“No.” Micah frowned, even as he licked his lips. “Or Kai has to step outside. And I’d much rather be here the rest of the night, Spike. You know that.”
Spike fought down a groan; Kai felt the exact same way. He slipped his hands between Micah’s thighs, just so he and Spike could see the way Micah’s eyelids fluttered shut. Micah caught his hand, his teeth gritted. “Not right now, Kai. Or else.”
Then he angled a look at Kai, all fierce and threatening, except that only made Kai throb.
“Fuck, Micah’s hot,” Spike whispered, a bulge growing in his hospital-issue pants.
Gods, Kai didn’t know how they’d survive until they got home.
40
Kai
They barely made it through the apartment door. Not Micah’s, but the apartment next door, the one Spike had rented when Micah had sent him away.
“I didn’t think... you’d been living next door for the past two weeks,” Micah said with a huff of laughter.
Spike grinned, ushering Micah toward the bedrooms. “How else do you think I was following you around? I had to keep an eye on you.”
Micah laughed for real, a bright sound that sat warm in Kai’s heart.
Spike dragged his hands down Micah’s chest, stripping Micah’s shirt easily. Then he met Kai’s eyes, and nudged Micah toward Kai. “Take Micah. I’ll be right back.”
Spike darted into the bedroom. Micah turned his dark, hungry gaze on Kai. And Kai felt wanted, felt needed. He closed the distance between them, stroking Micah’s nipples so they hardened into little pebbles beneath his thumbs. Micah trembled, tiptoeing to offer his lips.
Kai kissed him, sliding into Micah’s mouth, claiming that space inside him. Mine.
Micah’s breath puffed hot against Kai’s skin, his nails biting into Kai’s biceps, his musk filling Kai’s lungs. There was so much desire in him, and Kai wanted him to tremble and scream.
“Feel good?” Kai growled, reaching down to squeeze the hard line in Micah’s pants. Micah gasped and jerked, shoving his covered cock against Kai’s hand. Kai wanted to pin him against the wall, shove his pants down, and open his ass.
“Tingles,” Micah breathed, pushing his chest up at Kai.
The past day had been torture. After they’d all made up, they’d spent the past twenty hours kissing. Making out. Sneaking in gropes, until Micah told them to stop before the nurse really kicked them out of the room.
Kai had been nursing an erection on and off all day, and it was a miracle he hadn’t gone into a rut yet. Not that he’d remembered to bring along that silicone tube, and not that he’d want to touch that thing, now that he had both Spike and Micah with him.
Spike emerged from the bedroom a while later, tucking a scrap of black material into Micah’s hand. “Put this on. Kai’ll go wild once he sees it, but I want you all dressed up again. Let us strip you.”
“Fuck,” Kai breathed, his cock straining behind his pants. He wanted to rip Micah’s clothes off. But knowing that there was a treasure beneath his clothes? Finding their omega wrapped in a bow? His balls pulled up tight, eager to fill Micah with come.
Micah groaned and pulled unwillingly out of Kai’s arms, shutting the bathroom door behind himself.
Spike whirled around on Kai, grabbing his arm. “C’mon.”
“Thought you just wanted to see him in a nice thing,” Kai said, following.
Spike smirked. “I have plans.”
Now that they’d made up, Spike was at ease with Kai once more, stroking Kai’s arm, his gaze coasting appreciatively down Kai’s chest.
Kai would never take this for granted again. He let Spike drag him to the bedroom, where their bed was, smelling like juniper. Spike caught him staring.
“It’s gonna smell like us again.” Spike grinned, doing a happy dance. “I want come-stained sheets. I want to fuck your scent into our bed. I want to hear you fucking scream, Kai.”
Kai growled, yanking open his pants so it wasn’t squeezing the life out of him. His cock shoved out, tenting his boxers. Spike grabbed Kai’s cock, his hand hot through the thin cotton.
“Gods, I love your cock,” Spike rumbled.
Kai snorted. “If I didn’t know you love me...”
“‘Course I do.” Spike smiled then, and it lit Kai’s heart even further. “You never had to doubt that.”
Then he pulled Kai in for a kiss, a scorching, ferocious, biting kiss that was brother-to-brother, alpha-to-alpha. Kai savored his alpha, Spike sharing himself, swirling his fingers around Kai’s cock, in that aggravating way that made Kai ache twice as hard.
Kai thrust into Spike’s fist, reaching up so he could grab Spike, bend him over—
Spike released him and stepped away.
“First, I wanna dance for Micah.” Spike opened the tall drawers, grabbing a handful of scarlet fabric from its depths. “Remember this?”
Of course Kai remembered. Last Christmas, shortly before they’d gotten into this thing with Micah, Spike had signed them up to do a holiday dance at a bar downtown, the Wine Shack. Kai had been a backup dancer—he wasn’t that interested in dancing, and he’d never been called down for a performance. But he had his own skirt, and he knew most of the moves by heart.
“Might be kinda rusty now,” Kai said, Spike’s plan making him smile anyway. Yeah, Micah would enjoy this.
“Just pop your hips. Micah’s not gonna care if our timing’s off.” Spike’s eyes darkened. “Show him some of that cock. He’ll beg to climb onto you.”
Kai wanted that. Wanted to squeeze himself into that tight pucker of Micah’s hole, and see that moment of aroused shock as Micah took every single inch, all at once.
Kai tossed his shirt aside, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. “Don’t think I can keep the skirt down.”
“I wasn’t asking you to.” Spike licked his lips, watching Kai strip. Then he strolled over and cupped Kai’s balls in his palm. Spike’s warmth went right into Kai’s body, and Kai’s cock jerked, precome beading at his tip.
Without warning, Spike knelt, taking Kai’s cock into his hot,
