His Two Alphas

by Anna Wineheart

  Spike sighed. Strong hands wrapped around Micah’s calves, helping him into the car. Kai grasped Micah’s arm to lift him off the seat. Micah fumbled over to the other side, his walking stick thumping awkwardly against his legs.

  It was warm in the car, such a relief from the cold rain.

  Spike crowded in after him and shut the door. Kai put the car into drive. It was silent for a beat, save for the rain drumming on the car’s roof. But Micah didn’t feel welcome right now. It felt like he’d gotten on both Kai and Spike’s bad sides.

  “You’re pregnant,” Spike growled. “Were you just gonna walk home like this?”

  Micah sagged, his face burning. “I’m an idiot. I realize that.”

  “You could’ve told us,” Kai said, eyes narrowed. “We wouldn’t have minded.”

  “I can’t believe you didn’t,” Spike muttered, throwing a dirty look at Micah. “You’re supposed to trust us! And now you’re soaked to the bone, and this bag is way too fucking heavy. What if you fell?”

  Micah flinched, stung. He knew all of that. He’d thought all those same things, raising York. But now that no one needed him so much anymore... it was fine to be a little reckless. His baby would still be okay. “I just wanted to prove that I could do this myself. That I’m not... reliant on you.”

  “We’re here for a reason.” Kai glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “It’s fine if you ask for help.”

  Micah looked down at his hands, guilt and fatigue weighing his heart down. For so long, he’d been the strong one, raising York. He hadn’t really had anyone else to depend on. He didn’t like reaching out, proving to anyone that he was weak.

  “How did you even find me?” Micah asked, so they wouldn’t focus on being angry. “I could’ve taken the car—”

  “You didn’t.” Kai met his eyes, his expression grave. “York texted us. He got into an accident. That’s how we found out.”

  Micah’s stomach dropped. “An accident?” he squeaked.

  “He’s fine.” Spike narrowed his eyes. “He’s at the ER, but he’s short on cash. Broken arm. Nothing else.”

  Micah pulled his phone out, opening his latest text. It had been from York.

  Gods, he needed me and I ignored him. Micah swallowed his guilt, hitting the call button.

  York answered after a couple of rings. “Dad?”

  Relief unfurled through Micah’s chest. At least he’s still calling me Dad. “Are you okay? Do you hurt? Do you need me to go down to the hospital—”

  “I’m fine,” York said. “But the car... It’s smashed up on the driver’s side. Sorry.”

  “How did it even happen?”

  There was a pause. “I missed a stoplight,” York eventually said. “A car crashed into me.”

  Micah’s stomach twisted. If the car hadn’t stopped in time, if it hadn’t only been York’s arm that was hurt... I could have lost my son. He pictured the scene in his head, over and over. So many different ways York could have died.

  He whimpered, hunching over. If he’d left things as they were, York giving him the cold shoulder... Micah would have regretted that for the rest of his life.

  “You could’ve left the car at home,” Spike said loudly, enough that York could hear him over the line. “So your dad didn’t have to walk home in the rain. He tripped just getting into our car.”

  York went silent. Micah cringed. They’d all been walking on eggshells around each other for the past month, and Micah was so tired of it.

  “I’ll grab a cab down,” Micah said.

  “You don’t have to,” York muttered, but Micah heard the reluctance in his voice. Even with his part-time job, York didn’t have the money to pay for everything.

  Micah sighed. “I’ll be down in a while. Give me some time.”

  “Thanks,” York said, sounding awkward.

  The call ended. His hands shaking, Micah dropped his phone and leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. He thought about York in the hospital, some car almost mowing down his baby. That was terrifying.

  “I—I need to go to the hospital,” he mumbled, needing to see York. Just to make sure that York was really fine.

  The car pulled to a stop; Kai cut the engine. Then he opened the door, and the rain pattered loudly in Micah’s ears.

  “We’ll go,” Spike said. “But after you get into some dry clothes.”

  “But you’re angry,” Micah blurted.

  “We’re angry because you should’ve trusted us.” Spike scowled. “But we’re not leaving you.”

  Kai opened the backdoor, scooping Micah out into his warm embrace. “Can’t carry you,” Kai muttered. “Ankle’s still healing.”

