“I don’t see you running away,” Kai said, raising an eyebrow.
Micah’s face scorched. He wished he were stronger, so he could resist Spike’s warmth. He couldn’t, though. He still wasn’t used to having an alpha pressing up against him like this, touching all his intimate parts.
The room was small with white walls and a window. A queen-sized bed had been shoved into a corner, its sheets rumpled but comfortable. A long desk stood in the other corner of the room, covered in textbooks and stationery.
The entire place smelled like juniper and elm, and musk. No omega scent.
Micah sniffed, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Don’t you ever... bring omegas home?”
Kai shrugged. Spike crossed the room and set Micah gently on the bed, grinning over his shoulder. “You’re my very first. I feel like I brought a treasure home.”
Micah blushed so hot, it felt like his skin might peel. I’m his first? “Sh-shouldn’t you have started with someone else?”
“Nah.” Spike beamed, a faint flush on his cheeks. “I told you, I’ve wanted you my whole life.”
Micah reeled, looking down at himself. He wants this?
“You guys go ahead,” Kai said, settling into a chair at the desk. “I’ve got work to do.”
Spike’s eyebrows crawled up. “You’re horny. Sure you can work?”
“I’ll be fine.” Kai’s dark gaze raked down Micah’s body, and away.
Spike rumbled, smiling. “You know you want Micah’s ass wrapped around you, too.”
Kai growled. Micah’s face burned. “Spike!”
Spike glanced at Micah. “Don’t wanna?”
Micah had tutored Kai for hours this morning. He... really shouldn’t think about Kai that way. Or Spike, for that matter.
But Spike pressed Micah down into the mattress, pulling Micah’s legs open so his cock strained against his work pants, hard and obvious. Then Spike leaned in, pressing his face against the crook of Micah’s thigh. Micah whimpered, his thoughts fleeing.
“Gods, you smell good,” Spike said, his voice muffled, his breath puffing hot through the fabric. “I wanna taste you and suck you off.”
He’s smelling me. Micah groaned, imagining Spike’s mouth around him again. He’d jerked off to that more times than he could count.
Kai turned his chair away; Micah glanced over in concern.
“He’s just being a grump,” Spike growled, unbuckling Micah’s pants, each yank of Micah’s belt sizzling down Micah’s spine. “But trust me, he’s gonna get really hard when I fuck you.”
“I’m working,” Kai muttered, not looking over. “Scholarship, remember?”
He would still hear any sound Micah made. Micah swallowed. And Spike dragged his tongue down Micah’s bulge, base to tip. His touch was muffled through Micah’s pants, but the promise it carried... Micah’s blood swooped between his legs.
“Maybe we should make enough noise that Kai creams his pants,” Spike said, yanking Micah’s zipper down. “Or maybe he’ll join us and fuck one of our holes. Or both.”
Gods, he was lewd.
“Shut up, Ventura,” Kai muttered.
“Make me,” Spike said, all cocky.
Without looking over, Kai flipped his brother off. Micah wet his lips, squirming. The bed smelled like sex. How many times had Kai bent Spike over, and slid into him? Had Kai silenced Spike with his cock before?
I want to see it. The thought slipped into Micah’s mind, unbidden.
Spike curled his warm fingers into Micah’s pants. He yanked them down past Micah’s briefs, exposing Micah’s underwear in all its holey, worn glory. Micah yelped, covering himself up.
“Sorry, I w-wasn’t expecting this,” he mumbled, his face hot. He didn’t have any nice underwear—he hadn’t expected to sleep with Spike a second time. Why didn’t I put a better pair on?
Spike chuckled, lifting Micah’s hands away. “Do I look like I care?”
He kissed the stretched fabric of Micah’s briefs, pulled taut by Micah’s cock. Then he began to unbutton Micah’s dress shirt. Micah caught Spike’s hands, panic fluttering through him.
Spike met his eyes questioningly. “I want to see all of you.”
Micah winced, wriggling his scarred hand. “I look like this, but all over.”
“I want to kiss all of it,” Spike said.
There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. When Micah still hesitated, Spike leaned back, kicking off his shoes. He pulled off Micah’s shoes, too, and hefted him onto the pillows. “Here, how about we make out.”
“Why are you doing all this?” Micah whispered, his chest squeezing tight. This felt like... a first date, almost. Gods knew Micah hadn’t had something this intimate in years.
“If I said I love you, would you believe me?” Spike caressed Micah’s cheek.
Micah bit his lip, his heart fluttering with longing. It sounded too good to be true. “I don’t know if I can return your feelings,” he answered. “It’s just been a week.”
Spike flinched, but he brushed his fingers through Micah’s hair, leaning over him. “You’re letting me touch you. I think that’s a good step forward.”
Then he traced his fingertips down Micah’s face, gingerly touching the scar tissue. Micah tensed. Spike was caressing the ugliest parts of him, the parts that no alpha had touched. Not until Spike and Kai.
Spike paused. “Sorry. Did that hurt?”
Micah shook his head quickly. “N-no. I just... No one has done that before.”
Spike narrowed his eyes. He pressed his forehead against Micah’s temple, dragging his nose up Micah’s cheek. “I’m pissed that no one’s told you how good you look. But I’m also secretly happy, because it means I get to have you all to myself.”
Micah trembled, his throat tightening. “You want me that much?”
“All of you is beautiful. I grew up thinking you’re the most beautiful person in the world.” Spike kissed the corner of his lips, his tongue flicking out to brush Micah’s skin. “I was so afraid that someone would come along and steal you away, ‘cuz for years, I thought to myself, this is who I want my omega to be.
“Then I got into your classes and I smelled you, and—gods. You smell so good. I would’ve waited until I graduated, but you were in heat and—and I needed you.”
Spike brushed his fingers down Micah’s scarred arm, never once flinching. Micah barely felt his touch through the destroyed nerve endings.
