His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  “Hate me all you want,” Kai said, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”

  Spike sucked in a shuddering breath. Then his eyes glittered with tears, and he pressed his face into Kai’s neck, his shoulders shaking. Wetness trickled onto Kai’s skin.

  Kai hugged him the tightest he’d ever hugged. Couldn’t pull Spike closer. He wanted them to fuse together, so Spike would know the horror and fear Kai had felt, the guilt and shame and loneliness.

  “I missed you,” Kai rasped into Spike’s ear, pulling hard on Spike’s hair. “You could’ve fucking died, you idiot.”

  “You weren’t here, damn you,” Spike growled back, except his arms had gone around Kai’s back, and he was squeezing Kai so hard Kai couldn’t breathe. “They fucking attacked Micah and there was this guy who stepped in and he looked like you, and—and they slammed him into the wall.”

  Kai wasn’t sure if he was happy that Spike felt so much for a random guy. Except he had looked like Kai. And the fact remained that Spike cared, that Spike was hugging him instead of shoving him away.

  Spike trembled in his arms. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” Spike said brokenly. “Or Micah.”

  Kai’s heart splintered. “I love you,” he said fiercely in Spike’s ear. “I love you both, and nothing will ever make me stop loving you.”

  “As my alpha?” Spike sucked in a shuddering breath, hope glimmering in his eyes.

  “Yeah. If—” Kai swallowed hard “—If you’ll have me.”

  Spike whimpered, nuzzling up Kai’s neck. Then he kissed Kai, fierce and possessive, and Kai kissed him back, relief unfurling in his chest, sweeping away the last of his worries.

  “Mine,” Kai growled, dragging his wrist down Spike’s nape, and down his back. He kissed Spike until they were both breathless, and all of Spike smelled like elm—wherever Kai could reach without letting him go.

  He’d missed Spike, too. More than Micah, even, because he’d lost Spike ever since the day he’d left Meadowfall. “I never stopped thinking about you,” Kai muttered against his lips, even as Spike shoved his tongue into Kai’s mouth. “I wanted... I wanted the money so I could get you a house.”

  Spike sucked in a sharp breath, pulling away, staring at Kai with wide, wet eyes. “A... house?”

  Kai nodded, reaching up to brush Spike’s tears away. “The way I saw it, if I ever made the major league, I’d make enough to buy both you and Mom a house. And you’d never be homeless again.”

  Spike stared. And then a smile crinkled his eyes, and he was laughing through his tears, scrubbing them off with his hand. “I hate you,” Spike said, except he was leaning in, dragging his nose against Kai’s cheek, raking his nails down the back of Kai’s neck. “You should’ve fucking told me.”

  “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Kai flushed, looking away. So much for that.

  “I want you more than that surprise.” Spike kissed him again, smiling now. “Don’t ever fucking keep secrets like that from me again.”

  “Even if it’s for you?” Kai asked.

  Spike scowled. “Even then. No secrets.”

  Kai breathed out. If that was what it took to keep Spike close, then he’d gladly do it. “I promise.”

  Spike broke into a smile. When Micah came to sit next to them, there was a relieved smile on his face, too. Kai didn’t think there could be a better sight in the entire world.

  “I love you both,” Spike said, reaching for Micah.

  And suddenly Micah was there, pressed up with Spike and Kai, small and warm and beautiful. Kai scooted back, hauling Micah up onto Spike’s lap, too. Then he pulled both of them into a hug, pressing his forehead against Micah’s cheek, stroking his palm down Micah’s belly. Having both his alpha and his omega close, having them safe... it made Kai’s instincts calm in his chest.

  Micah sucked in a surprised breath, glancing at Kai’s hand on his belly. “The baby...”

  “I’ll be the baby’s dad,” Kai said, meeting both their gazes. “Anything to make you happy.”

  Delight bloomed through Micah’s face. “But are you sure about it?”

  Kai shrugged, peeling up Micah’s shirt to look at his belly. Red stretch marks lined Micah’s skin. When Kai pressed his palm to Micah’s belly, something inside kicked.

  Kai held his breath. There was something—someone—alive in there. A tiny person.

  Micah smiled. “You felt her, didn’t you? That’s your daughter.”

  My daughter. Kai couldn’t wrap his mind around it. “You sure the pregnancy... it’ll go okay?”

