His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  “Micah,” Spike growled, savoring the name as it rolled across his tongue.

  “Micah,” Kai murmured in Micah’s ear.

  Micah’s heart quickened. This was wrong, but it felt so right.

  Spike raked his gaze down Micah’s body. Micah was tempted to cover his hard cock, but it was still behind his shorts, and Kai and Spike knew he was hard, anyway.

  “Hold Micah up, Kai. Need to get my cock out.”

  Micah dripped. He’s fucking me now?

  Kai caught Micah’s thighs and opened his legs wide, supporting Micah against his chest. Micah’s feet dangled at his sides, his ass spread open, covered by the thin fabric of his shorts. Spike stepped back.

  In the dim light of the bedroom, Micah watched as Spike undid his pants, shoving down his waistband so his cock slipped out. Spike’s cock was a little different from Kai’s—Kai’s was longer, curved, and Spike’s was just a little shorter, just a little thicker. They were both far bigger than Micah, though. Hungry. Delicious.

  Micah squirmed, flushing when Spike watched his reaction with a slow smile. Then Spike reached down, cupping Micah’s cock through his shorts.

  Micah jerked against him. Spike’s touching my cock. Spike groaned.

  Kai rumbled, his heart pounding against Micah’s back. “What’s it feel like?”

  “He’s so hard, Kai. He’s so fucking hungry.”

  Spike met his eyes; Micah felt naked beneath his gaze. Behind, Kai growled, his musk rolling through the air.

  Then Spike raked his eyes over Micah’s body, and licked his lips. “We haven’t seen all of you.”

  For a moment, Micah panicked. “A-all of me?”

  Spike paused, thumbing down Micah’s balls. “You don’t wanna?”

  Micah looked away, nervous again. What if they couldn’t stand the sight of him, and called this off? “I don’t want to take my clothes off. But you can—” he gulped “—But you can enter my body.”

  That felt so incriminating.

  Spike’s pupils blew wider yet, until his iris was a thin ring of brown. Behind Micah, Kai’s breathing turned uneven.

  “F-fuck. Okay,” Spike panted. “How about we just slide your shorts off a little bit? Like this.”

  He curled his warm fingers into Micah’s waistband, tugging on it so it slid down the curve of his ass, leaving Micah’s hole open to the air. Then Spike pulled down the front of Micah’s shorts, letting Micah’s cock jut up between them.

  Micah would always be grateful that his cock hadn’t been scarred. That was the thought he clung onto, instead of My students are looking at my cock.

  “That’s hot,” Kai rasped, his musk wafting around Micah.

  Spike’s gaze left Micah’s cock tingling. He tucked Micah’s waistband under his sac, then curled his fingers lightly around Micah’s head, where his tip had pushed past his foreskin, desperate for touch.

  “I didn’t know you had foreskin,” Spike whispered, admiring. He slid Micah’s skin down to expose his tip, then back up, hiding it. Then he ground just under Micah’s head, and a jolt of pleasure seared up Micah’s spine. Micah choked on his moan.

  Both alphas growled, watching him. Spike pumped Micah’s cock, tightening his fist, until Micah writhed against Kai, his cock aching, his precome trickling down the side of Spike’s fist.

  Spike leaned in, licking it off his fingers. Then, his soft, damp tongue brushed up the side of Micah’s cock, and Micah cried out, throbbing in his fist.

  “Gods,” Kai panted, his precome soaking into Micah’s shirt.

  “Tastes good,” Spike whispered. “Salty. You should taste him, too.”

  “Can’t when I’m holding him up.”

  Micah’s face scorched. They were talking about tasting him like it was an ordinary thing, like it was okay to lick your professor’s cock while you held his legs open. Micah dripped; Spike gathered his precome with his tongue. Then he straightened, leaned over Micah’s shoulder, and hauled Kai in for a kiss.

  Spike shoved his tongue into Kai’s mouth. Micah’s cock throbbed at the sight. Except that wasn’t all—Kai sucked Micah’s precome off Spike’s tongue, savoring it. Then he groaned, his cock jerking against Micah’s back, eager to slide into him.

  They want me. Micah panted, reaching down to stroke himself. Spike nudged his hand away.

  “Mine,” Spike whispered fiercely. “I want to make you come tonight.”

  Micah whimpered, ashamed by his own need.

  Both alphas noticed. Kai pulled Micah’s legs open wider. Spike closed his hot, firm fist around Micah’s cock, tugging on him, leaning in to take Micah’s tip into his mouth.

