glancing at the hallway. York could step outside again. “Bedroom.”

  Kai panted, nodding for Micah to go ahead of him. Micah hobbled out of the living room. Kai caught up with him, grinding his cock against the small of Micah’s back. Micah dripped.

  He paused at his own door, except Kai nudged him forward. “My room.”

  Micah stumbled to the next room and fumbled with the doorknob, trembling with a maelstrom of emotions. Fear that York would open his door and find them, anticipation of taking Kai inside him, and need—pure, unadulterated need.

  He’d barely gotten the bedroom door open when Kai grasped his asscheeks through his briefs, spreading them open like he was going to fuck Micah right there. Micah’s breath punched out of him.

  He staggered into Kai’s room, pausing so his eyes could adjust to the dimness. It smelled like elm and juniper in here, and heavy musk. So much musk, as though Kai and Spike had been fucking just earlier today. Micah gulped.

  He’d never been alone with Kai, half-naked, his ass slick with how ready he was. Part of him felt embarrassed. The other part of him was so hard it hurt.

  Kai shut the door and nudged Micah over to the bed. Micah released his walking stick, his cock bumping against the edge of the mattress. Pleasure hissed through his body.

  Without waiting, Kai slid his fingers into the waistband of Micah’s briefs, and ripped them down his ass. A hot jolt speared through Micah’s insides. Kai stepped down on Micah’s briefs, shoving them to the floor.

  This left Micah bare between his legs, vulnerable to his alpha. His musk coiled through the air.

  “You’re hard for me,” Kai whispered, dragging his nose along Micah’s shoulder. “Gonna open you up.”

  Micah whined, pushing himself up onto tiptoes. Kai bent Micah over, grabbed his hips, and hauled his ass up, getting Micah ready to take his cock.

  Micah’s body tingled. His slick trickled down his inner thighs. There was nothing soft in Kai’s movements, nothing like Spike’s teasing.

  It was different, but also good.

  Kai shoved his covered cock against Micah’s ass, the fabric of his pants rough against Micah’s hole. Then Kai leaned in close, his breath hot on Micah’s ear.

  “This is how it’s gonna be,” Kai rasped, reaching around Micah to squeeze his cock. “If you wanna leave, you need to do it now.”

  The way Kai handled him—it was almost animal, except Micah trusted Kai with every bit of his life. He throbbed in Kai’s fist, blood coursing through his veins. “I’m not leaving.”

  “Fuck.” Kai groaned, pinning Micah against the bed. He anchored his knee on the mattress, holding Micah down with his hips.

  Over his shoulder, Micah glimpsed Kai ripping off his shirt, his pecs barely lit by the orange nightlight. Kai was beautiful, all toned muscles, his nipples dark, flat discs, his abs distinct angles and lines.

  Then Kai released Micah, kicking off his pants. Micah gulped at his muscular thighs, the V of his hips. And the thick jut of his cock, curved ever so wickedly, a smear of precome glistening at his tip.

  Micah whined. And reached behind himself, pulling his asscheeks open.

  Kai swore, pinning Micah down with a large hand on his back. Then Kai shoved his cock between Micah’s cheeks, grinding heavily against Micah’s sensitive hole, each thrust hungry, barely-restrained.

  “You look so good,” Kai rasped, rolling his hips, his cock smearing Micah’s slick between their skin. “So ready to take my cock.”

  And he grasped Micah’s cheeks with his callused fingers, spreading him until Micah’s hole opened. The cool air of the room slipped into Micah’s body. Micah shuddered, his cock jerking helplessly against the mattress.

  Having Spike touch him was one thing; Spike was utterly familiar with Micah’s body at this point. But Kai wasn’t. He could still find Micah lacking, now that his entire focus was
on Micah.

  Micah hid his face against the mattress, parting his legs to distract Kai.

  Kai’s breathing hitched. He grasped Micah’s good knee, hauling it up to spread him open. This exposed all of Micah’s intimate parts—his needy cock, his tight balls, his damp hole. Micah panted, his skin tingling.

  Then Kai hauled Micah up against himself so their hips bumped, and pressed two fingers right against Micah’s hole.

  Without waiting, Kai shoved them inside, all the way to his knuckles.

  Micah gasped at his sudden presence, his body opening around Kai. Kai’s fingers curled and twisted inside, learning Micah, finding that sweet spot, and shoving down hard on it. Pleasure rocked through Micah’s body.

  Micah shuddered, jerking against Kai, his cock pulsing so hard he couldn’t think. “K-Kai!”