  But he slid his arm around Micah’s waist, holding Micah flush against his chest. This... it felt like forgiveness. Micah gulped, tentatively leaning into Kai, just breathing in his elm scent, and the rain pattering into his dry shirt.

  Kai kissed his temple, stroking Micah’s back.

  Spike handed the grocery bag to Kai. Then he swept Micah off his feet; Micah yelped.

  “We’ll get you showered and cleaned up,” Spike said. “After that, we’ll go to the hospital with you.”

  Micah didn’t have the strength to protest. Kai led the way to the apartment; Spike carried him through the front door.

  The moment they locked the deadbolt, Spike set Micah down, hiking up Micah’s waterlogged sweater. Micah gulped, swaying on his feet. He’d never been naked in his living room before. He felt... exposed. But safe.

  “How’re you feeling?” Kai asked when he stepped out of the kitchen, Micah’s groceries tucked away.

  Spike dropped Micah’s sweater next to them, working on the drawstrings of his flannel pants. He glanced at Micah’s face, though, waiting for an answer.

  Micah blushed. Even though they’d gotten mad at him, they were still here. Still concerned. “I’m fine.”

  Spike narrowed his eyes. “No, tell us the truth.”

  Micah huffed, sagging against the door. He couldn’t hide anything from Spike, could he? “My fatigue hit. It’s difficult to even move.”

  “You should’ve told us.” Clicking his tongue, Kai stepped up to them, crouching to pull Micah’s shoes off his feet. “Can’t help you if you don’t.”

  Then Micah was completely naked, his damp skin slowly cooling in the apartment’s dry air. He felt a little less self-conscious around them now, after consecutive nights spent naked in Kai and Spike’s bed. They knew what he looked like. They’d kissed him anyway.

  Kai and Spike brought him into the bathroom. They stripped. Spike ran the shower, until steam puffed out from behind the shower curtain. Kai pressed up against Micah’s back, wrapping his arms around Micah, his body heat soaking into Micah’s skin.

  If the adrenaline hadn’t been keeping him awake, Micah would have dozed off.

  When the water was the right temperature, Spike led the way into the shower. Micah followed, and Kai brought up the rear.

  It was crowded, the three of them in a small square of space. But standing between Kai and Spike, their solid chests bumping into him, Micah slowly warmed up, his shivers fading away.

  He found both alphas watching him in concern, pressed close, trying to get him warm as quickly as they could.

  They were both so earnest, that sometimes, Micah didn’t feel deserving of all their care.

  “I’m sorry about earlier,” Micah said, bowing his head. “I should have asked for help.”

  Spike brightened. He cradled Micah’s face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. “I just want you to be safe,” Spike murmured, kissing Micah softly on the lips. “No more walking alone in the cold rain. That’s just miserable.”

  Micah’s heart fluttered for him.

  “Yeah,” Kai said, dragging his lips down Micah’s ear. “If Spike did that, I would’ve punched him.”

  “And then you would’ve fucked me.” Spike grinned, wriggling against Micah. “That’s how Kai claims people. By fuck
ing.”

  Kai huffed, but he wrapped his arm around Spike, too, pulling the three of them so close, that there was no space between them for air. Micah’s eyelids fluttered shut. Kai kissed the top of his head.

  “You’re important,” Kai murmured. “You need to remember that.”

  “I...” Micah glanced down at his mottled body, an angry contrast against Spike’s bronzed, perfect skin. “I’m just me. I’m old and scarred.”

  “I love the way you moan,” Spike whispered against his lips. “And the way you care so much about your students.”

  “And York, even if he’s a jerk,” Kai said dryly. “You’re a great dad, you know. I don’t think we mention it enough.”

  Micah sighed, his heart thumping. “I messed up with York. Maybe I shouldn’t have taught him that this was bad. It kind of is, but—”

  “This isn’t bad at all,” Spike said fiercely, kissing Micah hard on the lips. “I don’t care if you’re our teacher, Micah. I don’t even care that you’re older than us. You’re our omega.”

  Micah’s throat grew tight. Spike, with his tireless optimism... he was perfect. His affection for Micah had never once flagged, and the way Spike loved—fierce and unconditionally, even though he was silly sometimes and he joked around so much... Micah realized he loved having Spike around.

