His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  He brushed large fingers through Micah’s hair, massaging his scalp. Micah’s eyelids fluttered shut. Like Spike, Kai felt safe, too. And Micah wanted to stay just a little longer in his arms. The tightness in his chest eased; he blinked his tears away.

  “Thank you,” he mumbled.

  “Anytime.” Kai caressed Micah’s jaw, on his scarred side.

  Micah shivered. He really doesn’t mind the scars.

  Voices rang outside the door. Confusion? York’s voice. Then the bathroom door banged open, and Micah’s heart lodged in his throat. He flailed, shoving Kai away.

  “Dad?” York asked, frowning down at them. Spike peered over York’s shoulder, his gaze curious and intent.

  “I wasn’t feeling well,” Micah said, flushing when York looked accusingly at him. “Kai helped.”

  “By... hugging you?” York asked incredulously. “What the fuck?”

  Micah squirmed. “It is what it is.”

  Kai got clumsily to his feet, fumbling with his crutches. Then he extended a hand to Micah, and hauled him to his feet with ease. There was so much power in his touch, that it left Micah swaying.

  “But you’re my dad,” York said.

  “You’re missing the point, York,” Spike said, his nostrils flaring. “I smell puke.” Then his gaze locked on Micah. “Mi—Can I call you Micah?”

  York frowned. Spike’s smile grew; he’d asked just for York’s sake. Spike hadn’t called Micah by any other name these past two weeks.

  “You may,” Micah said, his heart fluttering.

  York sniffed at the air. “Wait, you puked?”

  “Are you feeling okay?” Spike stepped around York, pressing close against Micah’s other side. “Do you need to go to the doctor?”

  Micah shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

  Spike studied him in concern. Then he rubbed Micah’s back, and glanced at his belly. “If you say so. I’m glad Kai was there with you.”

  “Why are you guys even crowding around him?” York asked, confused. “He’s just your professor!”

  Spike cleared his throat. For a moment, Micah thought York might put two and two together, but York didn’t.

  His skin prickling under everyone’s attention, Micah pushed past York, stepping out of the bathroom. “I’m fine,” he said. “None of you have to worry about me.”

  It was still very strange, though, having three alphas lock their gazes on you, as though they expected you to collapse any minute.

  York followed Micah, sniffing at him. “Wait, how come you have a bite scab on your neck? Who bit you?”

  Micah froze, his ears prickling. “Uh. It’s, uh. Temporary. I don’t remember.”

  York looked accusingly at him. “Yes, you do.”

  14

  Micah

  Micah felt two heavy, piercing gazes on his back. He hated lying about Spike and Kai. It didn’t feel right.

  So he straightened his shoulders, and looked his son in the eye. “Do you really want to know who your dad slept with?”

  York paled. “No. No, thanks.”

  He ducked into the kitchen, leaving Micah with Spike and Kai. The brothers exchanged a glance. Then Spike caught Micah’s fingers, brushing their wrists together. Their scents mixed. That, too, was intimate.

  “I don’t mind if you do this with Kai,” Spike murmured. “Any of it. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, though. I wish I was.”

  For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to step close, and wrap his arms around Micah. Micah almost leaned into him.

  But York ducked out of the kitchen, and Micah didn’t know how to explain any of this. That he’d slept with both of York’s friends. That it hadn’t only happened once. And that he was pregnant with their child.

  “It feels weird, having my friends live with me,” York said. “Does that mean we’re playing video games tonight?”

  Spike shook his head. “Sorry. I’ve got plans. Kai, too.”

  Kai raised his eyebrows, as though he wanted to say, You’re the one making plans with Micah, not me.

  Micah cleared his throat, willing his ears to stop burning. “Anyway, if you’re done moving, I’ll be over in the kitchen. We’ll need some lunch soon.”

  “I’ll help,” Spike said.

  “What, and you’ll leave me to unpack?” Kai asked dryly.

  Spike sighed. “I guess I’ll help you first. Because you need your ankle to move stuff, right?”

  Kai rolled his eyes. “I meant with the bed.”

  “Yeah, that’s weird,” York said. “Do you guys have an air mattress or something? I wasn’t expecting just one bed.”

  Micah held his tongue. He’d been about to head into the kitchen, but this... He wanted to see how Kai and Spike answered questions about their relationship.

