His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  Micah moaned against him; Kai caught a flash of tongue. Probably Spike claiming Micah’s mouth again. Kai’s cock jerked. He liked that thought.

  “Kai made you come, didn’t he?” Spike asked when he pulled away, meeting Micah’s eyes, then Kai’s.

  “Twice,” Kai said, too horny to feel embarrassed right now.

  Micah squawked. Spike’s smile spread through his face.

  “I knew you’d give in sooner or later,” Spike said to Kai. “Micah makes me so hard. I figured he’d make you hard, too.” Kai wanted to pin Spike, and fuck that smile off his face.

  “Get the fuck on the bed,” Kai growled, jerking his chin at the empty spot on the mattress. “Strip.”

  Spike’s eyes darkened further; he shrugged out of his clothes, and his body was all hard lines and rippling muscle. He pumped his cock, raking his gaze down Kai and Micah, his tongue darting over his lips.

  “Fuck Micah,” Spike murmured. “Show me what it looks like.”

  He really didn’t mind that Kai was fucking his omega.

  “You sure?” Kai asked.

  A slow smile curved Spike’s lips. “What do you say, Micah? Want to be both Kai’s and mine?”

  Micah gulped. Then he nodded, and hunger coiled through Kai’s insides.

  “Fuck Micah for me,” Spike whispered, looking Kai straight in the eye.

  Spike had speculated about it plenty of times, but Kai wanted to show him. Wanted Spike to hear the sounds that he wrung out of this omega. Theirs.

  So Kai hefted Micah off his cock. Micah whimpered, angling his hips back toward Kai, like he wanted Kai back inside him. Something possessive rumbled in Kai’s chest.

  “On all fours,” Kai told Micah, setting him on his knees. “I’ll fuck you again.”

  Micah dropped onto his hands immediately, his face red, his legs spreading wide open, like he was begging.

  “Gods,” Spike whispered, pumping himself. “You look so damn sweet, Micah.”

  “Yeah,” Kai said. Couldn’t think of any better words while he was staring at Micah’s firm ass, Micah’s dark, pink hole wet and relaxed, stretched open by Kai’s cock.

  Micah flushed. Then he angled his ass at Kai, reaching behind to spread his cheeks.

  Kai’s cock throbbed. He needed to be inside. Needed to claim Micah, make him choke on his moan.

  He shoved two fingers into Micah, rumbling when Micah stretched around him, warm and snug. So fucking delicious.

  Micah moaned. Spike swore, leaning in. Then he kissed Micah on the lips, pushing his tongue into Micah’s mouth. Kai pressed down hard on Micah’s prostate—Micah cried out against Spike, his body clenching around Kai.

  “Fuck,” Spike whispered when he broke the kiss, reaching down to stroke Micah’s cock. “You’re beautiful, but we can’t have you moaning so loud.”

  And he pressed the spit-darkened shirt back against Micah’s mouth, dragging his thumb across Micah’s lip.

  At the back of his mind, Kai wished he could be that tender with an omega. He wasn’t sure he knew how to.

  Micah’s ass squeezed, yanking Kai’s attention back to his need. Kai’s throat went dry. He needed to fuck Micah. Hear him moan. Make Micah cream himself again.

  Kai pressed his tip against the dark shadow of Micah’s hole, and pushed back inside.

  Micah’s body swallowed him down, a tight, wet heat, his hole fluttering around Kai’s cock. Kai groaned; Micah whimpered, the sound going straight between Kai’s legs.

  He couldn’t help himself. Just snapped his hips, slamming his cock back into Micah’s body. Micah took all of it with a moan, his spine arching.

  “Fuck, Kai,” Spike whispered, pushing Micah back down onto Kai’s cock. “He feels so good, doesn’t he? Make him come. Show me.”

  Kai growled, his cock jerking. He was close. He’d felt Micah come twice, and each time, his own cock had pulsed, nearing the edge.

  Micah rocked down onto Kai, fucking himself on Kai’s cock. Kai growled, possessiveness and need roaring in his chest. He needed to unload inside Micah, fill him up. Knot inside him.

  He’d never knotted inside anyone, but that thought yanked at something visceral inside him.

  Kai wasn’t thinking about it. He leaned forward, burying every last inch of his cock into Micah. Then he reached past Micah’s shoulder, and shoved his slick-coated fingers into Spike’s mouth.

