Spike had also been giving Micah a shirt to bite on when he got too loud; Micah knew Spike had told Kai that. Spike had been very clear that everything they did, Kai would hear about.
Kai withdrew his touch, pulling the textbook over so he could look at it.
They waited until York stalked out of the kitchen, and back into his bedroom.
“I haven’t told him about the baby yet,” Micah said in an undertone. “I’m not sure how to.”
“I don’t think he’ll take it well.”
“Me, neither.”
“How does it feel to be pregnant?”
Micah laughed softly. “You mean aside from the morning sickness?”
Kai winced. “That part really sucks.”
“Aside from that, it feels tiring,” Micah said. “My fatigue will be kicking in soon. It should fade in a month. I’ll get more cravings, and then I’ll feel the baby flutter.”
“You really want that baby,” Kai murmured.
Micah rubbed his belly, unable to help his smile. “Yes. It’s... a gift. I don’t think York will see it the same way.”
Micah had run the various scenarios through his mind. Revealing the fathers to York, Spike and Kai staying, or leaving, and whether the pregnancy would even be successful...
The last possibility was never good to think about, so Micah stopped thinking, twisting his fingers into his pants. The massage had been good while it lasted.
“Want more?” Kai asked.
“I might be a massage-slut,” Micah said, angling his leg back at Kai.
Kai huffed, his magical hands returning to knead Micah’s thigh. “You’re not a slut.”
“Even with how much time I’ve been spending with Spike?” Micah flushed.
Kai shrugged. “That’s almost as frequent as me and him.”
Micah reeled. Kai and Spike had sex more than once a day? Micah remembered the phone conversation a week ago, when Kai had agreed to let Spike fuck him. “I... didn’t know it was that often.”
Kai met his eyes. “We could tell you when it happens. You wanna watch?”
Micah wet his lips, his heart pattering. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“You’re welcome to step into our room,” Kai said. “Knock a couple times.”
Micah nodded, unsure if he had the guts to take Kai up on the offer right away. As much as he liked Kai, he wasn’t close enough to barge in on Kai having sex. “Will do.”
He glanced around the coffee table, then at the romance novels piled up on Kai’s other side. Micah paused. He hadn’t set his books there.
Kai caught his stare, looking sheepish. “The book Levi returned looked interesting, so I was looking at what other books you had. You dog-eared a lot of pages.”
And suddenly Micah realized just how much of himself Kai must’ve seen. His bookshelves were in the living room, all his favorite books on the outer edges of the shelves, their spines wrinkled and their pages folded to mark very specific scenes.
His cheeks burning, Micah asked, “Did you read the dog-eared pages?”
Kai met his eyes. “Mostly declarations of love, and omegas being held open and begging to be fucked. Usually with very big cocks. And then some falling-in-love scenes. Some wrinkled pages, like they got wet.”
Micah’s face burned. He’d cried over some scenes, and then he’d gotten wet with others, flipping those pages with damp fingers. He’d figured those books weren’t going to be lent away, much less flipped through by his student.
He scrambled up to collect his books, pausing when he realized he either had to step over Kai’s legs, or around the table.
Kai watched him. And the patter of rain filled the silence between them.
“You were alone for a very long time,” Kai murmured.
Micah breathed out, bowing his head. “I won’t deny that.”
He thought Kai might shrug it off, except Kai took Micah’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “I’m not judging you. I’m here.”
Micah’s heart missed a beat. “You... I don’t understand what you mean.”
Kai dragged his lips across Micah’s knuckles. Was that a kiss that Kai brushed against his skin? “You’re strong, but you also need protection. And—”
Lightning struck right outside the apartment, followed by a thunder crack so loud that the windows rattled. Micah jumped. Kai hissed, hunching over.
“Fuck,” Kai said. “This is the wrong time for it.”
Wrong time for what? Micah was about to ask, except he smelled it—musk billowed from Kai, heady and intense, the sort of heavy scent an alpha had when he went into a rut.
Micah stared as Kai’s cock grew behind his pants, a thick, solid line, so large that the fabric of his pants stretched around it. Micah’s throat went dry.
“How...?” Micah looked around. “I’m not in heat.”
Kai dragged his hand over his face. His chest heaved. “Medical condition. I—I spring ruts every so often. Mostly the reason Spike and I fuck every day.”
Was it possible? I guess it is. Micah glanced at Kai, unsure what he should do.
“I should leave,” Kai muttered, struggling to his feet. “Spike’s gonna get home at some point. I can’t think about anything else like this. Not gonna pressure you.”
Micah checked the time. It was still an hour until Spike was due to leave work. He imagined Kai curled up on his bed, desperate and ravenous, needing an omega. Or Spike.
Warmth coiled through his body. Micah wet his lips, his pulse fluttering. Already, he could imagine Kai inside himself, pinning him down. “Will you hurt if you wait long?”
Kai gritted his teeth. When he glanced over, Micah realized his pupils had blown wide, leaving a thin ring of gray around them. Kai’s musk reached into Micah’s body, lighting his nerves.
“Yeah, it’ll hurt a little,” Kai muttered. “I’ll deal with it.”
“I can—” Micah gulped, his decision made before he even knew it. “I can help.”
Kai gave a strained growl, his hands trembling. “I’m violent when I get like this. You’re gonna get really fucking sore.”
Gods, his smell—it was heady, intoxicating. Micah’s cock thickened; his hole grew slick.
“I was fine the last time,” he whispered.
“That’s ‘cuz Spike had you half the time.” Kai growled, palming his cock through his pants. “If I
