This was fucked up, like it always was. Kai’s cock in his brother. Spike groaning around him, jacking himself through his pants.
Davis could step out of his kitchen at any moment.
Kai wrestled with his instincts. He shoved at Spike, thinking maybe they should stop. Get into the bathroom. And then Kai could cram his cock into Spike and fuck the come out of him.
Spike held on. His throat squeezed tight, just like how his ass would. Pleasure seared into Kai’s veins; Kai swore. “Damn you, Spike—”
Micah Davis stepped out of the kitchen. He froze when he saw them, his eyes growing wide.
Kai stopped breathing.
Only then did Spike let Kai’s cock slide out of his mouth, leaving it throbbing and flushed, glistening with spit.
“Hi,” Spike said with a smile, licking his lips.
Spike was such a bastard.
4
Micah
Micah stared. Flushed inches of Kai’s cock slid out of Spike’s mouth, thick and solid, straining up.
Micah hadn’t meant to look. But the sight sent a hot, hungry jolt through his body, turning his throat dry. That cock would feel so good thrusting inside him.
Then Spike met Micah’s eyes and said, “Hi,” and Micah’s mind went blank.
“What?” Micah blurted.
This did not just happen in his living room. Not Spike sucking his brother off. Except Spike was getting to his feet, a thick line behind his pants, and Kai Ventura looked just as stunned as Micah felt.
Kai’s expression was grounding. It meant this wasn’t a dream.
But desire burned in Kai’s stormy eyes, too. He raked his gaze down the whole of Micah’s front, from his head to his toes, those shrewd eyes of his missing nothing.
He saw the scars.
Micah quailed, backing into the wall. He wasn’t ready for anyone to see him like this. Especially two handsome alphas, so young and strong that they could have any omega they wanted.
“You’re brothers,” he blurted to take their attention off himself.
“Stepbrothers.” For a second, Spike looked uncertain, as though he thought... Micah would judge them? “But I’m not sure it would be any different if we were actual brothers. Kai and I are a thing.”
Oh. Micah tried to wrap his mind around that. It was difficult, though, when Kai’s cock jerked, precome trickling down its side. It looked like it needed something—Spike’s mouth—back around it. And Kai wasn’t even moving to tuck it away.
Micah had been hiding in the kitchen, waiting for York, Kai, and Spike to get deeper into their discussion so he could slip out unnoticed. Instead, they’d gone quiet. Micah had finally chanced the trip back to his bedroom.
And now, this.
“I-I should leave you to your—your project,” Micah croaked, his face burning. “Where’s York?”
“He went to get some beer,” Spike said. Then his gaze fell to Micah’s hips, where Micah was half-hard, his precome smearing onto his shorts.
Micah pressed his hand over his cock to hide it. “Beer... Wait. York’s underage. How...”
“Damned if I know,” Spike said. Then he stepped forward, his smile growing. “I heard you like my dance.”
Spike rocked his hips up in a sweet, hard thrust, like how he’d fuck inside Micah’s body. Micah’s insides grew molten; his hole leaked.
“Real smooth, Spike,” Kai muttered, disapproving. He would scoff at Micah’s attraction toward Spike, wouldn’t he?
Micah inched away, need and shame twisting together in his gut.
Spike ignored Kai, glancing hungrily at Micah’s face. Then his gaze dropped back to Micah’s hips. And Micah realized too late that he’d used his scarred hand to cover himself up.
Gods, he was supposed to be a professor. And here he was, underdressed, in heat, all the ugliest parts of him on full display.
He whined, turning toward the hallway. He needed to get back to his bedroom. Maybe Kai and Spike would forget what they’d seen of him when Monday came. They’d find some lucky omega to sate themselves tonight, and...
Before he’d taken three steps into the hallway, someone prowled up behind him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
His heart leaping into his throat, Micah flailed. Water from his mug splashed onto the hardwood floor. Spike steadied Micah’s hand with large, warm fingers.
“Sorry,” Spike murmured, stepping closer. “Did we scare you?”
The heat of his body radiated through the distance between them, soaking into Micah’s skin. His hands were gentle. But his eyes—Spike’s pupils had blown wide, and his gaze raked down every inch of Micah’s body, like he was stripping Micah in his mind.
Micah groaned, his hole squeezing. “Wh-what?”
“Sorry about the surprise,” Spike whispered, taking Micah’s mug out of his hand. He set it on a side table, and brushed his fingers through Micah’s hair. “Gods, I’ve always wanted to touch your hair. It’s so soft.”
Micah trembled, his heart pounding. Spike was standing too close. What was going on?
Then he sucked in a deep breath and smelled musk—so much of it, more than his own. The bulge in Spike’s pants said, I want to fuck. Over Spike’s shoulder, Micah glimpsed Kai.
He tensed, expecting to see Kai’s judgmental stare. Except Kai didn’t look sullen right now. Kai just looked hungry, his gaze warm. And was that a flicker of embarrassment, when he pulled his boxers back up over his cock?
Kai isn’t interested. Micah gulped, almost disappointed. He liked the look of Kai’s cock. Spike leaned in to sniff at Micah’s temple, then his jaw, rumbling low in his throat. This close, Spike towered over Micah.
“Why are you doing this?” Micah blurted. Then he could’ve kicked himself. Spike was offering sex. Micah would be an idiot not to take him up on it.
Except... he was their professor. Whatever Kai and Spike saw tonight... it would come back to humiliate Micah in the following weeks. The scar tissue on his cheek prickled. His bald patches felt too visible.
He wanted to hide, all over again.
“You always look so lonely,” Spike murmured.
Then he took Micah’s blotchy hand, bringing it to his lips. Micah’s heart stopped.
Spike kissed Micah’s knuckles. Micah’s nerves had never healed right, but he felt, ever so faintly, the warmth of Spike’s lips, the humid puff of his breath.