  He realized he cared for Spike, to the point where his heart yearned for more.

  He stared into Spike’s eyes, all copper with flecks of deeper brown, and realized—I love him.

  The realization made Micah’s stomach clench. I shouldn’t.

  22

  Micah

  Micah sucked in a deep breath, trying to hide his thoughts. Spike would read him otherwise.

  “Are—Are you sure I’m your omega?” Micah tried to joke.

  Kai rumbled, stroking his wrists down Micah’s sides. His eyes gleamed. “You wear my mark.”

  “I wish you’d let me mark you,” Spike said, touching the scent gland on Micah’s neck. “Kai’s is there, but it’s off-center. Like it needs another mark to balance it out.”

  Micah’s heart thumped. The moment Spike said it, he wanted Spike’s bonding mark on him, too. But he couldn’t commit to them. Whatever he felt toward Kai and Spike... for as long as they were his students, this was a risk. He’d been ignoring that for the past two months.

  “You saw that email from the college president,” Micah said. “This whole relationship is risky.”

  With another two years before they graduated... Would this even last? Kai and Spike would find some other omega eventually, younger and not scarred, and they’d realize that there wasn’t any point in courting Micah. Kai and Spike were a good match by themselves, too.

  “But there’s also that new bill,” Kai said. “The president might turn it into a law.”

  “But it isn’t a law yet.” Micah sighed. “Bernard made that very clear.”

  He didn’t want to think about it. So he turned to Kai, stiffening when Spike slipped a couple of fingers between his asscheeks.

  “Have we warmed you up enough?” Spike murmured, nudging Micah’s hole. “Or do you need a bit more heat?”

  Micah’s eyes grew wide. Maybe it was his new revelation about Spike, but Spike’s touch sent a jolt of heat down his nerves. “We’re—We’re supposed to head to the hospital,” Micah gasped, flushing when Kai raked his hot gaze down Micah’s body.

  “York can fend for himself for a while,” Spike said. “‘Sides, I wanna mark you with our scent. I want everyone to know you’re ours.”

  Micah’s heart pounded. There was going to pick up his son, and then there was spending just another five minutes with his alphas.

  And with York having a broken arm, Micah didn’t want to rub salt into his wound by risking York overhearing anything he did with Spike and Kai.

  “We have time for a quickie,” Kai growled in Micah’s ear, sucking Micah’s earlobe into his hot, damp mouth. “Get that tension out of your muscles.”

  “And a hot cock inside you.” Spike’s voice held a smile; he leaned in, kissing Micah on his scent gland. “I want Kai to watch you come.”

  Micah’s blood pooled between his legs. Even though Kai had seen him come... it was still a moment when Micah was completely vulnerable. Did Kai really want...?

  Kai growled, capturing Micah’s lips in a deep kiss that went straight down his spine. Micah’s cock grew embarrassingly hard. Just from that one kiss.

  Spike shut off the shower, so warm water stopped pattering on their skin. In the following silence, every sound Micah made was amplified—especially when Spike grasped Micah’s asscheeks, and spread them apart. Micah whimpered.

  “Nice,” Kai growled, dragging his thumb along Micah’s lip. “Do that again. I want to hear him.”

  “He’s always so tight and pink,” Spike said, rubbing Micah’s hole lightly. Then he knelt behind Micah, pressing his face against Micah’s ass.

  His tongue flicked against Micah’s hole, damp and soft. Micah gasped, his throat growing dry. He’s going to taste me.

  Before him, Kai watched, his dark eyes never missing any of Micah’s reactions. Micah felt utterly exposed. And even though he’d slept with Kai, it was still mortifying, having Kai know just how much Micah enjoyed being touched in his intimate places.

  “Micah likes?” Spike asked, pushing his tongue into Micah’s hole, opening him with it. Micah’s spine arched.

  “Yeah,” Kai growled, musk rolling off his skin. “His pupils blew open. What’re you doing?”

  Spike pulled back out. “Tasting him. Mm.”

  Then he probed back inside, and Micah’s tip pushed eagerly out of his foreskin, his body betraying him.

