He stopped dancing. Spike paused in the middle of a hip-thrust, glancing over. Then he grinned and sauntered to Kai, draping his arm around Kai’s hips. Kai thrust up, inviting Spike to touch his cock. Spike refused.
“Looks like Kai’s in a rut,” Spike growled, squeezing Kai’s ass through his thin skirt. Then he crooked his finger at Micah, and Kai ripped off his skirt, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give it a rough tug. “We’ll let Micah do the honors,” Spike rumbled, shoving Kai toward their omega. “I want to fuck Kai into you.”
Micah groaned, squeezing his covered cock so hard, his knuckles whitened. “Please.”
“In good time,” Spike purred.
Impatient, Kai reached around Spike, shoving two fingers into his brother’s crack. His hunger eased ever so slightly when Spike’s cheeks squeezed around him, firm and strong.
Spike kissed Kai’s shoulder. Then he stepped behind Kai and hugged him, wedging his own heavy cock between Kai’s cheeks. “Gods, your ass is so damn sweet,” Spike growled, his voice thick. “Mine to claim. And Micah’s.”
Kai had never taken anyone else in his ass, but when Micah’s eyes grew wide, darting between the both of them, Kai found himself sizing up Micah’s cock, wondering what it’d be like, inside him.
“You wanna?” Spike grinned, grinding his cock against Kai’s hole. He wasn’t ready to fuck in yet, but he was staking his presence and his claim, by touching Kai so intimately.
Micah made a needy sound low in his throat. “I’ve never—”
“Kai’s good,” Spike rumbled, raking his short nails down Kai’s chest and abs, framing Kai’s cock with his callused hands flattened against Kai’s hipbones. “If he can take my cock, he can certainly take yours.”
Micah swallowed, his pupils blowing wider.
Kai hadn’t expected that of Spike, but the thought of giving himself up to his omega, to let Micah do as he wished—that made his cock jerk hungrily. He thrust it up, needing someone’s touch other than his own.
“All yours,” Kai rasped.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Spike hissed, grinding up against Kai’s hole. “Ours.”
Micah whimpered, closing the rest of the distance between them. He caught Kai’s face in his hands, pulling him down into a kiss. Kai swept into his mouth. Tasted vending machine tea, from when they’d been in the hospital. Micah obliged, their tongues tangling, allowing Kai to claim him there.
For months, all Kai had seen of their omega was what Micah could fit on the tiny rectangle of his phone screen. To have Micah in his arms, his sweet, hungry body pressed against Kai, his mouth opening easily, his breath hot on Kai’s skin... This was incredible, being surrounded by his alpha and his omega.
“Kai looks so fucking hot,” Spike murmured over Kai’s shoulder, grinding his cock between Kai’s asscheeks, a firm reminder of where he was, who he was. Their alpha.
“I love everything about you,” Micah whispered against Kai’s lips. Kai growled, pulling Micah closer. He hadn’t had enough. He kissed Micah again, pushing his tongue into Micah’s mouth, so Micah groaned around him, his hips bucking.
“Love you,” Kai growled, tightening his hold on Micah’s hair so Micah writhed.
Kai reached down. Pressed as close as they were, he could only see the roundness of Micah’s belly, but not the jut of his cock. Found it easily, though. Kai cupped Micah between his legs, kneading the length of Micah’s hard cock. Micah bucked his hips, a hungry moan slipping from his throat.
“Spike, get behind Micah,” Kai growled, grinding his fingers down the length of Micah’s cock. “Hold him down.”
Micah gave a low, helpless moan, thrusting his hips at Kai. “Why?” Micah asked.
Spike eased around Kai, stepping behind Micah. Then he wrapped his arms around Micah’s hips, pinning Micah against himself, so there was no way Micah could writhe away. Spike nipped on Micah’s ear. “He’s gonna tear your clothes off and mark every inch of you.”
Kai’s only thought had been to tease Micah until he almost came, but Spike’s idea was good, too. So he reached over Micah’s shoulder and caught the back of Spike’s head, tugging him close. Pressed a deep, hungry kiss to Spike’s mouth, scraping his teeth over Spike’s lower lip.
“Alpha,” Kai murmured.
Spike’s eyes darkened until they were almost black. He growled, pining Micah between themselves, hiking Micah’s shirt up. “Mine,” Spike rasped against Kai’s mouth, dragging his wrist down Kai’s neck, leaving juniper on Kai’s skin. “All mine.”
He bit hard into Kai’s lip, breaking skin. But that only sent another thrill down Kai’s nerves.
Then Spike broke the kiss and yanked Micah’s shirt off, so Kai glimpsed Micah’s tight pink nipples, and his pale, narrow chest. Kai growled, dragging his wrists over Micah’s chest, down his belly, up his arms, until Micah smelled like elm. Then Spike did the same, dragging his wrists over Micah’s collarbones and arms and throat, and now Micah was theirs.
Except Kai wanted more, wanted to be thorough in his marking. That meant marking Micah inside. As deep as he could.
He took Micah’s zipper and tugged it open. Shoved his hand down the front of Micah’s pants, so Micah gasped and jerked, his cock grinding stiff and desperate against Kai’s palm.
When Kai squeezed, he found black, delicate fabric, rough in places, silky-smooth in others. It was the lace panties Kai and Spike had picked out for Micah so long ago, except there’d never been any grand occasion to wear it—Micah’s words.
Until now.
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From Micah’s other side, Spike stripped their omega entirely, until all that was left on Micah was their gift, thin lace barely containing Micah’s straining cock, his sac a soft bulge against the fabric.
“Wrapped damn sweet around his ass,” Spike groaned, cupping Micah’s ass. “With that hole so we don’t have to take it off to fuck. Gods. Wanna put my cock through and fuck Micah senseless.”
Micah wheezed, swaying on his feet, precome trickling down the underside of