  Spike groaned around him. He sucked Micah’s taste from Kai’s fingers like how he would Kai’s cock, his tongue damp, the sucking pressure in his mouth sending a jolt straight to Kai’s balls.

  Kai swore, snapping his hips up, grinding against Micah’s prostate. Micah shuddered against him, his ass squeezing.

  But this wasn’t enough. Kai wrapped his arms around Micah, lifting him up. Then he shuffled forward and dropped Micah onto Spike, Micah’s legs opening around his other alpha.

  Spike grinned, reaching between Micah’s thighs. He touched where Micah’s hole had stretched open around Kai’s cock, drawing an embarrassed whimper from the professor.

  Micah was so damn sweet. And Kai’s hunger thickened. When Spike caressed Micah’s cock, Kai fucked deep, grinding Micah against Spike’s palm. Micah writhed.

  “He fucks hard, doesn’t he?” Spike whispered.

  Micah whined, his body damp with a sheen of sweat. Gods, he sounded good.

  Kai shoved their omega down against Spike, then fucked deep into Micah, rolling his hips, grasping Micah’s cheeks and spreading them so he could see Micah’s hole clinging around him, tight and pink and trying to suck all the come out of Kai.

  Spike planted his feet on the mattress, lifting both himself and Micah. It was a good angle, perfect for Kai to plow inside their omega.

  “Gonna come,” Kai gasped, his cock swelling, his balls pulling tight, so fucking heavy with need.

  “Come inside him,” Spike whispered. “Knot him. I want to see him take your knot.”

  Kai growled, his cock pulsing, the tightness of Micah’s body easing the pressure in his cock. Spike shoved Micah down onto Kai, and Micah made a helpless, choked sound, his entire body squeezing like he was coming a third time.

  Kai’s release ripped through his body like a thunderclap. He grasped Micah’s hips and buried his cock deep, pulsing, spurting jets and jets of come into their omega.

  He leaned in and almost sank his teeth into Micah. Almost.

  Kai glimpsed the silvery bite mark on Micah’s scent gland, and stopped himself at the last moment. That’s my mark.

  And now that marking kind of felt right on Micah’s shoulder.

  Thoroughly emptied, Kai fell forward, spasming with pleasure. Strong hands caught him. Kai fumbled with the sheets, finding some support before he crushed Micah under his weight.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, trying to catch his breath. That had been different from sex with Spike. Less animalistic fighting, more pleasure for Micah.

  “You made Micah come a third time,” Spike whispered, his breathing ragged. “So—So fucking hot when he—when he came all over me.”

  Then his voice broke, and Kai cracked his eyes open, in time to watch Spike’s face scrunch up as he came.

  Yeah, that was always hot, too.

  Kai reached around Spike, pulling them all onto their sides so none of them would be crushed.

  Then his knot began to swell—he’d never knotted inside an omega before. Kai snuffled, about to pull out on instinct.

  But Micah touched his hip, looking over his shoulder. “Stay,” Micah whispered. “Kai.”

  Kai swallowed hard. He met Spike’s eyes—Spike, who had begged time and again for Kai’s knot, except Kai had never dared give it to him. Maybe he’d been afraid that he wouldn’t want to let go of Spike if they ever got that intimate.

  But Spike wasn’t jealous. He grinned, squeezing Kai’s hip.

  “I’ll knot inside Micah,” Kai rasped, forcing himself to stay. Just this once.

  Spike wriggled, satisfied. “You’re the first p
erson he’s ever knotted with, Micah,” Spike whispered. “Tell me if it’s good.”

  Micah’s flush went all the way up to his ears. Kai wished he could see Micah’s face—he could already imagine Micah’s eyes darting away, his tongue licking over his bitten-red lips.

  “I-I will,” Micah said. “But shouldn’t you be the one...”

  “I’m happy that you’re Kai’s first,” Spike answered, brushing Micah’s cheek tenderly. “Just like you were mine, and I was his.”

  It was sappy as hell. If Spike had said that earlier today, Kai would’ve felt left out again.

  Except his knot grew inside Micah, a firm pressure stretching Micah open, and this... it was intimate, too. He’d had Micah for himself. He’d mated roughly with Micah, half-expecting Micah to stop him, except Micah had welcomed every savage thrust.

