Wyatt smiled. “Thank you, and all the best with yours.”
Spike held his grin for as long as he could, until Wyatt stepped away to key their orders into a computer.
An alpha—tall and strong-jawed—rounded some booths with a similar notepad, stopping next to Wyatt. He wore no apron, either. The alpha leaned in, giving Wyatt a quick kiss on the lips.
Spike stopped breathing. Was that Wyatt’s stepbrother? The two of them smiled at each other, and Spike was envious, suddenly.
How come Wyatt’s stepbrother loves him? Mine doesn’t love me. It’s because I’m alpha, isn’t it? Kai’ll never marry me in a million years.
When he turned back to the table, Kai’s gaze was far too piercing, so Spike looked at Micah instead, needing to hide how much he hurt.
“May I kiss you?” Spike asked. When Micah hesitated, he added, “Please?”
Something must’ve given him away, because Micah softened and said, “If that’s what you really want.”
“Yeah,” Spike whispered, his chest tight. “I do.”
He leaned in close to Micah, nuzzling his cheek. Spike closed his eyes, and just breathed in that gardenia scent, carefully touching Micah’s arms, holding him, dragging his lips down Micah’s jaw.
“Spike,” Micah murmured.
“I need help,” Spike whispered, turning his face away from Kai so he had a little bit of privacy. “I hurt so bad.”
Micah’s breath snagged. Spike didn’t want to know what Micah was looking at. He cupped Micah’s cheek, turning Micah to face him, and dropped light kisses all the way to Micah’s mouth.
When they kissed this time, Spike lingered on Micah’s lips, just focusing on their softness, all damp and silky. Micah parted for him. Spike didn’t slip into Micah’s mouth, though. He wasn’t in the mood for sex, just comfort.
Somehow, Micah sensed that. He stroked his fingers through Spike’s hair and whispered, “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Spike whispered back. “I’ve loved him for ages. He’ll leave me sooner or later. But he might not leave you.”
Micah tensed. Then he cradled Spike’s cheek, his breath warm on Spike’s skin. “Oh, Spike.”
Spike nuzzled him, savoring Micah’s warmth against himself. I’ll get even more hurt if I keep hoping like this. And yet... he couldn’t help it. He could scarcely tear a limb from himself, than discard his love for Kai. Micah held him.
When the ache faded from his chest, Spike pulled away, kissing Micah softly on the cheek. Micah had understood his need for comfort, and he’d held Spike. Gods, I love this omega. “Thank you.”
Micah blushed. “Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?”
Spike smiled, scooting closer to him so their thighs were touching. Then he looked across the booth, expecting to see Kai’s dubious face again.
Instead, Kai was tossing his balled-up napkin from one hand to the other, a light blush on his cheeks.
Spike stared. “You—You’re blushing? Kai?”
“I’m not,” Kai muttered, glaring. “It’s just hot in here.”
That wasn’t like him at all. Spike glanced at Micah, who was looking warily at Kai as though he wasn’t sure what to think. Yeah, Spike, too.
“You never blush,” Spike said. “Did we make you hot? Do you want to watch me fuck Micah?”
Micah groaned, covering his face.
“No!” Kai just blushed harder. Gods, even though Kai got on Spike’s nerves so much, he was adorable.
Spike scooted out of the booth, rounded the table, and dropped into the seat next to Kai. His weight bounced Kai up on the cushion; Spike chuckled.
“Look,” Spike said teasingly. “I made Kai bounce. And it isn’t in bed.”
Mostly, he said it so Micah would be fully aware of his relationship with Kai. Because whatever happened between Spike and Micah, this thing with Kai would still go on.
Kai scowled, glancing around them. No one was listening in, though.
“You... really do that,” Micah said hesitantly, looking from Spike to Kai, and back to Spike.
“We take turns,” Spike answered in an undertone.
“No knotting, though,” Kai muttered.
“You don’t want us to knot.” Spike elbowed him in the ribs.
“I don’t think our bodies can take knots.”
“That’s because we haven’t tried.” Spike wriggled. Deep down, Spike wondered if knotting would feel too much like bonding to Kai. Maybe that was why Kai was reluctant to stick around after he came.