  Pleasure coursed through his veins; Micah trembled, every movement another exquisite brush against Kai’s strong chest. And Spike sucked down Micah’s entire cock, groaning like he’d just tasted his favorite food.

  Micah blushed. He’s tasting me. And he likes it.

  Spike pulled Micah’s foreskin down to expose his tip. Then he gave that sensitive flesh a lewd kiss, swirling his tongue around it, closing his lips around Micah’s head, sucking it deep into his mouth. The pleasure was too much.

  Micah almost came right then. Except Spike pulled away, leaving Micah flushed and needy, his cock pulsing.

  Micah thrashed. Kai held him open, biting lightly into his shoulder.

  “Not done with you yet,” Kai growled.

  “Y-you’re not?” Micah caught his breath, watching as a slow smirk crept up Spike’s lips.

  “I’ve been waiting so long to touch you,” Spike murmured, slipping his hand under Micah’s shirt. “And if this is the only time I ever get to fuck you, I want to savor it.”

  Micah stared, the warmth of Spike’s hand branding into his belly. “M-me?”

  “Yeah.” Spike’s gaze bore into him. Then he stroked up Micah’s belly. “Can I touch? I promise not to look.”

  “I-I guess you can.” Micah trembled. Kai hefted Micah up higher, keeping his legs spread open. And Spike leaned in, sniffing down Micah’s chest.

  He swept his hand up Micah’s front, his fingertips brushing both smooth skin, and the mottled scars. Micah expected him to pull away, except Spike found his nipples, thumbing the one on his scarred side. It hardened and tingled; Spike’s eyes gleamed.

  Micah bit his lip.

  “You’re beautiful,” Spike whispered. And he stroked down all of Micah’s front, down both the scars and the unblemished skin, his touch careful, hungry.

  Then he closed his mouth around Micah’s hard nipple, licking him through his shirt.

  Micah gasped, his cock jerking at Spike’s attention.

  “I wanna taste,” Kai rumbled, his hands tightening around Micah’s thighs.

  “Switch with me,” Spike growled. “I want to touch Micah’s ass.”

  Micah’s hole squeezed. I’m going to hell after this, he thought.

  Scarcely had Kai let him down onto the floor, when Spike turned Micah around so he faced Kai. Micah froze. He’d never stood face-to-face with Kai before today. And now they were both half-naked, cocks out, hard for each other.

  Kai brushed his fingers through Micah’s hair, his touch careful. Then he tipped Micah’s head up, slanting his lips over Micah’s.

  This time, Micah was prepared for Kai’s entrance. Kai swept his tongue into Micah’s mouth, tasting faintly like precome. Micah’s precome. Micah moaned. Behind him, Spike fitted his cock between Micah’s asscheeks, groaning.

  “You’re so wet,” Spike breathed, his cock sliding against Micah’s hole, keeping his cheeks apart with its sheer thickness. “I want to hear you when I slide inside. I want to give you my cock.”

  Micah’s breath puffed into Kai’s mouth. He ground down against Spike, his hole far too empty. “Please.”

  And Kai reached around, grasping Micah’s cheeks, spreading him open for Spike. Micah’s face grew hot. Cool air brushed his hole. Then Spike’s cock ground against him, heavy and hot. “All mine,” Spike growled.

 
; Micah whimpered; Kai’s kiss turned ferocious.

  “Gods, Kai. Micah.” Spike’s breath rushed against Micah’s shoulder. Then he sniffed over to Micah’s scent gland, closing his mouth around it.

  Pleasure hissed down Micah’s spine. He jerked; Spike’s teeth dragged against that sensitive spot. Then his tip nudged against Micah’s hole, and he shoved Micah and Kai against the door, so their cocks ground against each other, smooth and silky and so very sinful.

  Kai swore; Micah panted, leaking onto both alphas. Spike’s going to fuck me.

  “Last chance,” Spike growled, his blunt tip nudging against Micah’s hole. “I’m gonna slide in.”

  Micah’s slick trickled onto Spike’s cock. “Please,” he begged, angling his ass up, desperate now. He needed someone inside him. He needed to come.

  Spike rolled his hips, pushing his slippery tip into Micah, spreading him open. After so long without an alpha... Spike’s cock felt like Micah had come home to something he’d forgotten he needed.