  “Fuck,” Kai whispered, pressing down on that spot again, roughly, so Micah jerked. “So damn tight.”

  Kai ground his cock against the crease of Micah’s leg, quick snaps of his hips that left no doubt how he’d fuck Micah the moment he got inside. Micah dripped, his throat so filled with need that he couldn’t speak.

  Each thrust of Kai’s fingers brought Micah closer to the edge. Kai leaned in close to Micah’s back, his cock slippery against Micah’s thigh, his fingers grinding deep inside.

  “I wanna hear you come,” Kai rasped, shoving down against Micah’s prostate with toe-curling accuracy. “Then I’m gonna open you up. Fill you with my cock. You want that, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Micah wheezed, his cock aching. He reached down for it, except Kai grabbed Micah’s arm, pinning it against his back.

  “Don’t touch,” Kai whispered, his musk thick in the air. “You’ll come because of me.”

  He drove his fingers into Micah, over and over, until Micah shook uncontrollably, leaking around Kai’s fingers, his cock grinding against the precome-soaked sheets.

  Pleasure lanced through Micah’s body then, bright white and blinding. Micah spurted onto the bed, crying out loud.

  “Quiet,” Kai hissed, even as he fucked Micah with his fingers, squeezing every last drop of come out of him.

  “C-can’t,” Micah gasped, writhing. Kai felt like bliss.

  Kai growled, pulling his fingers out of Micah’s ass, leaving him empty. When Micah turned to protest, he found Kai wiping Micah’s slick onto his cock, lubing himself up. Then he reached over and hooked his fingers into Micah’s shirt, shoving it up Micah’s chest.

  “Off,” Kai said.

  Without leverage, Micah fumbled to get it off. When he managed to, Kai shoved the shirt against Micah’s lips, pushing it into Micah’s mouth. It soaked up the moisture from Micah’s tongue.

  “Bite down,” Kai growled. “This is just the start.”

  Micah whimpered, trembling. His hole already felt thoroughly-fucked; what would it be like with Kai’s cock?

  Kai curled his fingers around Micah’s hips, dragging Micah up and off the bed, closer to himself. Then he reached under Micah, where the dregs of Micah’s come had puddled on the drenched sheets. Kai scooped up what he could. And stroked it down his own cock, mixing it with his precome, and Micah’s slick.

  Micah’s face burned. Kai breathed out shakily, licking his lips, his gaze raking hot down Micah’s body.

  “Is this how you fuck Spike?” Micah groaned around his shirt.

  Kai flashed a hungry smile. “Kinda. I fight with him in bed.”

  “You aren’t... fighting with me.”

  “Was prepping you up. You haven’t taken my cock for a whole fuck before.” Kai’s gaze darkened. “I was trying to be gentle. That’s gonna stop now.”

  Micah’s insides grew hot. That was Kai being gentle?

  “How... how are you like when you’re not gentle?” Micah rasped, angling his ass up at Kai, needing to know.

  Kai growled low in his throat, sliding his thumb down between Micah’s cheeks, that singular touch drawing every ounce of Micah’s attention. “You’re gonna scream,” Kai whispered, climbing onto the mattress with sleek, purposeful moves, like a predator. “Bite down on that shirt.”

  Micah’s body flooded with heat. Kai grasped Micah’s hips and yanked him back, so Micah bumped against his thighs. Kai ground his cock against Micah’s hole, dipping his fingers inside. He spread Micah’s slick all over his length, his breathing uneven, his hips jerking forward.

  Micah gasped. Kai lifted his cock off Micah’s body, spitting.

  Something warm and wet slid down Micah’s ass, trickling all the way to his hole. And Kai let his cock press back down, its sheer width keeping Micah’s cheeks spread.

  “Gonna open you,” Kai whispered, rocking his hips. His balls tapped against Micah’s sac. “Gonna fill you with my come.”

  Micah groaned and writhed; Kai swore. He shoved Micah forward and pinned him down, Micah’s face and shoulders pressed against the mattress. Then Kai rocked his hips against Micah’s ass, hard, forceful thrusts that jerked Micah forward.

  There was being pinned by an alpha, and then there was Kai Ventura with his broad chest against your back, his thick cock sliding between your asscheeks, his callused fingers circling your cock and balls, as though he owned all of you.

  “Sure you want this,” Kai breathed, his hips rocking sweetly against Micah. “Not gonna stop when I get inside.”

  “Don’t stop,” Micah begged around his shirt, trying to angle his body so Kai would push inside him. “Kai, please.”

  Kai snarled, wrapping his arm around Micah’s waist. With his other hand, he wedged his tip against Micah’s hole.

