The noodles were steaming and the pork broth was rich and decadent, but at that moment, Spike wanted to taste something sweeter... something like Micah Davis’ skin. He couldn’t wait.
9
Micah
Micah parked in the college dorm’s parking lot, his pants too tight, his skin prickling.
He was doing this. He really was.
Kai and Spike had offered him a ride to the dorm, but he hadn’t wanted to leave his car at the drive-in. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to fit in with them. He was still wary around Kai, and Spike—
Had Spike really been watching Micah all those years? He’d seen Micah with the scars and bald patches, he’d seen Micah hobble between places.
I can’t believe he knows about the fire. What else has he seen of me? Embarrassed, Micah tightened his hands around the steering wheel, his gaze drifting to his scarred hand.
Last week, Micah had thought Spike had been ogling his mottled skin. But through dinner tonight, Spike had tried to touch Micah all over—even the covered scars.
Maybe he’s just pretending, Micah thought.
Except... Spike knew too much about Micah for it to be a pretense. His fondness seemed genuine. His touch was sure on Micah’s body, unafraid. It was... such a nice change from everyone else Micah had dated.
Spike felt safe. Spike felt like somewhere Micah could hide, and pretend he was normal.
No one else has wanted me so unconditionally. And maybe... tonight might even be better than last week.
Heart pattering with anticipation, Micah cut the engine, glancing out the window. Kai and Spike had parked in the next lot. Through the glass, Micah watched as Spike clicked off his seatbelt and leaned across the center console, hauling Kai in for a kiss. And his arm—it worked between Kai’s legs, pumping and squeezing.
Micah imagined Spike’s hand around Kai’s cock, and he grew so hard it hurt.
I can’t believe I want to see it.
He reached down, grinding his palm against his bulge, just so it wouldn’t ache so much.
Then Spike looked over his shoulder, meeting Micah’s eyes. Micah wasn’t in time to turn away.
Spike grinned, slow and hungry like a promise, and Micah’s insides grew molten-hot. His hole leaked. He’d filled his car with musk, and maybe York would yell at him about it tomorrow.
Gods, York.
Micah grabbed his phone, typing a quick message. I’ll be back late tonight. Don’t worry about me.
Someone tapped on his window. Micah jumped. Spike stood outside, leaning in, reading the messages on Micah’s phone.
When Micah finally opened the door, Spike growled, “We’ve got some scent suppressants. But I want to mark you all over tonight. Even your cock.”
Micah throbbed. His knees grew weak, and Spike hauled him out of the car, cradling his face, slanting his lips across Micah’s in a deep, hot kiss. Micah opened for him, taking Spike’s tongue into his mouth, licking at it.
With a growl, Spike pressed him against the car and rocked his hips firm against Micah’s, grinding their covered cocks together. Micah gasped, pleasure jolting through his nerves. He wanted to spread for Spike. Have Spike’s cock probe him inside. He shouldn’t.
“Get inside the room before you do anything else,” Kai muttered, pulling Spike off Micah. “Best if you don’t smell like sex going upstairs. Don’t know who’s awake.”
Micah’s face burned. In the haze of his arousal, he’d forgotten about that. “Th-thanks.”
Kai looked at Micah sidelong, his eyes dark, his body smelling like musk, too.
If anyone saw Micah in a student’s dorm, with sex all over him... He would get fired in a heartbeat. Micah panicked.
“Here,” Spike said, grabbing a baseball cap from his car. He pulled its bill over Micah’s face, hiding him somewhat. “I guess you’re fairly recognizable.”
“I wish I weren’t,” Micah muttered. “Even if it weren’t my face... I can’t walk straight.”
“What if you didn’t have to walk?” Spike brightened, crouching in front of Micah. “Ride on me.”
That sent Micah’s thoughts into the gutter. “I’m not... doing any riding.”
“Even if it’s Spike’s cock you’re riding on?” Kai laughed, the sound rich and deep. Micah stared.
Kai—shrewd and judging and fierce—he could laugh, too.
There were things that made Kai happy, and in that moment, he looked carefree, handsome and strong. Micah gulped.
Getting involved with one student was dangerous enough. Getting involved with two?
I’m just admiring them. This isn’t a long-term thing.
Micah leaned against Spike. Spike grasped him by the thighs, and hauled him up. And now Micah was spread open, his cock shoved up against Spike’s back.
Spike rumbled, a smile in his voice. “Looks like you’ve got something that needs some lovin’.”
Micah blushed. Spike’s thoughts had delved into Micah’s clothes. And Micah’s cock jerked, craving touch.
Kai rolled his eyes. “Get upstairs.”
“Always bossing everyone around, that Kai.” Spike turned to sniff at Micah. “Of the two of us, he’s the dommier dom. He’s fucked me more times than I’ve fucked him.”
“Oh.” Micah pictured these two alphas naked and tangled, taking turns to fit their cocks into each other. With their strong, unyielding bodies... the image was tantalizing. Micah gulped.
They climbed the silent stairwell, stepping down a corridor. Someone’s door opened, and a student stepped out. Micah’s heart lodged in his throat. He tucked his face against Spike’s shoulder, praying no one recognized his scent, or his scarred hand.
Kai stepped in front of them, waving. “Hey, Dan.”
Dan whistled lowly, sniffing at them. “Wow, that’s kinky.”
Micah wanted to burrow somewhere, where no one could see him.
“Nothing new,” Spike said.
Dan passed them with a leer. Then he disappeared through the exit, and Micah blew out a breath of relief.
“You okay?” Spike murmured.
“I will be,” Micah said, huddling against him. Maybe they should’ve gone to Micah’s place, but that was risky, too.
They stopped at a door; Kai unlocked it. Then he stepped into the room and flicked on the lights, bolting the lock the moment Spike and Micah were in.
They were safe now. Micah sagged against Spike, burying his face against Spike’s strong shoulder. The baseball cap fell onto the floor. “We
