Kai began a hard rhythm, plunging so deep that his pelvis tapped Micah’s ass. Micah couldn’t breathe. He took Kai’s cock, panting, Spike’s gaze hot on him.
“You look so good,” Spike whispered. His gaze was intent, admiring and hungry.
He cradled Micah’s face, drawing him into a deep kiss. He swallowed Micah’s moans when Kai pounded into him, stroking Micah’s cock, until Micah throbbed, smearing precome all over Spike’s fingers. “Please,” Micah whispered, his cheeks burning.
“You’re close,” Spike whispered, licking Micah’s wetness off his palm. Micah flushed.
And Spike hauled him off Kai, his breathing uneven. “Need to get inside. Need more.”
Kai swore, baring his teeth, his cock dark red and so very close. “He’s mine.”
“Mine first,” Spike growled.
When he turned Micah around and slid inside this time, Spike’s thrusts were hard, demanding, his cock grinding up against Micah’s prostate so Micah cried out, shuddering against Kai.
Kai shoved his cock against Micah’s, closing his fist around them both. Then he pumped them together, tight, firm strokes, and Micah pulsed, dripping shamelessly onto Kai.
“Please,” Micah gasped, his blood thrumming with need. “More.”
“Can’t hold on,” Spike rasped, pressing Micah flush against Kai, his thrusts shoving Micah forward.
The pressure in Micah’s body built. Kai’s cock swelled, and Spike’s breathing turned ragged. With a roar, Spike fucked deep into Micah, his fingers grasping Micah bruisingly tight, his cock pulsing as he unloaded in Micah’s body.
Micah imagined his pleasure, a hair away from release. And Kai turned him back around, thrusting up into Micah’s ass.
Pleasure crashed through Micah like a lightning bolt. He arched, his eyes rolling back, his cock pulsing as Kai drove hard into him, Kai’s strokes turning uneven as he neared his own climax.
Someone held Micah’s cock, catching the dregs of his come. Spike? Micah panted, his body squeezing.
Then Kai cursed, burying his cock deep inside Micah, his teeth sinking into Micah’s shoulder, halfway across Micah’s scent gland.
Pleasure and pain shot through him; Micah shuddered, falling forward, his body weak.
Strong arms wrapped around him. Slowly, Micah caught his breath, barely aware of the chests pressed against his front and back, the two alphas around him, sweaty and half-naked, their lips on his skin. Someone stroked his wrists down Micah’s sides.
He felt safe, standing between them both.
Kai slid out of Micah, dragging his lips across Micah’s nape. “I don’t think you want my knot.”
Micah shook his head.
“What about mine?” Spike asked, licking his fingers. Micah realized that Spike was licking Micah’s come off his hand. Spike’s eyes pleaded.
For a moment, Micah almost said yes. He missed being knotted. But looking at Spike and his brother, he remembered how very young they were.
They were his students. Micah’s chest tightened with horror.
He tried to stagger away, except Spike hugged him close, damp chest and muscular arms. “Okay, no knot,” Spike said, burying his nose in Micah’s hair. “It’s just that I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long.”
“He really has,” Kai rumbled behind Micah, stroking his knuckles down Micah’s side. “Spike’s had the biggest crush on you for ages.”
Micah paused, his thoughts whirling. How could anyone have a crush on him? But Spike looked hopefully at Micah, his smile uncertain. It was an honest gaze.
He really likes me? Micah’s heart squeezed. How is that even possible?
Then Spike glanced down at Micah’s shoulder, and his smile faded. “Kai,” Spike said. “You—You marked him?”
Micah froze. When he’d felt those teeth on his skin, he hadn’t thought... that it would lead to a bonding mark. I need to look in the mirror.
Spike’s gaze had locked onto the crook of Micah’s neck. Kai was silent for a second, and then he swore.
“Shit,” Kai muttered. “I... I wasn’t thinking. Shit. Sorry. Is that... on your scent gland?”
“Kai always bites me when he goes into a rut,” Spike mumbled, flushing. Jealousy flickered in his eyes. “But... but he’s always avoided my scent gland.”
Kai looked torn. “I... I’ve never bitten an omega before. That spot would’ve cleared Spike’s. Did I really mark you?”
Micah staggered over to his desk, pulling the dusty cloth off his mirror. In it, he saw himself, half his body marred with scars, and two teenagers standing behind him.
And on the crook of his neck, halfway across his scent gland, was a set of teethmarks, blood welling up on his skin.
Micah touched the wound gingerly, his thoughts grinding to a halt.
On any other occasion, it would’ve meant that Micah had an alpha. But this... he couldn’t possibly hold Kai to it. Kai was nineteen, and he hadn’t meant to leave the mark at all.
“I’ll be responsible for it,” Kai said.
5
Spike
Jealousy roared through Spike’s gut, eating at him. He couldn’t stop staring at the blood on Micah Davis’ shoulder.
It should’ve been his mark. Or he should’ve been in Davis’ place instead.
On countless occasions, Spike had imagined Kai accidentally biting his scent gland. Marking him. And on even more occasions, Spike had imagined leaving his mark on Davis’ neck, or his wrists.
And now Kai had marked Davis, leaving Spike out of that bond.
Part of Spike knew this should happen—Davis might end up being the reason Kai stayed in Meadowfall. But damn if Spike didn’t want to lay claim on them both.
Davis—Micah—wouldn’t let Spike mark him, too, would he?
“It’s not entirely covering the gland,” the professor said slowly, pressing two fingers against his neck. Kai’s bite had mostly fallen outside the gland’s boundaries. “It’s just halfway. I believe that allows you to avoid being responsible for it. It’s fine.”
Kai narrowed his eyes. “I’m not that kind of person. If I made a mistake, I’ll own it.”
“Let him,” Spike blurted. “Kai’s the most responsible alpha you’ll ever meet.”
Kai glanced at Spike, eyebrows raised. Then he looked sheepish, regretful. “Sorry. I know you wanted... It should’ve been Spike’s mark. I’m sorry.”
“Can I mark you?” Spike asked Micah. Hope fluttered in his chest;