  Spike glanced at Kai. “We were sharing the bed back in the dorm. There wasn’t much space to fit another.”

  York looked oddly at them. “Is that a brother thing, too?”

  “Yes, it is,” Kai said. “One bed’s fine. Spike and I are pretty close.”

  If that wasn’t the understatement of the year, Micah didn’t know what was. He turned so York wouldn’t see the look on his face, and hobbled to the kitchen.

  * * *

  Halfway through prepping lunch, Spike stepped into the kitchen, sniffing. “Smells good. What’s cooking?”

  “Stir fried beef and spicy veggies,” Micah answered, his pulse missing a beat. He’d been wondering when he’d get some time alone with Kai or Spike again.

  “Sounds good.” Spike paused right next to Micah, stroking his palm down Micah’s back. Micah shivered, looking surreptitiously at the doorway. “Where’s—”

  “York’s in his room,” Spike murmured. “We’ll hear him if he comes out.”

  “How can you be so sure?” Micah frowned.

  Spike grinned like a devil. “Oh, we’ll hear him, all right.”

  Spike, what did you do?

  Before Micah could voice the question, Spike pressed his lips to Micah’s neck, and kissed his scent gland. Micah trembled, his heart skipping. He’d been needing Spike’s touch for so long.

  “Mm, you always smell so good,” Spike whispered, wrapping his arms around Micah. “I didn’t think you’d find the brother thing so funny.”

  Micah bit down a laugh, relaxing against Spike’s chest. Spike was broad and warm, not unlike Kai. Both of them felt so... decadent. “I have inside knowledge,” Micah said. “You and Kai are sure close.”

  Spike laughed. “That’s a relief to hear. For a bit last week... I was afraid you’d think we were gross.”

  Micah shrugged. “That’s between you and him, isn’t it? It’s certainly not something I should judge.”

  “You’re the best.” Spike’s relief shone in his eyes. Then he pressed Micah against the counter, running his hands up Micah’s chest. “How are you feeling? Still pukey?”

  “It’s not so bad at the moment.” Micah sighed, touching his belly. “I might have to go back to grapefruit and crackers. It’s what got me through the morning sickness with York.”

  Spike paused. “How long were you puking for back then?”

  “About six weeks.”

  “You had an alpha with you, right?”

  Micah shook his head, feeling embarrassed. No one had ever stuck around for long.

  Spike’s arms tightened around him. “The fuck,” Spike growled. “What kind of bastard gave you a child and left?”

  Micah shrugged. “A bad decision. It’s not important.”

  Spike scowled. “That’s not gonna be Kai and me.”

  Micah’s stomach flipped. Maybe you’ll stick around, but I don’t think Kai wants to.

  Spike nipped at Micah’s ear. “I can’t believe your morning sickness started so early. I read that it usually happens about four weeks in.”

  Micah laughed, pleased. Spike had read up on pregnancies? He was nineteen. Micah hadn’t expected him to care that much. “It varies, even for the sam
e omega.”

  “Means we’ll have to treat you extra well, then.” Spike nuzzled Micah’s hair, dropping kisses along Micah’s cheek. “Although I can’t believe you’re pregnant, period. With our baby. I’ve never had a baby before. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a dad.”

  Micah wet his lips, glancing at his belly. “It’s just been two weeks. We don’t know that it’ll be a successful pregnancy. Besides, you don’t have to be responsible.”

  “You really want that baby, huh?”

  “I do.” Micah cracked a smile.

  Spike met his eyes, curious. “You could’ve had a baby from any alpha. Why didn’t you get one earlier?”

  At that, Micah’s cheeks warmed. “I guess I’d never found an alpha I wanted to make a baby with.”

  Spike grinned. “Until me and Kai?”

  Micah blushed harder. “You were, ah, very persuasive.”

  Spike laughed, his eyes crinkling. “All I did was kiss you. And I’d kiss you a million more times.”

  This felt too good to be true. Micah squirmed, looking at his feet. “Shouldn’t you be helping Kai unpack?”

  “We’re almost done. I just wanted to stake my claim.” Spike nipped along Micah’s shoulder, squeezing Micah’s nipple through his shirt. “Been wanting to do this since I first saw you this morning. You make me so damn hard.”

