Kai tested the cuffs. They weren’t flimsy, but if he yanked too hard, he risked the wooden headboard dislocating, and hitting someone it shouldn’t. So he needed control. Control that his cock pulsed at him to override.
It was difficult to stay put, to wait in case Spike had something else planned. Kai wanted to angle his cock down, and push into that teardrop hole on Micah’s panties. Claim his hole. Make him scream.
Micah stroked down to Kai’s cock, his hand a soft, inviting touch, stroking Kai, but not firmly enough for any sort of release. Kai growled, thrusting up. Micah groaned, spreading his legs. His cock was smaller than Kai’s, shoved up against his round belly, his precome smearing against his skin. A little further down, the lace panties wrapped snug around the rest of Micah’s cock and balls, and Kai knew every movement sent the lace rubbing against all of Micah’s sensitive parts.
So he pushed his cock against the lace, grinding the fabric against Micah’s ass. Micah gasped, his flushed tip pushing out past his foreskin, demanding touch. Not that Kai could spare a hand right now.
Spike pressed up behind Kai, all warm skin and hard cock. “Micah’s so fucking hot, isn’t he?” he growled against Kai’s ear, reaching around Kai to take Micah’s cock in hand. Then he pulled down Micah’s foreskin, showing Kai Micah’s sensitive, flushed tip, glistening with precome. “Like when I touch him here.”
He ground his thumb down on the underside of Micah’s head, right where there was a bundle of nerves. Micah gasped and thrashed beneath Kai, and Kai’s cock ached.
“Fuck,” Kai rasped, shoving his cock against Micah’s ass. He didn’t have the leverage to push in easily right now, not without lifting his ass to angle his cock down—and that would open himself up to Spike.
That was exactly what Spike had planned, wasn’t it?
“You sneaky bastard,” Kai muttered, his heart thumping for his alpha. All the same, he leaned in, need pulling his skin tight.
“Benefits of being stuck in a hospital bed.” Spike shoved his cock between Kai’s cheeks. Then he released Micah’s cock, caught Micah’s ankles, and pushed Micah’s legs up to his sides, leaving Micah’s ass vulnerable, completely open to Kai. Micah whimpered.
Kai couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t help the way he snarled and surged forward, grinding his cock against Micah’s hole, the drenched, damp-roughened lace smearing slick up the underside of his cock.
Micah whimpered, reaching down between Kai’s legs. Then he dipped his fingers into himself, pulled them out, and smeared slick all over Kai’s cock. So Kai could sink every last inch into Micah in one stroke.
“Fuck,” Kai hissed, his body aching with every second he was outside his omega. He thrust at Micah’s fingers. “Need.”
“All yours, Kai,” Spike murmured behind him, spreading Micah’s legs wider.
“Please,” Micah whispered, grasping Kai’s cock and angling him down, until Kai’s tip pushed through the teardrop shape, and against his small, puckered hole.
Kai couldn’t help it. His hips snapped up, and his cock plowed into Micah’s sweet heat, spreading him open, driving deep inside, until he was completely buried in his omega, Micah’s ass a tight, sucking hole that begged Kai for his come.
Kai swore, his hips snapping as he shoved, trying to get deeper inside Micah, so deep that Micah would always remember Kai as his alpha.
Micah whined, throwing his head back, his neck exposed. Kai strained to get closer, strained to suck on his throat and bite down on his scent gland. But the restraints held him too far away. The headboard held him back. He clenched his fists. Shouldn’t free hands. Keep Micah safe.
He did the next best thing. He snapped his hips hard, pumping deep, grinding his curved cock up against Micah’s prostate. Micah writhed, his body squeezing tight around Kai, his whimpers growing louder.
“Fuck,” Spike whispered, his voice hoarse.
“More?” Kai growled, watching in satisfaction as Micah squirmed around his cock.
“Please,” Micah sobbed, digging his nails into Kai’s legs, pinpricks of pain that made Kai’s instincts rumble with pride.
Vaguely, Kai was aware of Spike moving behind him, of the nightstand drawer thumping shut, and the plastic snap of a lid. Then cool fingers pressed behind him, between his asscheeks and up against his hole.
Gods, yeah, Kai wanted this, too.
As he continued to thrust, milking Micah of every whimper, Spike pushed inside, two fingers at once, forcing Kai to open. Pleasure hummed down Kai’s nerves; he squeezed around his brother, never once slowing down, until Spike grasped his hip with a firm hand, his cock nudging between Kai’s cheeks.
“Slow,” Spike growled. “Gonna fuck into you.”
Kai slowed, just for him. Micah whined, his pupils blown, his cock a dark red now, shameless and needy.
Spike pressed up close behind Kai, angled his cock, slammed in, opening him up. Pleasure hissed through Kai’s veins. Kai panted, adjusting to Spike inside him. Spike groaned, thrusting again, his thickness a sweet, demanding weight inside Kai.
They built a rhythm, Kai claiming their omega, Spike’s cock shoving into him each time he pulled back. They all groaned.
Kai’s release was close—it began to swell inside him, and he thrust harder into his omega, raking his cock against Micah’s prostate. Needed to hear Micah scream, needed to make Micah cream himself. Micah cried out, his chest heaving, his hole clinging wet around Kai’s cock.
Kai swore, increasing his pace, his balls heavy with come. All for Micah. He wanted to fuck in deep, give Micah all his seed, wanted to bend Micah in half to thrust in deeper, and he was almost right there, to the point of no return—
Spike grasped Kai’s hips, yanking him up and away, until Kai’s cock slid clean out of their omega. And the climb to his release stopped.
“Fuck,” Kai snarled, shaking himself out of Spike’s grip. “Damn you—”
Spike’s teeth landed on his shoulder, deep enough to sting. “Mine,” Spike growled, holding Kai down, his biceps flexing with the strain. He bit hard along Kai’s shoulder, sets of teeth marks that grew deeper and
