Micah remembered Kai’s cock, curved and long, grinding up against the sweet spots in his body. And inside him, Spike’s fingers crooked, pressing down on his prostate. Micah cried out.
“Kai isn’t in a rut. He’s getting off on listening to us,” Spike murmured, grinding his own cock against Micah’s hip. “It’s making his cock all wet. Want it inside you?”
Micah shuddered, growing slicker. He had loved taking them inside him last week. Was Kai jerking off to Micah, or Spike? Or both of them? Micah’s cock throbbed, smelling like juniper.
“I want you,” he breathed, angling his ass toward Spike. “Please. I need to come.”
Spike growled, flipping Micah onto his back. He raked his gaze down Micah’s front, and Micah felt self-conscious again. Except Spike grasped Micah’s cock, pumping it roughly. Bliss shot down Micah’s spine; he arched, dripping all over Spike’s hand.
Spike caught both of Micah’s knees, pushing them up and out, opening Micah the furthest he’d ever been opened.
Micah’s cock pulsed under Spike’s gaze. His hole leaked. And Spike fitted his cock between Micah’s cheeks, grinding against it, lubing it up with slick. Micah groaned. Then he reached down, spreading his ass. Spike’s breath punched out of him.
Spike leaned in, his cock rock-hard. He thrust it between Micah’s cheeks, his blunt tip missing Micah’s hole, then sliding sweetly against it. Micah relaxed for him.
Then Spike changed his angle, and his cock pressed against Micah, opening him. Like before, Spike slid into him, a thick, solid length. Micah’s thoughts blanked.
Gods, Spike was big. Micah whined, his body stretched around his alpha.
Spike moaned, snapping his hips. He built a hard, desperate rhythm, their bodies meeting with soft thudding sounds. Pleasure hissed through Micah’s nerves.
Micah panted, his precome leaking onto his abdomen. Spike was all flexing muscle above him, his skin gleaming with sweat. And he was plunging inside Micah. Spike was Micah’s student.
His cock felt like bliss.
“So beautiful,” Spike whispered between his panting, his gaze raking down Micah’s body.
He ground hard against Micah’s prostate—each time, Micah groaned, louder than before.
“Quiet,” Kai snapped, turning around. But his eyes—they were dark, pupils blown wide. And his jeans were open, his cock jutting up, barely restrained by the thin material of his boxers.
“Or else what?” Spike asked, lifting his chin. Then he thrust hard into Micah, grinding just right. Micah arched off the bed, incoherent.
Kai swore. He strode over, ripping his boxers off his cock. It was flushed, straining, just like Spike’s. He tore open the bedside drawer.
Spike’s eyes gleamed when Kai pulled out a sizeable tube and uncapped it. Micah watched, barely understanding their actions, his own body thrumming with pleasure and need.
Then Kai climbed onto the bed behind Spike, grasped his ass, and Spike’s eyelids fluttered shut. For a moment, his thrusts slowed.
Kai was doing something with laser focus, but Spike’s shoulders blocked it from Micah’s view.
“He’s lubing me up,” Spike whispered, his chest heaving. “Ah, fuck, Kai. His fingers are inside. Two at once.”
Kai, inside Spike?
“Going in,” Kai rasped.
He knelt close to Spike, his legs fitting around his brother’s, one hand on Spike’s shoulder. His other hand disappeared between them.
Micah stared, imagining Spike’s stepbrother spreading his ass, his big cock pushing into Spike’s hole. He’d never seen it before. And Kai was doing it now, opening Spike up.
Spike moaned. Micah imagined his pleasure, and throbbed harder.
Kai rolled his hips, and Spike’s eyes went wide. “Fuck.”
He panted, his cock jerking inside Micah. And Kai began to thrust hard, forcing Spike forward into Micah’s body, shoving Spike’s cock deeper into Micah. Micah groaned. Spike trembled, meeting Micah’s eyes.
Something flashed in his eyes—uncertainty? Then Kai fucked in hard, and Spike swore, snapping his hips. His cock shoved deep into Micah, lighting up every nerve in Micah’s body. Micah cried out. With his hands anchored on Micah’s hips, Spike regained his earlier rhythm.
Kai slowed—was it so Spike could fuck himself on Kai?—and locked eyes with Micah over Spike’s shoulder.
This was embarrassing, having Kai watch them fuck. Having Kai inside Spike, and Spike pumping his cock into Micah. Micah flushed, the tension in his body winding ever higher, his balls pulling up tight. Kai’s watching us.
“Come for me,” Spike rasped, grinding deep into Micah’s body, closing his hand around Micah’s cock, tugging hard. “Now.”
Somehow, his touch flipped a switch inside Micah. Pleasure crashed through Micah like a wave; he cried out, arching, his toes curling. Couldn’t think.
Spike swore, fucking harder into Micah. His chest was flushed, the tendons in his neck straining. Behind him, Kai’s eyes were half-lidded, his teeth bared. He grasped Spike’s hips so hard that his fingertips whitened, and hammered into his brother.
With a roar, Spike fucked into Micah a last time, his cock pulsing, unloading his seed. Claiming Micah inside.
Micah groaned. And Kai increased his pace, leaning in, his lips feverish on Spike’s shoulder. Their gazes locked—Spike and Kai’s on Micah, Micah unable to tear his eyes away.
“Gonna come,” Kai panted, dragging his teeth over the scars on Spike’s shoulder.
“Mark me,” Spike answered, shoving his hips back at Kai. Kai speared into him, fast and savage, until he, too, crashed past the edge, sinking his teeth into Spike’s shoulder. Spike snarled.
For a long moment, the three of them panted. Kai released Spike’s shoulder, licking up the blood that welled up on Spike’s skin.
That bite hadn’t been on Spike’s scent gland, either.
“Admiring my badges of war?” Spike asked with a grin, stroking down Micah’s side.
Micah breathed out, tearing his gaze away from Spike’s shoulder. “Does it hurt?”
He shouldn’t have asked—he knew the answer was yes.
Spike smiled crookedly. “It’ll be fine.”
Was he really, though?
Before Micah could answer, Kai leaned back, withdrawing from Spike. He pulled Spike into a one-armed hug, held it for a couple of seconds, then released his brother, climbing off the bed. Kai grabbed an old shirt off the floor, wadding it up against Spike’s ass.
“There’s the aftercare,” Spike