Kai looked doubtful. Across the table, Micah stared at them both, his mouth open. Spike grinned. “We could show Micah.”
Kai frowned harder. “The three of us aren’t involved.”
“I want us to be,” Spike said.
He took Kai’s hand and set it on the table, along with his own. Then he turned his hand palm-up, wriggling his fingers, inviting Micah closer.
Micah stared at their hands. “I don’t think I should.”
“Me neither,” Kai said, pulling his hand back.
What had he been thinking about, then, blushing when Spike kissed Micah?
Spike hid his disappointment. “Fine.” He returned to his spot next to Micah, crowding up close to the professor. “I guess we’re really here to talk about the baby.”
Micah sighed. “Like I said, this is my responsibility. The two of you don’t have to be involved.”
“I want to be,” Spike said, wrapping his arm around Micah’s back. He thought Micah might shrug him off, but Micah shivered, blinking hard.
He liked Spike’s touch, didn’t he?
“I’m responsible, too,” Kai said.
“But... it’s just one of you, isn’t it?” Micah frowned, looking perplexed. “I mean, I doubt both of you fertilized the egg, so...”
“What’s mine is also Spike’s,” Kai said, meeting Spike’s eyes. “Always been that way.”
A warm, happy flush swept through Spike’s body.
“So if I get together with Micah, does that mean you’ll try it out with him, too?” Spike asked.
Micah spluttered. “I’m not getting together with anyone!”
Everything he did pointed to the opposite, though. Spike slipped his hand against Micah’s other side, stroking him there. “Are you sure?” Spike whispered, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll give you any pleasure you ask for. If you ask me to suck your cock, I will.”
The professor trembled against him, his eyes growing wide.
Spike knew what that offer meant to Micah. He’d seen Micah alone for so long, and maybe he felt slightly guilty, volunteering what he knew the professor craved.
He couldn’t help it, though. Micah was right here, his for the taking. And Spike would be damned if he let Micah go.
He stroked his fingers up Micah’s thigh, slipping them between his legs, just shy of the growing bulge in Micah’s pants. Micah gasped.
“We’re here to actually talk,” Kai said, looking exasperatedly at Spike.
“I’m talking with my hands,” Spike said. Then he touched Micah’s cock through his pants, and Micah’s breath rushed out of him, his musk heady and tempting.
“Spike,” Micah choked. Spike’s cock thickened. Yeah, he liked hearing Micah say his name.
“Gods, Spike.” Kai kicked Spike’s feet under the table.
“Want me to stop?” Spike paused, grinning at his professor. “You know you like watching him, Kai. He looks so good. Like when I do this.”
Spike reached under Micah, and squeezed his warm, firm ass. Micah’s eyes grew wide. Kai wasn’t even looking at his phone. His gaze had locked onto Spike and Micah, heavy and intent.
What were the chances of them falling into bed together tonight?
“Come home with us,” Spike murmured, rubbing Micah right between his cheeks, close to his hole. “Gonna make you feel good. Gonna plow deep and hard inside you. Make you cream.”
“I-I shouldn’t.” Micah gulped, his tongue darting across his
lip. His musk was unmistakable, though. It went right down to Spike’s cock.
“Here’s your food,” Wyatt said, stopping by their table with a grin.
Micah jumped and yelped. Spike hugged him close, so terribly fond of him.
Wyatt set three large bowls of steaming noodles in front of them, his smile revealing nothing.
Spike blushed. Had Wyatt seen what he’d done with Micah?
“I swear we’ve been very good,” Spike said. “No fooling around or anything.”
Wyatt winked. “This booth is the best for it.”
Then he left, and the three of them stared at each other, Spike more aware than ever of the bulge in Micah’s pants.
He kicked off his shoe, reaching under the table with his socked foot. Between Kai’s legs, he found a thick line in Kai’s pants, too. Kai’s gaze burned into his skin.
“He’s hard for us,” Spike whispered at Micah, kissing his ear. “You haven’t tasted his cock yet, have you?”
“Spike!” Kai glowered. He nudged at Spike’s foot; Spike shoved his toes against Kai’s cock. Kai grunted. Yeah, that must’ve felt good.