  At that, a shadow flickered through Spike and Micah’s faces. “Dr. Smith said there’s still a risk of birth complications,” Micah said slowly. “We’ve been looking on the bright side.”

  “Gods.” The implications of that made his stomach twist. He pulled his hand away from Micah’s belly, unwilling to linger on those possibilities. “How long until you can go home?”

  “I have to be here twenty-four hours for observation,” Spike said, a slow gleam building in his eyes. “Why? When do you have to be back?”

  “Before Thursday.” Kai stroked Micah’s back, squeezing Spike’s calf. “But I was thinking about quitting.”

  “No,” Spike and Micah said at the same time.

  Micah, Kai could understand. But Spike? He frowned. “I thought you didn’t want me to leave.”

  Spike chewed on his lip, hesitantly meeting Kai’s gaze. “I thought about it,” he mumbled. “I was being selfish. That’s your dream.”

  “But it’s also my dream to be here. With both of you.” Kai blushed, holding their gazes. “Home is with you.”

  “Are you sure you can leave that kind of pay?” Spike looked at Kai, and a million words passed between them. Because as much as Spike wanted Kai to stay in Meadowfall, Kai knew Spike would appreciate the extra cash, the safety net to catch them in case they fell.

  “You didn’t look so great over the video calls,” Micah said in concern, stroking Kai’s cheek.

  Kai flushed harder. “I was jealous,” he muttered. “‘Cuz Spike was all over you and the baby, and I was just... there.”

  Spike smiled, and this time, mischief gleamed in his eyes. “So Kai wants some sweet lovin’ all to himself.”

  “Can’t say I don’t.” Kai looked away. It had been a while. And being here with them, smelling their scents... it was hard not to want to curl up between Spike and Micah, so he knew for sure that they wanted him here.

  “What if we go to Colorado with you?” Micah asked, kissing Kai on the lips. “To your games?”

  Kai’s heart skipped. All this time, he’d played knowing that Spike and Micah weren’t tuning in to many of the games—at least, not live. But if they were there, if they were watching him...

  Somehow, that excitement presented itself as musk billowing from his skin, his blood swooping between his legs. Kai swallowed. Micah gasped, and Spike growled, reaching across Micah to squeeze Kai’s cock. Kai rocked into his palm, his cock growing.

  He’d missed this, too. Missed Spike touching him, Micah with that dark, hungry look in his eyes.

  “I can’t wait to get home,” Micah whispered, slipping his hand beneath Kai’s shirt, caressing his abs. Then he moaned, dragging his palm up Kai’s front. “Spike, you haven’t—you should feel this.”

  “Yeah?” Spike rumbled, pulling Kai’s shirt up.

  Kai had been working out more over the past months, getting himself fit enough to match the NBA’s standards. Core strength, cardio, and all that. He’d been okay with the changes in his body, but it wasn’t until Spike’s gaze landed on Kai’s abs, and he all but shoved Kai’s shirt up his chest, that Kai truly understood why he’d been working out so much.

  “Fuck me,” Spike whispered, his eyes raking down Kai’s chest. “I didn’t know you were hiding this under your clothes.”

  Kai’s nipples tingled. Yeah, his pecs were more pronounced now, his abs more defined, all the way to the V of his hips. It wasn
’t like Kai had looked bad before.

  “You weren’t asking him to strip over video,” Micah answered, looking pointedly at Spike.

  And now Kai’s cock was so hard, it could pierce his pants. “How long until we can get Spike alone?” Kai asked.

  Micah glanced toward the room door. “I promised the nurse we’d be good. Otherwise we’d be kicked out.”

  Kai groaned, cupping Spike’s hand to hold him there, before rutting into his palm. “Wanna get you home.”

  “That’ll be another twenty hours,” Spike muttered, squeezing Kai’s cock through his pants. “Kai feels damn good. Maybe if I get him off—”

  “No.” Micah frowned, even as he licked his lips. “Or Kai has to step outside. And I’d much rather be here the rest of the night, Spike. You know that.”

  Spike fought down a groan; Kai felt the exact same way. He slipped his hands between Micah’s thighs, just so he and Spike could see the way Micah’s eyelids fluttered shut. Micah caught his hand, his teeth gritted. “Not right now, Kai. Or else.”

  Then he angled a look at Kai, all fierce and threatening, except that only made Kai throb.