  “Gods, fuck.” Spike eased inside, stretching Micah inch by inch, his breaths rasping against Micah’s skin. “You’re so tight. It’s like I’m your very first alpha.”

  Micah moaned; Kai swallowed it, thrusting his tongue into Micah’s mouth, one hand slipping between them to stroke Micah’s cock.

  Spike fucked into Micah, his cock a delicious weight. He shoved Micah forward with his thrusts, pushing Micah’s cock against Kai’s hand. Micah scrabbled against Kai, the pleasure almost too much.

  “Wanna hear you scream,” Kai growled against Micah’s lips. Then he took Micah’s hand and thrust his own cock against Micah’s palm, smearing his precome across Micah’s skin. Micah whined, his body stretching open around Spike, his balls pulling tight.

  He had Spike’s cock, but there was also Kai’s. Was he going to take them both?

  “I need—” he gasped, panting when Spike slid out once, then fucked back in, fitting every inch of his cock into Micah’s body. Pleasure buzzed down his nerves. “Ah!”

  “Gods, Kai, you need to—” Spike’s breath shuddered out of him. He thrust back into Micah, his grip tightening around Micah’s hips, his musk swelling around them. “You need to—to get in here. Micah feels so good.”

  Micah’s thoughts fled. He couldn’t think. Could only hold onto Kai’s cock as he trembled between the two alphas, Spike snapping his hips, grinding against Micah’s prostate.

  “When d’you want me inside?” Kai rumbled, grabbing Spike by the ass. Then he pulled Spike closer, so Spike’s hips shoved up against Micah’s, and he was balls-deep inside, filling Micah up. Micah cried out, sandwiched between their chests, his own cock about to burst.

  “So fucking good,” Spike hissed. “We take turns.”

  Then he pulled out of Micah’s body, leaving him empty. Micah whined, his hole squeezing around empty air. But Spike turned him around.

  “I want to see your face when you take Kai’s cock,” Spike whispered, his gaze intent. “Kai, fuck Micah.”

  Kai didn’t have to be told twice. He slid his tip up between Micah’s cheeks, gathering Micah’s slick. Micah gasped, his insides squeezing tight. Maybe he was insane, or greedy, but he wanted Kai’s cock, too.

  Then he relaxed for Kai, and Kai pushed into his hole, stretching Micah again. Micah trembled. Kai groaned, anchoring his palms on Micah’s hips, hauling Micah down onto his cock. It fitted snugly inside him, thick and desperate.

  Kai began a hard rhythm, plunging so deep that his pelvis tapped Micah’s ass. Micah couldn’t breathe. He took Kai’s cock, panting, Spike’s gaze hot on him.

  “You look so good,” Spike whispered. His gaze was intent, admiring and hungry.

  He cradled Micah’s face, drawing him into a deep kiss. He swallowed Micah’s moans when Kai pounded into him, stroking Micah’s cock, until Micah throbbed, smearing precome all over Spike’s fingers. “Please,” Micah whispered, his cheeks burning.

  “You’re close,” Spike whispered, licking Micah’s wetness off his palm. Micah flushed.

  And Spike hauled him off Kai, his breathing uneven. “Need to get inside. Need more.”

  Kai swore, baring his teeth, his cock dark red and so very close. “He’s mine.”

  “Mine first,” Spike growled.

  When he turned Micah around and slid inside this time, Spike’s thrusts were hard, demanding, his cock grinding up against Micah’s prostate so Micah cried out, shuddering against Kai.

  Kai shoved his cock against Micah’s, closing his fist around them both. Then he pumped them together, tight, firm strokes, and Micah pulsed, dripping shamelessly onto Kai.

  “Please,” Micah gasped, his blood thrumming with need. “More.”

  “Can’t hold on,” Spike rasped, pressing Micah flush against Kai, his thrusts shoving Micah forward.

  The pressure in Micah’s body built. Kai’s cock swelled, and Spike’s breathing turned ragged. With a roar, Spike fucked deep into Micah, his fingers grasping Micah bruisingly tight, his cock pulsing as he unloaded in Micah’s body.

  Micah imagined his pleasure, a hair away from release. And Kai turned him back around, thrusting up into Micah’s ass.

  Pleasure crashed through Micah like a lightning bolt. He arched, his eyes rolling back, his cock pulsing as Kai drove hard into him, Kai’s strokes turning uneven as he neared his own climax.

  Someone held Micah’s cock, catching the dregs of his come. Spike? Micah panted, his body squeezing.