  It felt like Kai had forged something with Micah with that sex—trust, intimacy. And now Kai was here with Spike and Micah, tangled with them. He wasn’t on the outside looking in anymore.

  So seeing Spike soft like this, caressing Micah, making sure Micah was happy... it made something in Kai’s heart settle.

  Something in him whispered, Spike’s a good alpha. He’s important to me. I want him.

  And then Kai needed to see both their faces, except he couldn’t, knotted behind Micah as he was.

  Kai shuffled into a half-sitting position, his full knot tugging inside Micah, sending pleasure thrumming through their bodies. He grunted; Micah gasped, and Spike grinned.

  “One of these days, we need to make you come like that,” Spike whispered, patting Micah’s cock. “Kai fucking you with his knot.”

  “Not sure I can do that,” Kai muttered, rolling his hips to test the give. Pleasure slid through his veins. “No space to fuck.”

  “There’s grinding.” Spike raised his eyebrows. “Gotta get creative, Kai. I’m gonna beat your record.”

  “Of?”

  “Making Micah come thrice.” Spike wriggled. “Between you and me, I think Micah’s come reservoir is gonna get drained so dry.”

  Micah yelped, his face turning beet-red. “Spike!”

  “You know it’s true.” Spike grinned. “But maybe after you recover from today—Kai seriously fucks hard. Your sweet ass needs some TLC now. All the tender lovin’.”

  “By you?” Kai asked dryly.

  Micah clammed up, his ears pink.

  Spike perked up. “You know, what if TLC meant ‘tender loving cock’? Tender loving come?”

  “He’s a potty-mouthed lecher,” Kai said, touching his knuckles to Micah’s back. “Ignore him.”

  Spike grinned, reaching over to slap Kai’s ass. “Yeah, I’m the openly-horny one, and Kai hides away by himself and secretly jerks off to you.”

  Kai flushed. Micah blushed harder.

  It figured, that the moment Kai left Spike to his own devices, Spike would go and spill all of his secrets.

  Micah looked hesitantly at Kai. “Well... Spike’s told me about you before. I already knew.”

  Kai wanted to murder his brother.

  Spike looked at them both with a fond smile. “Gods, I love the both of you.”

  Kai’s heart stuttered then; Micah sucked in a sharp breath.

  Kai wasn’t sure if either of them was ready to answer that—Micah had only known Spike for three weeks at this point. And Kai...

  Spike’s gaze drifted from Micah to Kai, lingering on him, half-hopeful, half-afraid. He’d said I love you to Kai once, and Kai had chickened out and rejected him then.

  Kai wet his lips, his pulse thumping. If he said no, Spike would crash. Kai couldn’t bear to let him, not when he cared for Spike, not when he knew how much this meant to Spike.

  And Spike meant more to Kai than Kai could ever put any words to.

  Ever since their parents married, Spike had always been by Kai’s side. He’d offered Kai his body, he’d asked their mom for cookies on both his behalf and Kai’s. They’d attended classes together, and for years now, it had felt as though Kai and Spike weren’t separate people, but an us.

  But how much of liking a person was ‘like’, and when did it become love? When did brotherly love turn into something more?

  Kai wet his lips, suddenly nervous. What do I say? “I—I feel something. For you.”

  It was awkward. And hope blossomed in Spike’s gaze. “For me?”

  “Yeah,” Kai said thickly, his heart pounding. This was permanent, admitting what he felt. He couldn’t go back on his word after this.

  Spike’s smile grew. “Do you feel enough to—to kiss me?”

  A flush rose through his cheeks. Spike glanced away, then back at Kai, and Kai felt his brother’s fear and embarrassment.

  Kai imagined meeting Spike’s lips with his own, and a part of him yearned.

  He glanced at Micah, only to find the professor watching them with a half-smile. What if that future includes Spike? Micah had asked. What if a great career doesn’t compare to a life with him?

  Kai didn’t have an answer to that. But maybe... he could kiss Spike, and figure this out along the way.

  “Yeah, I do,” Kai breathed. “But I don’t know how to do this relationship thing.”

  Spike brightened. He sat up, his gaze raking hungrily over Kai’s face. Then he reached for Kai and paused, his breathing fast and shallow.

  “If you really want to kiss me, you’ll have to do it,” Spike whispered, his voice shaking with how much he wanted this. Kai’s heart thumped for him.

