CHAPTER 349: A POSSESSIVE OMEGA (M)

Andrew sunk his fingers into the other man’s hair, unable to stop himself as he kissed the other man. Hot, wet, their desperate breaths filling the air along with Maxwell’s soft, needy moans. Andrew’s cock felt like a rod in his pants, and with the way that Maxwell was rubbing against him in his lap, Andrew couldn’t exactly be expected to hold himself back.

Andrew tore his mouth away, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s skin, trying to breathe past the intoxicating scent that filled his nostrils. So sweet and cloying that Andrew could barely think. Maxwell wasn’t anywhere near his heat right now, it was damn near impossible given how recently it had happened, but he was drunk. Or at least intoxicated.

He wasn’t in full control of all of his abilities.

"The bathroom." Andrew mumbled against the skin he was licking, kissing. "We should be fine if we do it in the bathroom. Why the fuck would he go there?" Andrew muttered and Maxwell let out a soft sigh, his own hands rubbing up and down Andrew’s arms and back.

"I agree. The bathroom. We can even run the water so he couldn’t hear us." Maxwell whispered and Andrew wanted to kiss him for being so smart. So he did. His lips smothered the other man’s with his own, loving the way they were working together.

They continued kissing each other passionately in Maxwell’s closet until Maxwell pushed away, his lips swollen, his eyes glazed, and his cheeks flushed.

"I need you in me. Get us to the bathroom Andy. I’m damn near throbbing. I want your cock in me so bad." Maxwell’s words were slightly tinged with desperation, and Andrew swallowed. He understood.

Gathering himself, and Maxwell up, Andrew began moving towards the bathroom, Maxwell holding onto him tightly, kissing his throat as Andrew groaned. The man wasn’t making this easier, but then again, Andrew didn’t mind that he made this harder on him either.

The sweet, spicy scent of Maxwell surrounded him, making his head feel a little dizzy as Maxwell slammed the bathroom door closed behind them. Andrew stumbled to the counter, placing Maxwell there and the man only released Andrew to tear his clothes off. The way he was watching Andrew, the way his gaze burned hot had Andrew worried he was going to bust in his pants before he even got undressed.

"Take your clothes off." Maxwell ordered. The glaze that Andrew had worried about leaving his eyes, desire replacing it. Andrew swallowed, listening to the other man. He only pulled away from Maxwell to fish in the drawer where he had shoved the condoms. Maxwell smiled approvingly.

Andrew let out a shaky breath as he kicked off his pants, tearing at his shirt as Maxwell stripped himself. He slid to his feet, his legs shaky as he reached out, tracing Andrew’s body with his hands. Andrew shivered.

The man was barely able to control himself as Maxwell leaned in, teasing Andrew’s nipples with his tongue, lips and teeth.

"Max." Andrew groaned, and Maxwell ran his hand up and down Andrew’s stomach, getting dangerously close to his cock only to twist away and retrace his path. Andrew twitched, his face scrunching up as desire burned in his stomach.

Maxwell was focusing on his task, teasing the man as Andrew glanced towards the shower, clenching his hand around the box of condoms in his hand.

Maxwell glanced up at him from where he was licking his nipple with his tongue, before his lips curled up in a smile.

"If you don’t want to watch, you can take your glasses off." Maxwell told him, teasing him more. Andrew tilted his head back, letting out a harsh exhale.

"Can you stop working me up? I’m ready to burst, Max." Andrew warned and Maxwell chuckled. His hand continued his path, stroking down Andrew’s body, keeping his body on high alert. When he slipped further, his hand wrapping around his cock, Andrew felt his whole body tense. He wasn’t expecting that, and Maxwell wasn’t expecting that as soon as he touched Andrew, the man came explosively.

Andrew groaned, his balls tense, his cock twitching and ejaculating all over Maxwell’s chest and stomach. Maxwell stared in stunned silence, his eyes wide, his cheeks still a little flushed, before he tilted his head back and laughed.

It wasn’t a mocking laugh, more like he was shocked.

"Were you that worked up? I’m sorry. I had no idea." Andrew didn’t believe that for a damn second. The man knew how worked up Andrew was, he just didn’t think that Andrew would cum like that. Hell, Andrew couldn’t fully believe that he’d cum like that.

He was a little embarrassed, but he felt his spine stiffen slightly. Who wouldn’t cum when Maxwell, the sexiest man alive, was licking and sucking their nipples and then touched their cock? Andrew wasn’t a fool, and also knew that Maxwell probably found it very flattering.

