Spike felt like someone he wanted to huddle against, and close his eyes.
And if Kai wanted to hang around with Spike and Micah, maybe that was okay, too.
“Is your bed empty tonight?” Spike murmured, turning Micah’s hand over to expose his wrist. Then he kissed down to the scent gland there, where Micah was still sensitive.
Micah held his breath. Scent glands were intimate. Spike couldn’t possibly...
Spike closed his lips around it, and sucked. Pleasure twisted down Micah’s nerves.
He swayed on his feet, his cock throbbing, his instincts whispering, Say yes. Spread for him. Let him fill your hole.
“Kai and I are both in a rut,” Spike whispered. “If you want me, or you want him, or both of us...”
“I’m your professor,” Micah croaked. But he couldn’t miss the way Spike’s shirt stretched across his pecs, the way his biceps flexed when he braced his other hand against the wall, right next to Micah’s face. “I’m older than you—”
“What if I said I don’t care?” Spike whispered, all strong jaw and dark eyes.
Then he leaned in and brushed their lips together, sending tingles all the way down Micah’s spine. Micah’s heart fluttered. He kissed me.
Before this, Micah had only received obligatory kisses from his dates. He couldn’t remember the last boyfriend he’d had. So something like this, all soft and careful, like Spike was worried he’d chase Micah away...
Micah groaned, his body wound up tight, completely at Spike’s mercy.
Spike pressed their foreheads together, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so damn long.”
His breath rushed across Micah’s lips. Micah couldn’t think.
“You just want to get into my pants,” Micah blurted.
“Possibly,” Spike said. With callused fingers, he cupped Micah’s jaw and kissed him again, nudging Micah’s mouth open.
Micah gave in, his heat thumping through his veins. Spike’s teeth grazed his lower lip, sharp points on sensitive skin. Then his tongue swept into Micah’s mouth, and when their tongues touched, electricity jolted down Micah’s spine.
Spike tasted like soda, and a hint of salty precome. Kai’s precome. Micah groaned, licking at him, searching for more of that musky taste. He wanted Spike to suck on his cock, too. Wanted Spike touching him thoroughly, deep inside.
When Spike broke the kiss, Micah sank against the wall, his mind spinning. It had been the best kiss he’d received in a long time. And it had come from his student.
“Yeah, I see what you mean,” Kai rumbled.
“See what?” Spike asked, never once turning away from Micah.
“He’s hungry,” Kai said. His voice rasped, as though he wanted to bury his cock inside someone, too.
When Micah dragged his eyes away from Spike, he found Kai’s dark eyes boring right into him. Micah’s stomach flipped. Was he talking about... me?
Spike followed his gaze. “Want Kai inside you, too? He’s never fucked an omega in heat.”
Kai growled, something flashing in his eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth.” Spike reached behind, grasping Kai’s covered cock. Then he pulled it back out of Kai’s boxers, and Micah couldn’t stop staring at its thick, heavy length. It would open Micah up, slide right inside. It would make him come so hard.
Micah couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of his throat. Both alpha gazes snapped onto him, hot and hungry. Like they both wanted to be inside him. Micah’s cock shoved up at them, desperate for touch.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Spike growled, staring at Micah. Then he squeezed Kai’s cock, base to tip. “Want Kai inside you?”
Kai gritted his teeth, thrusting into Spike’s fist. Gods, the jut of his cock... Micah leaked.
Spike smirked. “You’ll love Kai. I can vouch for him. Kai fucks hard.”
Kai’s chest heaved, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he raked his gaze down Micah’s front, as though he could see through Micah’s clothes, too.
And now Micah could imagine being pressed between them both, their hard muscles warm against his skin, their cocks nudging between his legs. Probing inside his hole.
Micah whimpered, his cock so hard it hurt. Spike and Kai weren’t supposed to see the way he reacted to them. He was older. And scarred. And he was supposed to be in control.
“Let us be your alphas tonight,” Spike whispered. “And let Kai kiss you, too. He’s good.”
Micah met Kai’s gaze, his heart squeezing tight. All Kai had to do was say anything demeaning, and he’d strip Micah of every shred of his confidence.
Instead, Kai stepped close, sliding his arm around Spike’s waist. Then he touched Micah’s jaw with callused fingertips. “Is this okay?”
That was nothing like Micah had expected from Kai Ventura.
His throat dry, Micah nodded. I must be insane.
Kai leaned in, hesitating for the slightest moment.
Then he brushed his lips across Micah’s. Unlike Spike’s care, Kai didn’t linger on a chaste kiss. He swept his tongue between Micah’s lips, pushing into his mouth, tasting like bitter coffee.
There was no treading gently with him. Kai tasted Micah deeply, thoroughly, and Micah understood then that this was how Kai fucked. If he let Kai touch the rest of him... Kai would drive deep inside, no questions asked.
Micah throbbed, moaning into Kai’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Kai growled, nudging Micah’s lips open wider. Then his fingers tightened in Micah’s hair, and he thrust his tongue in, pulling out, thrusting back in. Just like how his cock would plow into Micah’s hole.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Spike whispered inches away.
Micah’s blood surged between his legs. He grew wetter, his knees weak, his musk rolling off his skin. “I can’t—I...”
Kai broke the kiss, his lips glistening when he pulled away. “Bad?”
Micah shook his head hurriedly. “No. But we can’t do this here. York—”
“Your room,” Spike growled, palming the bulge in his pants.
He stepped between Micah and Kai, wrapping his arms around Micah’s back. Then he slipped one hand under Micah’s ass, hefting Micah against himself, forcing Micah’s legs to open around his hips.
Through the thin material of his shorts, Micah’s cock pressed against Spike’s bulge. It was intimate. Pleasure thrummed through Micah’s body. Micah gasped, meeting