  Micah’s blood swooped; his pants tightened. Musk wafted from his skin. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now.”

  Spike kissed his nape, his breath hot on Micah’s neck. “Yeah, I know. But—gods. I need to touch you. I’m showing restraint, you know. I haven’t marked you yet.”

  Micah laughed. “Well, you can show a little more restraint until after lunch.”

  He felt like a professor, saying that. Except Spike ran his fingertips down Micah’s cock, the pressure of his touch a whisper through Micah’s pants.

  Micah gasped, his cock growing full. He loved Spike’s touch. Still hadn’t had enough of it. He didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of this.

  Someone snorted behind them. “Give the guy a break, Spike. He’s making food.”

  Spike’s laugh reverberated against Micah’s back. “You say that now, but I’ll have you know that he got hard the second I touched him. Wanna see?”

  Heat burst through Micah’s face. He yelped, his cock jerking against Spike’s fingers. Spike turned him around to face Kai.

  Kai had paused by the kitchen doorway, balanced on his crutches, his dark gaze raking down Micah’s body. Like he was stripping Micah in his mind. Micah’s cock grew so hard it hurt. There wasn’t just one alpha hungry for him, but two.

  Behind him, Spike rumbled, pleased. “He got harder when he saw you, Kai. I felt it.”

  “Spike,” Micah groaned, his face scorching. Kai didn’t need to know that.

  Except Kai’s tongue darted across his lips, and his eyes—they grew hungrier yet.

  “Kai’s been jerking off thinking about you,” Spike murmured, just loud enough that Kai probably heard. “Why don’t we get you off in front of him?”

  Kai has...? Someone like Micah? A jolt sizzled down Micah’s spine. He bit his lip hard, trying to think of a reason why they shouldn’t. “I’m—I’m making food.”

  “Food can wait,” Spike whispered.

  Kai stepped over to them, until there were inches between him and Micah, and his heat soaked into Micah’s skin. Micah’s heart thumped. Kai glanced at the stove, turning off the burners. “You forgot this.”

  “Oh, gods. I did.” Micah flushed. He rarely burned his food. But he’d never been seduced while making lunch, either.

  With quick, decisive tugs, Spike undid Micah’s pants. Micah yelped, moving his hands down to stop Spike. His underwear wasn’t in better shape today.

  He’d been hoping for intimacy like this, but Micah hadn’t wanted to put something nice on, and have his hopes dashed.

  Spike paused. “No?”

  Micah flushed. “I don’t have nice lingerie, or anything.”

  A slow smile spread through Spike’s face; Kai snorted. “Like that’s gonna stop Spike.”

  Spike kissed Micah’s neck. “I don’t even care about your scars, Micah. Sad undies aren’t even gonna make any difference... unless you don’t mind me ripping them apart. All the better to fuck you with.”

  Micah stared, his throat going dry. In front of him, Kai growled softly.

  “I could see that happening,” Kai murmured.

  Spike grinned. “Not today, but soon.”

  He pushed Micah’s briefs down so his cock slipped out, thick and flushed, its tip still hooded. Micah’s throat went dry. They’re looking at me.

  Under Kai and Spike’s attention, Micah’s cock pushed out past its foreskin, seeking. His entire body prickled. What he felt—he couldn’t hide it.

  “Micah’s so fucking sexy,” Spike whispered, cupping Micah’s cock. “And he’s hot for both of us, Kai. Do you smell him?”

  Kai’s nostrils flared. “Yeah,” he growled.

  Micah’s face burned. He knew his own musk was starting to fill the kitchen. This was bad. And yet... Spike stroked a sweet, buzzing pleasure into his body. Then he closed his fist around Micah’s cock, and tugged. Pleasure whispered through Micah’s flesh; he jerked, all his thoughts fleeing.

  Micah had fantasized about this, too. Kai and Spike around him, touching his body, their lips on his skin. He’d never imagined that it would happen again. But Spike’s cock pressed against Micah’s hip, and the bulge in Kai’s pants grew.

  “I love your foreskin,” Spike whispered. He pulled it down, exposing Micah’s glistening tip. Pleasure hummed through his body. “It looks kinda tight. Like it’s sucking on you when I pull it down.”

