As a favor to his brother, Kai said, “I’ll stick around for now. At least, until Spike graduates and gets a full-time job.”
It was just two years. That was okay... right? He could fit some time in between all his basketball practices.
Spike turned, disbelief etched through his face. “You will?”
That bastard had no right to look so gleeful.
“You should knock him up some more,” Spike said, his eyes all bright.
Micah Davis choked, his ears turning red.
“Fuck you, Spike,” Kai answered.
“No, fuck Micah.” Spike wriggled, beaming. “I’ll watch. Would you want to?” Spike asked the professor. “You liked Kai’s cock inside you, right? You creamed yourself the moment he fucked into you.”
“No!” Davis spluttered and looked away, but a telling coil of musk wafted off his skin. He wasn’t in heat, so this genuine interest... It went right down to Kai’s cock. Spike’s smile grew.
Kai scowled, hefting his backpack against his shoulder. “I’m just here for a consultation,” he muttered. “I need help with my homework.”
“And you can show Micah your gratitude after hours,” Spike murmured. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“I would mind very much,” Davis said, his face beet-red. “Spike, if you could excuse yourself, I’d like to start this consultation.”
“Fine.” Spike did another of his damn victory dances. “I haven’t forgotten about the baby, you know. We should get together to talk about it. Tonight?”
He looked both Kai and Davis in the eye, his expression turning serious—one of those rare instances that struck Kai in the chest.
Spike Ventura could pull his own weight when he decided to—that was one of the things Kai appreciated most about his stepbrother.
“I’m free if you are,” Kai said, glancing at Davis.
The professor sighed. “I guess we’ll have to talk.”
“Good. Set things up with Kai. I’ll be there.”
Spike stepped close to Davis. He slipped his fingers through Davis’ hair, and tipped his face up. Davis’ eyes widened like he was surprised. Then Spike pressed a slow, deep kiss to the professor’s lips, the sort he’d begged Kai to help him practice with.
Davis gasped; Spike swallowed the sound and dragged the scent gland on his wrist down Davis’ throat, and Kai felt a twinge of... something.
He wasn’t jealous. It just felt strange, watching Spike mark anyone that wasn’t Kai.
Last week had been different; they’d both been in a rut, and it was just sex. This... With Spike and Davis caught in their own world...
It almost felt like Spike was leaving Kai behind.
When Spike broke the kiss, Micah Davis almost leaned in for more. Then Davis made himself pull away, like it hurt him to do so.
“Mine,” Spike whispered. “At least, I want you to be mine. But even if you aren’t, that’s okay. I’ll be fully responsible for the baby.”
He stepped back, his gaze so damn hot on Davis, that Kai knew there was no way Spike would ever fall out of love with that omega. For the past few years, Kai had expected this. But seeing it play out in front of him...
Somehow, it felt wrong. Kai felt left out.
I don’t love him that way. We’re stepbrothers.
With a wave, Spike disappeared out of the office, leaving Kai and the professor alone. Davis touched his lips, still in shock.
The silence was awkward without Spike. Kai remembered the way Davis had taken one look at him, paled, and shoved himself against the far wall like Kai had terrified him.
Kai had just been pissed for seconds. It wouldn’t have given regular people a reaction like that. What happened to you?
He retreated behind Davis’ desk to give him some space. Then he set his bag down, riffling through his assignments.
“Look,” Micah Davis said eventually, glancing at the door. “I am... not the person you saw last week.”
“What, in your bedroom?” Kai met his eyes.
Davis flushed a bright red. He picked at his hands, covering up his scarred fingers. “That... did not happen.”
Well, it did. Kai remembered touching Davis’ hole, right between his legs. Davis’ moan had scorched down Kai’s spine.
“Can’t say it didn’t,” Kai answered. “That’s just lying to yourself.”
Davis blew out a breath. “Maybe I like lying to myself.”
“Why?”
The professor smiled crookedly. “We’re here to help you with your problems, not mine.”
“Who’s gonna help you with your problems, then?”
Davis looked away. “Who said I needed help with them?”
Out of curiosity, Kai reached over for Davis’ scarred hand. The professor pulled it away from him.
“Does it still hurt?” Kai asked.
Surprise flashed through Davis’ eyes. “Not—Not often. Sometimes.”
He tugged his sleeve down, though, trying to cover up the mottled skin.
It occurred to Kai then, that Micah Davis was embarrassed about his scars. Kai had vaguely noticed his discomfort last week, but seeing the professor now, seeing the way he tried to hide himself... Had Spike always been aware of this?
Was this why Spike had said I want to hold him and kiss him and tell him he’s the most beautiful person in the world?
Kai looked again at Davis, and realized that Davis needed intimacy like that. That Davis and Spike would be good together—Spike was so eager to give Davis everything he wanted.
Gods, Spike would’ve given anything to hear what Davis had just admitted, wouldn’t he? Kai felt slightly guilty. Except he could tell Spike, too. Later, when they were home together.
“So, the class material,” Davis said, his expression carefully blank. “Which did you need help with?”
He was so different from the omega last week, who had squirmed and gasped against Kai, thrusting his ass up, pleading. He was different from the omega a few minutes ago, the omega who had pressed himself against the wall, afraid of Kai.
Kai couldn’t help watching him, trying to piece together this puzzle that was Micah Davis.
And maybe he couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like, sleeping with Davis again. Feeling Davis tremble against him as he