“I’ve got somewhere for this to go,” Spike said, nudging Kai’s length. “Tonight. If Micah wants to see, you could have my ass.”
Micah whimpered, his throat working. “That’s—that’s...”
“I want to swallow all your screams,” Spike whispered.
Micah groaned, a blush creeping up his throat.
The noodles were steaming and the pork broth was rich and decadent, but at that moment, Spike wanted to taste something sweeter... something like Micah Davis’ skin. He couldn’t wait.
9
Micah
Micah parked in the college dorm’s parking lot, his pants too tight, his skin prickling.
He was doing this. He really was.
Kai and Spike had offered him a ride to the dorm, but he hadn’t wanted to leave his car at the drive-in. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to fit in with them. He was still wary around Kai, and Spike—
Had Spike really been watching Micah all those years? He’d seen Micah with the scars and bald patches, he’d seen Micah hobble between places.
I can’t believe he knows about the fire. What else has he seen of me? Embarrassed, Micah tightened his hands around the steering wheel, his gaze drifting to his scarred hand.
Last week, Micah had thought Spike had been ogling his mottled skin. But through dinner tonight, Spike had tried to touch Micah all over—even the covered scars.
Maybe he’s just pretending, Micah thought.
Except... Spike knew too much about Micah for it to be a pretense. His fondness seemed genuine. His touch was sure on Micah’s body, unafraid. It was... such a nice change from everyone else Micah had dated.
Spike felt safe. Spike felt like somewhere Micah could hide, and pretend he was normal.
No one else has wanted me so unconditionally. And maybe... tonight might even be better than last week.
Heart pattering with anticipation, Micah cut the engine, glancing out the window. Kai and Spike had parked in the next lot. Through the glass, Micah watched as Spike clicked off his seatbelt and leaned across the center console, hauling Kai in for a kiss. And his arm—it worked between Kai’s legs, pumping and squeezing.
Micah imagined Spike’s hand around Kai’s cock, and he grew so hard it hurt.
I can’t believe I want to see it.
He reached down, grinding his palm against his bulge, just so it wouldn’t ache so much.
Then Spike looked over his shoulder, meeting Micah’s eyes. Micah wasn’t in time to turn away.
Spike grinned, slow and hungry like a promise, and Micah’s insides grew molten-hot. His hole leaked. He’d filled his car with musk, and maybe York would yell at him about it tomorrow.
Gods, York.
Micah grabbed his phone, typing a quick message. I’ll be back late tonight. Don’t worry about me.
Someone tapped on his window. Micah jumped. Spike stood outside, leaning in, reading the messages on Micah’s phone.
When Micah finally opened the door, Spike growled, “We’ve got some scent suppressants. But I want to mark you all over tonight. Even your cock.”
Micah throbbed. His knees grew weak, and Spike hauled him out of the car, cradling his face, slanting his lips across Micah’s in a deep, hot kiss. Micah opened for him, taking Spike’s tongue into his mouth, licking at it.
With a growl, Spike pressed him against the car and rocked his hips firm against Micah’s, grinding their covered cocks together. Micah gasped, pleasure jolting through his nerves. He wanted to spread for Spike. Have Spike’s cock probe him inside. He shouldn’t.
“Get inside the room before you do anything else,” Kai muttered, pulling Spike off Micah. “Best if you don’t smell like sex going upstairs. Don’t know who’s awake.”
Micah’s face burned. In the haze of his arousal, he’d forgotten about that. “Th-thanks.”
Kai looked at Micah sidelong, his eyes dark, his body smelling like musk, too.
If anyone saw Micah in a student’s dorm, with sex all over him... He would get fired in a heartbeat. Micah panicked.
“Here,” Spike said, grabbing a baseball cap from his car. He pulled its bill over Micah’s face, hiding him somewhat. “I guess you’re fairly recognizable.”
“I wish I weren’t,” Micah muttered. “Even if it weren’t my face... I can’t walk straight.”
“What if you didn’t have to walk?” Spike brightened, crouching in front of Micah. “Ride on me.”