The way that Maxwell’s eyes were curling, the soft smile touching his lips told him as much.

Andrew grumbled. "Can we please get us into the shower now? I’ve made a mess, and you need to be cleaned up." Andrew asked and Maxwell let out a soft noise from his mouth before he bit his lip, nodding, a light behind his eyes.

"Of course, Baby, we can go shower now. You didn’t knot this time. The first time in a long time." Maxwell pointed out, his lips twitching. "You must be really pent up." He teased and Andrew grumbled.

"I don’t want to hear it. I bet if the roles were reversed, you’d be doing the same thing." Andrew told him and watched as a strange look came over Maxwell’s face.

"If the roles were reversed? What do you mean by that?" He asked softly and Andrew blinked. He’d just been complaining, but something about the way that Maxwell said his words had him pausing.

"Well, you know what I mean. If our positions were reversed." Andrew said and Maxwell tilted his head back, meeting Andrew’s gaze head on.

"Like if I was the true alpha and you were the omega?" He asked and Andrew nodded slowly, unsure where Maxwell was going with this. A slow, deliberate smile crossed his face, his eyes curling up. He looked devastatingly handsome, so handsome that it took Andrew a moment to register what Maxwell was saying. "Baby, if our roles were reversed I’d have you marked, barefoot and pregnant before your next fucking heat." Maxwell told him softly, sweetly. "You wouldn’t be able to escape me. Honestly, it’s probably a blessing that I can’t mark you like that, otherwise I’d be so damn possessive I’d be the benchmark for a possessive true alpha. I don’t want to share you with anyone, and I want everyone to know you are mine."

It should have shocked him more, what Maxwell was saying. It didn’t really shock him all that much, if Andrew reflected for even a moment. That didn’t mean he didn’t look shocked as he listened to the calm way that Maxwell delivered something that should have terrified him.

He was basically saying that whether Andrew wanted it or not, he would have marked him and bred him. That should have scared him, but since that wasn’t something that could come to pass, Andrew just took it at face value.

Maxwell’s feelings for him were big and overwhelming. Had even caused a few misunderstandings and miscommunications in their relationship as well. Hell, the man had made a nest out of Andrew’s clothes, had done so in such an organised way that Andrew had a feeling he’d been bottling up his feelings for a long time before they exploded.

So, Andrew stared at the other man until Maxwell grew slightly uncomfortable. He dropped his gaze slightly, turning it towards his chest and Andrew felt his lips turn up slightly.

"Angel." Andrew started softly. "It’s okay. I’m not upset with your words. I’m actually...coming to terms with the fact that maybe I should be, but I’m not." Andrew told him and Maxwell slid his gaze back up.

"You aren’t?" He asked softly. "I was worried to tell you that I wanted to mark you. I know it’s a sensitive subject." Maxwell said carefully and Andrew felt his lips turn up. He leaned in, pressing his cheek against Maxwell’s.

"We have different issues. That’s okay. As long as we communicate like adults, and not mark each other like a pair of uncontrollable animals, everything will work out." Andrew told him warmly. "Within reason. I don’t mind when you mark me up as a show of dominance." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s ears turned pink.

"I fucking wish true omegas had the same powers as true alphas." He grumbled. "Then you wouldn’t have to worry about being like your father. You’d just be mine." He complained darkly and Andrew couldn’t agree more.

It would be great if that was the case. If Maxwell could just take away his fears and worries by making it so that he only smelt Maxwell’s scent, and Maxwell only smelled his scent. He was so envious of normal alphas, and he was sure that they would never understand.

"Mm. Maybe I need to drop into the true alpha therapy again." Andrew said softly and Maxwell stiffened.

"Is it something I said?" He asked and Andrew sighed.

"No no, my own things. I just want to be the best man I can be for you. That’s all. Now, come here my possessive omega. I’m going to take my glasses off, but that means I’m going to need to use the rest of my body to see you." Andrew told him, his cock already pounding, ready to satiate his willing mate.

Maxwell blinked, surprised by how easily Andrew was switching, but he didn’t seem to mind as he reached up, pulling off Andrew’s glasses. Andrew felt his lips twist up.

"Go ahead." Maxwell told him, a little breathless. Andrew’s smile turned into a full blown grin at the slight halt in his voice. He was almost too excited for Andrew’s upcoming actions. They really needed to book a hotel soon so they didn’t have to sneak away like this. Maybe during lunch at work?

Maxwell would probably like that if Andrew surprised him with a reservation like that.