If Spike played his cards right... Micah Davis might even let Spike touch between his thighs. Spike’s throat went dry.
“Little wonder why he’s so adamant about keeping us out,” Kai muttered.
Spike elbowed his stepbrother in the ribs. “You know he’s been my crush forever. Shut up.”
If it had been a month-long infatuation, yeah, maybe Spike would agree with Kai’s hesitation. Except he and Davis went back far longer than that: years.
Nine years ago, when he was ten, Spike had been in Micah Davis’ backyard. There had been a party, and Spike had asked an older alpha, Can I set off a firework?
The alpha had agreed, holding Spike’s hands so they could light the fireworks together. On their third firework, the tiny, whistling rocket had smashed into the professor’s house, and set it ablaze. It had been an accident.
Spike remembered the screams from when the fire spread. York’s dad had been inside the house. His screams had gone on for a long time.
In the following days, Spike had heard that Micah Davis had been badly burned, and he’d fought for his life at the hospital.
After that fire, Spike’s mom had forbidden him from attending any more backyard parties, or playing at York’s place. But Spike had glimpsed York’s dad around town—with bandages from the accident, and later, terrible scars.
He’d grown up wondering about Micah Davis—how he was, whether he was still angry with Spike, whether he would let Spike talk to York again.
Somehow, over the years, Spike’s curiosity had taken on a life of its own. He’d wondered about Davis’ scars, he’d wondered how difficult it was, walking around with a limp. He’d painted red marks all over his face and washed it off, not feeling much different than before.
Then he’d presented as alpha, and puberty had given him dirty thoughts. Thoughts that had his mind delving inside Mr. Davis’ pants, wondering what his cock looked like. Then his hole.
The first time Spike had thought about Micah Davis’ ass wrapped around his cock, he’d jizzed so hard, he’d gotten come into his hair.
Kai looked askance at Spike. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
Spike laughed. “I’m already a sick fuck. I don’t think sleeping with our professor is going to make it better.”
He reached between Kai’s legs, grabbing Kai’s cock. Kai rumbled, his eyelids fluttering shut with pleasure.
Sometimes, Spike figured he was the sickest person in Meadowfall. He had a years-long crush on his professor. He’d taken up the chemistry major because Micah Davis taught the subject at Meadowfall College.
Spike was also regularly fucking his stepbrother, sucking Kai off, offering himself when Kai got into one of his ruts.
“You took your meds, right?” Spike asked, glancing at Kai’s desk where the orange pill bottle was.
Kai shrugged. “I did. Whether it’s gonna work today, I don’t know.”
“Well, don’t go into a rut at York’s place,” Spike said.
“You say that like I have any choice.” Kai snorted, grabbing his satchel. “Are we going?”
“Yeah.” Spike gave Kai’s cock a last squeeze, then pulled on his own backpack. “Actually, maybe you should go into a rut at York’s place.”
Kai threw him a dirty look. He was half a head taller than Spike, his limbs corded with muscle, his full lips utterly kissable. Throw in Kai’s strong jaw and broad shoulders, and Spike could see why omegas regularly tried to hit on his brother. Granted, they also asked Spike for his number, but Spike had figured they were after him for his pecs and ass. At least, that was where Kai stared when he thought dirty about Spike.
“Unlike you, I have no intention of sleeping with York’s dad,” Kai said. “He’s the one giving us our grades.”
“C’mon, he looks so good.” Spike licked his lips. “He’s lonely. His hair looks soft. He’s never had an alpha’s scent on him all the times I sniffed.”
“There’s York’s scent,” Kai pointed out.
Spike rolled his eyes. “York doesn’t want any random alpha touching his dad, which is why he marks Davis.”
“And you think York will let you?”
“Davis is an adult,” Spike said. “He doesn’t need York’s permission for anything. ‘Sides, have you seen the way Davis looks at me? He’s gonna moan when I touch him. I just know it.”
“You sure he’ll consent?” Kai looked doubtful. “He could kick you out of his class.”
“I’ve hit on him so many times.” Spike folded his arms indignantly. “And I’ve been watching him for years. I can read him. He’d really like some cock. Maybe two. I don’t mind sharing.”
Deep down, he wasn’t so sure. Maybe Davis might say no anyway. Spike tried not to squirm.
Kai rolled his eyes, hauling Spike out of the dorm. “Yeah, stop drooling and get moving.”
“You unfeeling bastard,” Spike grumbled.
“You know it.”
“I do.”
And there lay Spike’s other secret, the one he’d never told Kai about.
Having a crush on your professor was one thing—alphas fell in love with omegas, and that was a given. But loving another alpha? When he was your stepbrother, and he’d made it clear he wasn’t staying in this town longer than he had to?
When he didn’t care for you as anything more than a brother? That hurt.
It wasn’t like Spike even wanted to love Kai. They’d sort of fallen together after Kai’s erratic ruts began, and Spike had offered his own body so Kai could get through his classes without knocking up some omega.
Except Spike had realized that Kai’s dickings made his own cock hard.
He’d felt like some twisted pervert. He was alpha. He wasn’t supposed to get off on being fucked. But he’d coaxed Kai to return the favor, and Kai... liked Spike’s cock inside him, too. That made two of them.
But what Spike felt... it wasn’t just because Kai had been fucking him. The