  Then Kai cursed, burying his cock deep inside Micah, his teeth sinking into Micah’s shoulder, halfway across Micah’s scent gland.

  Pleasure and pain shot through him; Micah shuddered, falling forward, his body weak.

  Strong arms wrapped around him. Slowly, Micah caught his breath, barely aware of the chests pressed against his front and back, the two alphas around him, sweaty and half-naked, their lips on his skin. Someone stroked his wrists down Micah’s sides.

  He felt safe, standing between them both.

  Kai slid out of Micah, dragging his lips across Micah’s nape. “I don’t think you want my knot.”

  Micah shook his head.

  “What about mine?” Spike asked, licking his fingers. Micah realized that Spike was licking Micah’s come off his hand. Spike’s eyes pleaded.

  For a moment, Micah almost said yes. He missed being knotted. But looking at Spike and his brother, he remembered how very young they were.

  They were his students. Micah’s chest tightened with horror.

  He tried to stagger away, except Spike hugged him close, damp chest and muscular arms. “Okay, no knot,” Spike said, burying his nose in Micah’s hair. “It’s just that I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long.”

  “He really has,” Kai rumbled behind Micah, stroking his knuckles down Micah’s side. “Spike’s had the biggest crush on you for ages.”

  Micah paused, his thoughts whirling. How could anyone have a crush on him? But Spike looked hopefully at Micah, his smile uncertain. It was an honest gaze.

  He really likes me? Micah’s heart squeezed. How is that even possible?

  Then Spike glanced down at Micah’s shoulder, and his smile faded. “Kai,” Spike said. “You—You marked him?”

  Micah froze. When he’d felt those teeth on his skin, he hadn’t thought... that it would lead to a bonding mark. I need to look in the mirror.

  Spike’s gaze had locked onto the crook of Micah’s neck. Kai was silent for a second, and then he swore.

  “Shit,” Kai muttered. “I... I wasn’t thinking. Shit. Sorry. Is that... on your scent gland?”

  “Kai always bites me when he goes into a rut,” Spike mumbled, flushing. Jealousy flickered in his eyes. “But... but he’s always avoided my scent gland.”

  Kai looked torn. “I... I’ve never bitten an omega before. That spot would’ve cleared Spike’s. Did I really mark you?”

  Micah staggered over to his desk, pulling the dusty cloth off his mirror. In it, he saw himself, half his body marr
ed with scars, and two teenagers standing behind him.

  And on the crook of his neck, halfway across his scent gland, was a set of teethmarks, blood welling up on his skin.

  Micah touched the wound gingerly, his thoughts grinding to a halt.

  On any other occasion, it would’ve meant that Micah had an alpha. But this... he couldn’t possibly hold Kai to it. Kai was nineteen, and he hadn’t meant to leave the mark at all.

  “I’ll be responsible for it,” Kai said.

  5

  Spike

  Jealousy roared through Spike’s gut, eating at him. He couldn’t stop staring at the blood on Micah Davis’ shoulder.

  It should’ve been his mark. Or he should’ve been in Davis’ place instead.

  On countless occasions, Spike had imagined Kai accidentally biting his scent gland. Marking him. And on even more occasions, Spike had imagined leaving his mark on Davis’ neck, or his wrists.

  And now Kai had marked Davis, leaving Spike out of that bond.

  Part of Spike knew this should happen—Davis might end up being the reason Kai stayed in Meadowfall. But damn if Spike didn’t want to lay claim on them both.

  Davis—Micah—wouldn’t let Spike mark him, too, would he?

  “It’s not entirely covering the gland,” the professor said slowly, pressing two fingers against his neck. Kai’s bite had mostly fallen outside the gland’s boundaries. “It’s just halfway. I believe that allows you to avoid being responsible for it. It’s fine.”

  Kai narrowed his eyes. “I’m not that kind of person. If I made a mistake, I’ll own it.”

  “Let him,” Spike blurted. “Kai’s the most responsible alpha you’ll ever meet.”

  Kai glanced at Spike, eyebrows raised. Then he looked sheepish, regretful. “Sorry. I know you wanted... It should’ve been Spike’s mark. I’m sorry.”

  “Can I mark you?” Spike asked Micah. Hope fluttered in his chest; his teeth ached with need.

  “No,” the professor said, his expression closing up. “This is already bad enough. Tonight...”

  Micah Davis paled. He looked down at himself, his cock hanging out of his shorts, a last drop of come clinging to his tip.