  “Fuck, Micah’s hot,” Spike whispered, a bulge growing in his hospital-issue pants.

  Gods, Kai didn’t know how they’d survive until they got home.

  40

  Kai

  They barely made it through the apartment door. Not Micah’s, but the apartment next door, the one Spike had rented when Micah had sent him away.

  “I didn’t think... you’d been living next door for the past two weeks,” Micah said with a huff of laughter.

  Spike grinned, ushering Micah toward the bedrooms. “How else do you think I was following you around? I had to keep an eye on you.”

  Micah laughed for real, a bright sound that sat warm in Kai’s heart.

  Spike dragged his hands down Micah’s chest, stripping Micah’s shirt easily. Then he met Kai’s eyes, and nudged Micah toward Kai. “Take Micah. I’ll be right back.”

  Spike darted into the bedroom. Micah turned his dark, hungry gaze on Kai. And Kai felt wanted, felt needed. He closed the distance between them, stroking Micah’s nipples so they hardened into little pebbles beneath his thumbs. Micah trembled, tiptoeing to offer his lips.

  Kai kissed him, sliding into Micah’s mouth, claiming that space inside him. Mine.

  Micah’s breath puffed hot against Kai’s skin, his nails biting into Kai’s biceps, his musk filling Kai’s lungs. There was so much desire in him, and Kai wanted him to tremble and scream.

  “Feel good?” Kai growled, reaching down to squeeze the hard line in Micah’s pants. Micah gasped and jerked, shoving his covered cock against Kai’s hand. Kai wanted to pin him against the wall, shove his pants down, and open his ass.

  “Tingles,” Micah breathed, pushing his chest up at Kai.

  The past day had been torture. After they’d all made up, they’d spent the past twenty hours kissing. Making out. Sneaking in gropes, until Micah told them to stop before the nurse really kicked them out of the room.

  Kai had been nursing an erection on and off all day, and it was a miracle he hadn’t gone into a rut yet. Not that he’d remembered to bring along that silicone tube, and not that he’d want to touch that thing, now that he had both Spike and Micah with him.

  Spike emerged from the bedroom a while later, tucking a scrap of black material into Micah’s hand. “Put this on. Kai’ll go wild once he sees it, but I want you all dressed up again. Let us strip you.”

  “Fuck,” Kai breathed, his cock straining behind his pants. He wanted to rip Micah’s clothes off. But knowing that there was a treasure beneath his clothes? Finding their omega wrapped in a bow? His balls pulled up tight, eager to fill Micah with come.

  Micah groaned and pulled unwillingly out of Kai’s arms, shutting the bathroom door behind himself.

  Spike whirled around on Kai, grabbing his arm. “C’mon.”

  “Thought you just wanted to see him in a nice thing,” Kai said, following.

  Spike smirked. “I have plans.”

  Now that they’d made up, Spike was at ease with Kai once more, stroking Kai’s arm, his gaze coasting appreciatively down Kai’s chest.

  Kai would never take this for granted again. He let Spike drag him to the bedroom, where their bed was, smelling like juniper. Spike caught him staring.

  “It’s gonna smell like us again.” Spike grinned, doing a happy dance. “I want come-stained sheets. I want to fuck your scent into our bed. I want to hear you fucking scream, Kai.”

  Kai growled, yanking open his pants so it wasn’t squeezing the life out of him. His cock shoved out, tenting his boxers. Spike grabbed Kai’s cock, his hand hot through the thin cotton.

  “Gods, I love your cock,” Spike rumbled.

  Kai snorted. “If I didn’t know you love me...”

  “‘Course I do.” Spike smiled then, and it lit Kai’s heart even further. “You never had to doubt that.”

  Then he pulled Kai in for a kiss, a scorching, ferocious, biting kiss that was brother-to-brother, alpha-to-alpha. Kai savored his alpha, Spike sharing himself, swirling his fingers around Kai’s cock, in that aggravating way that made Kai ache twice as hard.

  Kai thrust into Spike’s fist, reaching up so he could grab Spike, bend him over—

  Spike released him and stepped away.

  “First, I wanna dance for Micah.” Spike opened the tall drawers, grabbing a handful of scarlet fabric from its depths. “Remember this?”