  Micah groaned. It was one thing to have Spike touch him. A completely different thing to have Spike announce just how lewd Micah’s arousal was. Having Spike expose the most sensitive part of Micah’s cock.

  Then Spike touched the pad of his finger to Micah’s head, nudging at his piss-slit. Bliss hissed through Micah’s nerves; he gasped, his cock jerking. His precome smeared across Spike’s finger. Spike smiled, rubbing Micah’s wetness between his fingertips. “Should I taste it, or Kai?”

  “You go ahead,” Kai rumbled, his gaze heavy on Micah. “Your omega.”

  Spike huffed, pressing his nose against Micah’s neck. “I want Micah to be ours. And Micah has agreed.”

  Kai’s throat worked. Micah appreciated this alpha. He wanted Kai to fuck him. But whatever was between them... it was still too new. It didn’t feel right for them to be that intimate yet.

  “I’ll watch,” Kai said, his gaze locked with Micah’s.

  But maybe that wasn’t any better, when Kai would see everything there was about Micah, even all the terrible parts.

  Spike rumbled, sucking lightly on Micah’s neck. “If you kneel, Kai, you’ll get to taste his come.”

  Micah’s breath shuddered out of him. The thought was both terrifying, and so very hot.

  Kai knelt, meeting Micah’s eyes. “Does this count as thanks? For taking us in. I’ll do anything you want.”

  Micah’s skin burned; his cock throbbed. He wanted to do so much with Kai. And Spike. Both of them at once.

  “Look how beautiful it is,” Spike whispered, stroking Micah from base to tip. “Hard as a rock. I love how hungry you are, Micah. Love how much you need us.”

  Micah shuddered, pulsing in Spike’s hand. With the way Spike was touching him, and the way Kai’s lips were just inches from his cock... It wouldn’t take much for him to climax.

  Spike caressed Micah, his touch too light for any real pleasure. Micah felt vulnerable, his sensitive parts in Spike’s grip. Spike swirled his rough fingertips around Micah’s head, squeezing his whole length firm and slow.

  It was too much pleasure, and not enough at the same time. Micah writhed.

  “More?” Spike whispered.

  “Yes,” Micah breathed, his hips bucking.

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sp; Spike nudged Micah forward, rubbing his tip over Kai’s lips. Micah whimpered, shocked and embarrassed.

  Kai’s tongue darted out, a soft, damp touch. His eyelids fluttered half-shut.

  Micah’s insides jolted. He’s licking me. He likes it.

  “Taste good?” Spike rumbled.

  “Yeah.” Kai’s breath puffed hot on Micah’s cock. And he licked Micah’s tip again, his touch languorous, sinful.

  “One of these days, we’ll have you fuck Kai’s mouth,” Spike whispered, pumping Micah’s cock harder. “But I wanna touch you today. Wanna feel you come.”

  Micah’s breath shuddered out of him. His hole had grown slick, his balls pulling tight, and all he could think about was how much he wanted an alpha inside him—either Kai or Spike.

  “More,” Micah gasped, rutting forward, needing more pressure.

  Spike smeared Micah’s precome down his length. It slicked him up, and when Spike pumped his cock again, his fist slippery, bliss shot through Micah’s body.

  “This is what it feels like when we fuck you,” Spike whispered, squeezing his tight fist down Micah’s cock, forcing pleasure into his body. “This is how tight you are, when we fuck into you.”

  Micah panted, imagining Spike’s cock spreading him, or Kai’s cock filling him with come. He throbbed, his precome smearing against Kai’s lips.

  The bulge in Kai’s pants had grown thick, and Spike’s cock pressed hungrily against Micah’s side, pushing an indent into his skin.

  If they were in a bedroom right now... Micah had no doubt they’d be inside him. He wanted to present for them. He wanted to beg. He was their professor.

  “I need—” Micah panted, bucking forward, his throat dry. “Please—”

  “Come for us,” Spike whispered, dragging Micah’s foreskin down, leaving his tip exposed. His fist made lewd, squelching sounds around Micah’s cock. “Let Kai taste you. I want to see your beautiful cock spurt. He’s close, Kai. Open your mouth.”

  Spike squeezed his fist tight around Micah, sending an electric jolt down Micah’s spine. With a choked moan, Micah came, pleasure flooding through his body, his cock pulsing, Spike holding him upright.