  “Taste good?” Kai asked. Spike’s only answer was a groan.

  This had happened a few times since the three of them had gotten together—Kai and Spike describing to each other what they were doing to Micah. And it never failed to make Micah flush, his embarrassment heightening his sensitivity somehow.

  “He’s hard,” Kai said, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. He reached between Micah’s legs, his callused fingers whispering down Micah’s cock, sending a rush of pleasure through his veins. “Gonna taste him from here.”

  Spike rumbled. Kai slanted his lips, catching Micah in a rough, possessive kiss that made Micah’s toes curl. He’d never done this before—Kai’s tongue sweeping into his mouth, at the same time Spike tasted his hole. They were both inside him, and his cock ached.

  Kai wrapped his fingers around Micah’s cock. Micah jerked, his hips rolling. He couldn’t help reacting to them both, needing more. Spike pulled Micah’s hips toward himself, his breath warm against Micah’s cheeks.

  “One of the things I love best about Micah,” Spike said, rubbing his thumb down the back of Micah’s balls. “He’s so fucking sensitive.”

  Then he squeezed Micah’s sac, sending a jolt of pleasure through Micah’s body. Micah jerked forward, his cock grinding against Kai’s palm.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Kai rumbled, his gaze appreciative as he pulled Micah’s foreskin down. He swirled his thumb over Micah’s exposed head, flicking just beneath it, where Spike had discovered was Micah’s most sensitive spot.

  Spike hadn’t said it in front of Micah at that point, but the next time Kai had touched him, he’d gone for that same spot, too.

  It made Micah wonder how much they each saw about him, and how much they’d told each other.

  They knew most of his secrets. They were still here, still pleasuring him, and maybe, just for another day, Micah could pretend this was all without consequence.

  Kai’s cock grew thick. Micah reached for it, stroking his fingers down its curved length. He hadn’t had enough of it. Spike’s, too.

  “Want something?” Kai growled, rutting into his palm.

  “M-maybe.” Micah squeezed Kai’s cock, clenching around Spike’s tongue. Spike broke his lewd kiss and pushed something into Micah, thicker than two fingers. Micah hissed, spre
ading around him, his cock jerking in Kai’s fist.

  “Whatever you just put inside him, he loves it,” Kai growled.

  “Three fingers,” Spike rasped. “So ready for Kai’s cock.”

  Micah’s face burned. He was desperate, and both brothers knew it.

  Kai pumped Micah’s cock, driving slow, deliberate waves of sensation through Micah’s body. “You fuck him, Spike. I’ll watch.”

  Micah groaned. Spike stood, his blunt tip nudging between Micah’s cheeks, his hot chest pressing against Micah’s back.

  “I love touching you,” Spike whispered into Micah’s ear, grinding his thick cock against Micah’s hole. “I love how you get so damn tight around me.”

  He grasped Micah’s cheeks and spread them again, shoving Micah flush against Kai’s body. “Gods, Micah.” Kai’s heat burned down Micah’s skin; his cock jutted demandingly against Micah’s front. Micah gasped, rising up onto tiptoes so their cocks met, grinding together. Kai’s cock was heavy against his own, thick and slippery. Micah’s body tightened with need.

  Kai wrapped his fist around them and fucked up; every slide of their skin sent tingles down Micah’s nerves. Kai’s body was ravenous, but his eyes—they burned into Micah’s soul.

  Spike snapped his hips, sinking his cock into Micah’s soaked hole. Micah cried out, stretching around him.

  “F-fuck,” Spike whispered, thrusting deep into Micah. “I love you.”

  Those three words stuck inside Micah’s head. I love you, he thought, as Spike’s cock drove inside him, grinding against his prostate. There was more to the sentiment, but all Micah could think was I love Spike. Spike’s hands grasped his hips heavily, his cock fitting snug inside Micah’s body, like it was meant to be there.

  Spike ground a jolt of pleasure through his prostate.

  “I,” Micah gasped, his heart swelling full. Just the thought of both of them here with him, accepting the horrors of his body—he wanted to be beautiful for them.

  “Love you,” Spike growled, snapping his hips, dragging his wrists down Micah’s chest. “Gonna come inside and fill you up with love.”