  Of course Kai remembered. Last Christmas, shortly before they’d gotten into this thing with Micah, Spike had signed them up to do a holiday dance at a bar downtown, the Wine Shack. Kai had been a backup dancer—he wasn’t that interested in dancing, and he’d never been called down for a performance. But he had his own skirt, and he knew most of the moves by heart.

  “Might be kinda rusty now,” Kai said, Spike’s plan making him smile anyway. Yeah, Micah would enjoy this.

  “Just pop your hips. Micah’s not gonna care if our timing’s off.” Spike’s eyes darkened. “Show him some of that cock. He’ll beg to climb onto you.”

  Kai wanted that. Wanted to squeeze himself into that tight pucker of Micah’s hole, and see that moment of aroused shock as Micah took every single inch, all at once.

  Kai tossed his shirt aside, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. “Don’t think I can keep the skirt down.”

  “I wasn’t asking you to.” Spike licked his lips, watching Kai strip. Then he strolled over and cupped Kai’s balls in his palm. Spike’s warmth went right into Kai’s body, and Kai’s cock jerked, precome beading at his tip.

  Without warning, Spike knelt, taking Kai’s cock into his hot, damp mouth. Kai swore, his hips snapping up, his cock shoving a couple inches deeper. Spike grunted, but he sucked harder, and Kai couldn’t help grabbing Spike by the hair, thrusting into his brother’s mouth, slow and steady, claiming him inside.

  He loved seeing the outline of his tip behind Spike’s cheek, he loved seeing Spike’s lips stretched around him, taking his cock. More than that, he loved having Spike this close, Spike treating Kai as his alpha. Mine, mine, mine.

  “Fuck,” Kai hissed, his cock throbbing so hard, he had to pull out so he didn’t lose control. Wasn’t gonna pin Spike right now. Maybe later.

  “I’ll do the fucking,” Spike said, his eyes dark. “Been a while since I claimed your ass. Punish you a little for leaving.”

  Spike wasn’t going gentle, then. Kai’s hole squeezed; he groaned, remembering the thrust of Spike’s thick cock inside him. “All yours.”

  Spike growled, pumping his own cock. He always looked good, his pecs defined, his abs solid, his cock thick as it sought to burrow itself inside a hot, tight hole. Micah’s, or Kai’s. Kai pulled Spike to his feet, grabbing Spike’s warm, smooth cock. “You gonna fuck Micah, too?”

  Spike grinned, thrusting into Kai’s fist. “Who knows? I figure we’ll share him and each other until we’
re completely spent. And then we’ll do it again.”

  Until they all smelled like each other, and there wasn’t a doubt who belonged to who anymore. Kai grinned, taking the skirt Spike handed him.

  It wasn’t actually a skirt. Just a rectangle of cloth that Kai wrapped around his hips and tied off at the back. It would have fallen to mid-thigh... had Kai not been hard. As it was, he had to push his cock down, and fix his skirt. Spike smoothed his hot palm over Kai’s bulge, patting it.

  Then he stripped and tied on his own skirt, and Kai admired the silky cloth barely clinging to his brother’s hips, Spike’s strong thighs flexing behind the material, his cock a thick, gleaming line behind the satin.

  There came a knock on the door. Spike turned to Kai, and Kai couldn’t help his grin.

  “One sec,” Spike said, reaching for his phone. He pulled up the song for the dance—a rumbling, fast-paced track that was all about sex. “Okay, we’re ready.”

  The door opened. Micah stepped into the room, back in his thin shirt and clinging pants. There was a pair of briefs in his hand, though, and for a moment, Kai imagined him wearing nothing under those pants. His cock jerked eagerly.

  Micah had frozen in the doorway, staring. “Oh, gods,” he breathed, sagging bonelessly against the doorjamb. His gaze raked over Kai and Spike, and the bulge between his legs thickened.

  “York said you liked this dance,” Spike said, hitting the play button on the song. “So here’s a private performance.”

  He tossed the phone on the bed, stepping back next to Kai. As the music filled the room, Kai followed his brother’s moves—stretching his arms out, raising them above his head so his biceps flexed. Then he rolled his hips, and Micah’s gaze dragged down their bodies, flicking between Spike and Kai, his musk spreading through the room.

  It was a track by the Phantom Growls, and the alpha singer sang about spreading someone open, filling them up. Kai thrust his hips, watching from the corner of his eye as Spike’s cock lifted his skirt up completely, so Micah caught a glimpse of that thick length. Micah whimpered.