That sent Micah’s thoughts into the gutter. “I’m not... doing any riding.”
“Even if it’s Spike’s cock you’re riding on?” Kai laughed, the sound rich and deep. Micah stared.
Kai—shrewd and judging and fierce—he could laugh, too.
There were things that made Kai happy, and in that moment, he looked carefree, handsome and strong. Micah gulped.
Getting involved with one student was dangerous enough. Getting involved with two?
I’m just admiring them. This isn’t a long-term thing.
Micah leaned against Spike. Spike grasped him by the thighs, and hauled him up. And now Micah was spread open, his cock shoved up against Spike’s back.
Spike rumbled, a smile in his voice. “Looks like you’ve got something that needs some lovin’.”
Micah blushed. Spike’s thoughts had delved into Micah’s clothes. And Micah’s cock jerked, craving touch.
Kai rolled his eyes. “Get upstairs.”
“Always bossing everyone around, that Kai.” Spike turned to sniff at Micah. “Of the two of us, he’s the dommier dom. He’s fucked me more times than I’ve fucked him.”
“Oh.” Micah pictured these two alphas naked and tangled, taking turns to fit their cocks into each other. With their strong, unyielding bodies... the image was tantalizing. Micah gulped.
They climbed the silent stairwell, stepping down a corridor. Someone’s door opened, and a student stepped out. Micah’s heart lodged in his throat. He tucked his face against Spike’s shoulder, praying no one recognized his scent, or his scarred hand.
Kai stepped in front of them, waving. “Hey, Dan.”
Dan whistled lowly, sniffing at them. “Wow, that’s kinky.”
Micah wanted to burrow somewhere, where no one could see him.
“Nothing new,” Spike said.
Dan passed them with a leer. Then he disappeared through the exit, and Micah blew out a breath of relief.
“You okay?” Spike murmured.
“I will be,” Micah said, huddling against him. Maybe they should’ve gone to Micah’s place, but that was risky, too.
They stopped at a door; Kai unlocked it. Then he stepped into the room and flicked on the lights, bolting the lock the moment Spike and Micah were in.
They were safe now. Micah sagged against Spike, burying his face against Spike’s strong shoulder. The baseball cap fell onto the floor. �
��We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t see you running away,” Kai said, raising an eyebrow.
Micah’s face scorched. He wished he were stronger, so he could resist Spike’s warmth. He couldn’t, though. He still wasn’t used to having an alpha pressing up against him like this, touching all his intimate parts.
The room was small with white walls and a window. A queen-sized bed had been shoved into a corner, its sheets rumpled but comfortable. A long desk stood in the other corner of the room, covered in textbooks and stationery.
The entire place smelled like juniper and elm, and musk. No omega scent.
Micah sniffed, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Don’t you ever... bring omegas home?”
Kai shrugged. Spike crossed the room and set Micah gently on the bed, grinning over his shoulder. “You’re my very first. I feel like I brought a treasure home.”
Micah blushed so hot, it felt like his skin might peel. I’m his first? “Sh-shouldn’t you have started with someone else?”
“Nah.” Spike beamed, a faint flush on his cheeks. “I told you, I’ve wanted you my whole life.”
Micah reeled, looking down at himself. He wants this?
“You guys go ahead,” Kai said, settling into a chair at the desk. “I’ve got work to do.”
Spike’s eyebrows crawled up. “You’re horny. Sure you can work?”
“I’ll be fine.” Kai’s dark gaze raked down Micah’s body, and away.
Spike rumbled, smiling. “You know you want Micah’s ass wrapped around you, too.”
Kai growled. Micah’s face burned. “Spike!”
Spike glanced at Micah. “Don’t wanna?”
Micah had tutored Kai for hours this morning. He... really shouldn’t think about Kai that way. Or Spike, for that matter.
But Spike pressed Micah down into the mattress, pulling Micah’s legs open so his cock strained against his work pants, hard and obvious. Then Spike leaned in, pressing his face against the crook of Micah’s thigh. Micah whimpered, his thoughts fleeing.
“Gods, you smell good,” Spike said, his voice muffled, his breath puffing hot through the fabric. “I wanna taste you and suck you off.”
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