  He reached for Spike, sliding his fingers against Spike’s nape. Then he pulled his brother forward, and slanted his mouth against Spike’s.

  Spike’s lips were soft, damp. Kai had kissed him a couple hundred times, probably more. But none of those times had been about him and Spike. They’d been about sex, or they’d been about practicing for Spike’s kisses with Micah, or that one time in the car... Kai had done it to comfort his brother.

  And now that Kai wasn’t pretending to be Micah, now that he wasn’t kissing Spike to make him groan, now that this wasn’t about anything but romance, Kai... didn’t know what to do. What part of this kiss was really him, and what part was left over from how he had imagined Micah Davis would kiss?

  Spike chuckled, his breath a warm puff of air. “Are you thinking too much about this kiss?”

  Kai snorted. “You can tell?”

  “You were like that at first with the kisses,” Spike murmured against his lips. “Remember? I asked you to kiss me for practice, and you just froze up because you didn’t know what to do.”

  Kai swallowed, glancing sidelong at Micah. Micah’s smile had turned fond.

  Spike cupped Kai’s cheeks, dragging his teeth over Kai’s lower lip. “I don’t care how you kiss me, Kai. I just want to know that you care about me in—in this way.”

  Kai gulped. How he felt about Spike... it was complicated.

  Don’t you do anything filthy under my roof, Dad had said. If I catch you fucking your brother one more time...

  This wasn’t the old apartment.

  Kai closed his eyes, sliding his fingers into Spike’s hair. He dragged his lips experimentally over Spike’s, just remembering him. Then he slipped his tongue into Spike’s mouth, tasting coffee and soda, tangling his tongue with Spike’s. Just so Spike would feel how much Kai cared.

  Spike sighed against him, smelling like juniper and rain. He smelled like musk, and onions and taco plates from that restaurant he’d been working at. Because he wanted to pay for the baby they’d given Micah.

  This was the boy Kai had grown up with. This was the alpha who’d had Kai’s back wherever they went. This was the man who’d kissed Kai’s knee and fucked into him, and his eyes had glowed so bright, Kai had thought Spike was insane.

  Something in Kai’s heart cracked open.

  In that well of emotions, he found something intense, something that said Spike is mine, something that made him want to hold Spike, and never let go. And the moment those feelings w
ashed over Kai, he knew he could never lock them back into that hidden place in his heart again.

  Had those feelings always been there? Had he... felt them for Spike, but refused to acknowledge them until now?

  “You’re crazy,” Kai whispered, Spike’s rumble reverberating through his bones. “But I think I love you.”

  His heart stopped, saying that.

  Spike sucked in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss. He pulled away and stared into Kai’s eyes. “No way.”

  “Do you want it, or not?” Kai asked. I love Spike, he thought to himself, and the words sat comfortably in his chest, like they were always meant to be there.

  A rosy flush bloomed through Spike’s face. His eyes grew glitter-bright, and he blinked hard. “You really love me,” Spike said, his voice breaking.

  Kai’s heart skipped. “Yeah.”

  Then he grabbed Spike and kissed him, and now he wasn’t even thinking, he was just kissing Spike, biting his lip, dragging his wrist down Spike’s throat to mark him with elm. Spike groaned, hauling Kai closer.

  Spike’s lips slid against his, his teeth dragging across Kai’s skin. His breathing hitched. Kai could almost hear the pounding of Spike’s heart.

  After thinking so much about kissing Spike, this sated a craving in Kai’s gut.

  When Kai broke away from him, he found Micah still watching them, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes.

  Kai felt slightly embarrassed. He’d kissed his brother in front of their professor, except Micah wasn’t just a professor to him now. Micah was Spike’s omega, and maybe... Kai wanted Micah to be his, too.

  “Sorry,” Kai said. “Didn’t mean to leave you out.”

  “Kai loves me,” Spike murmured, wriggling in delight. “Did you hear that, Micah?”

  “I did hear.” Micah’s smile was crooked. “And I didn’t feel left out—it was something you both needed. I’m happy for you.”

  Micah Davis was a good person. He wasn’t the jealous sort. He didn’t judge Spike and Kai, and he understood. And that was probably one of the things Kai liked best about him.

  Spike grinned, scooping Micah up so he sat upright, his weight pressing down on Kai’s legs.