  Then he snapped his hips, his cock plunging into Micah, blunt and thick. In the next breath, Kai hauled Micah down onto his cock, cramming every single inch into Micah’s body.

  Micah wheezed. Kai’s cock dragged through his insides, sending a jolt down his nerves. And yet Kai didn’t stop there—he anchored his palm against Micah’s shoulder and fucked in hard, every thrust rocking Micah forward, opening Micah’s ass so there was no part of him Kai hadn’t touched.

  Was this how Kai claimed his brother, too?

  “K-Kai,” Micah gasped, scrabbling against the sheets.

  “Gonna fuck you raw,” Kai growled, snapping his hips up. His curved cock ground hard against Micah’s prostate; Micah cried out, throbbing.

  Kai trembled at the sound, his breath rushing hot into Micah’s hair. Then he fucked into Micah so hard that Micah skidded forward by an inch. Kai hauled Micah back and pulled Micah down onto his own cock, forcing Micah to open wider around him, where his cock flared to meet his body.

  Somehow, Micah’s cock thickened. How am I hard again?

  Kai stroked his palm down Micah’s chest, then his belly, finding Micah’s cock full for him. He rumbled, pleased. Then he tightened his fist around Micah’s cock, holding it still. What...?

  When Kai plunged into Micah again, he shoved Micah forward, so Micah’s cock fucked into Kai’s fist, his foreskin catching against Kai’s fingers, his bare, sensitive tip pushing out past the tightness of Kai’s grip, shameless and hungry.

  Micah shuddered; Kai snarled, fucking him deeper, his cock grinding just right against Micah’s sweetest spot. Micah dripped, the pleasure too much to bear. And yet Kai didn’t hold him tightly enough; he did it just so Micah would shake with pleasure, held back from the edge.

  “P-please,” Micah sobbed, trembling in Kai’s arms, reaching down to touch his own cock. “M-more!”

  Kai caught Micah’s hand, holding it away from his cock. Then he shoved Micah down and fucked viciously into him, his cock a heavy, unyielding force inside Micah, winding up Micah’s hunger until he writhed and shoved himself at Kai, his second release swelling inside him.

  “I c-can’t hold on,” Micah gasped around his shirt, his cock pulsing in Kai’s fist, his body trembling with how much pleasure Kai fucked into him. It was too much. “K-Kai—”

  “Fucking take it,” Kai growled, pressing his palm against Micah’s belly,
so Micah’s insides shifted and Kai’s cock hit him just right.

  Micah spurted a second time, choking on his moan. Kai thrust deep inside him a couple times, then flipped them over, sitting up so Micah was forced to sit along with him.

  Micah sagged against Kai, panting through his climax. He couldn’t think. Could only feel Kai’s warmth around him, holding him down.

  When his thoughts cleared, he found his own come trickling down his cock, sticky and lewd, his tip flushed a dark red.

  Kai’s made me come twice. And he’s not done yet.

  Micah trembled, his limbs boneless, his chest heaving. Kai growled against his back, dragging his sharp teeth against Micah’s shoulder, biting just hard enough that pleasure and pain whispered through Micah’s skin.

  The bedroom door opened.

  Micah froze. And Spike stepped into the room, his eyes dark, a hard line in his pants.

  19

  Kai

  Kai hesitated, his pulse pounding, his cock throbbing in the slippery snugness of Davis’ body. Spike found us.

  Spike met his eyes and shut the door, locking it. The sound hissed sweetly down Kai’s spine.

  “You left a whole ton of musk outside,” Spike rasped. “Smelled you and Micah. I erased your trail.”

  Kai kept silent. Before this, Davis—Micah—had really been Spike’s. Spike fucked Micah nightly. He was the one who got all handsy with this omega. Kai had thought of Micah as Spike’s, saying he didn’t feel anything for their professor.

  So having Spike walk in on Kai fucking his omega... it sent a hot flush up Kai’s neck.

  “Spike,” Micah mumbled, reaching down to cover his cock.

  On instinct, Kai caught Micah’s hands, holding them away from his groin. And it paid off, when Spike’s gaze raked down Micah’s body, lingering on his come-covered cock.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Spike whispered, stepping over to the bed. He anchored his palms on Micah’s thighs, leaned in, and took Micah’s cock into his mouth, sucking off his come. Then he rolled it across his tongue, and swallowed.

  The sight made Kai pulse.

  Spike crowded close, taking the bunched shirt out of Micah’s mouth. Then he slanted his mouth over Micah’s lips in a deep, lewd kiss.