(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 326: Pretty Pretty Andy

"So, I’ve been thinking." Maxwell started. It was the next morning, and the two were sitting down to a quick breakfast that Andrew had whipped up before others began to flood the house. Andrew had had to carry Maxwell down the stairs, apologising the whole way down for not being able to control himself.

Maxwell had just laughed it off, all smiles as he admitted that he’d poked the bear. He had partially done this to himself, and he was fine with it. He just needed a little message on the couch before others arrived and he’d be fine. Andrew had agreed in a heartbeat, anything that would make the other man feel better.

Andrew was raising a glass of orange juice to his lips, his toast buttered, jam nearby and the scrambled eggs on his plate ready to be eaten.

Maxwell was putting jam on his toast.

"Oh? About what?" Andrew asked, smiling at his boyfriend, soon to be fiancé. Maxwell raised his gaze, smiling at Andrew before he dropped his gaze back to the task at hand.

"I’m thinking we should consider kids after the wedding. I don’t want to be pregnant like Amir was for my wedding." Andrew was glad that he hadn’t taken a sip, otherwise he would have sprayed Maxwell with orange juice.

Andrew was coughing and hacking up a lung for a long moment before finally he was able to speak.

"W-What made you start thinking about this in so much detail?" Andrew asked, his heart racing in his chest. He blushed when he realised how warm Maxwell’s gaze was when he looked at him. He was staring at him with such open affection that Andrew felt a little embarrassed, even if he knew that he often looked at Maxwell like that.

Maxwell wasn’t ever this obvious about his affection. Andrew wasn’t complaining, it was just something that he noticed. He might be obvious with his words, but being like this?

Andrew felt his cock harden in his pants and wondered if he was just a damn pervert. They had so many things to worry about, he should not be wanting to do anything to Maxwell right now. The man couldn’t even walk down the stairs after Andrew had his way with him yesterday. He’d even left marks on his delicate white skin yesterday. It was so obvious that he’d restrained him by his wrists yesterday.

The man bruised like a peach. A delicious, juicy peach.

"I don’t think it’s too sudden. I think it’s a rather good thing that I’ve come up with at least a tentative goal post. Somewhere where we can revisit our stances on it. While I would love you to fill me up on the daily, I think waiting a bit is a smart plan. I mean, can you imagine me, pregnant, with Richard around? That still might happen, but so soon? Not ideal, I think. So, after the wedding." Maxwell said, as if that was the easiest thing in the world. Andrew gulped.

"When...when are we having the wedding? I don’t even have your engagement ring yet, Max." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s eyes curled up at the corners as he smiled. Andrew flinched as Maxwell’s toes grazed his leg, sliding up his calf to rest on his knee. The weight of his foot had Andrew shaking.

"Baby. We discussed it. Next spring. You have a year." Maxwell said with a grin so calm and pretty that Andrew’s hands were shaking.

"R-Right. Next spring. Sorry, I was paying attention but you’re smiling so pretty I’m afraid my brain is mush." Andrew mumbled and Maxwell’s eyes widened before he started laughing. Andrew gulped, unable to stop himself. He leaned across the counter since they were sitting at the island, his hand going around the back of Maxwell’s throat and gripped him there as he kissed the smile and laughter from his lips. Maxwell chuckled into the kiss, his hand sliding up and into Andrew’s hair as the man tasted him, drank from him.

Andrew was so well and truly screwed.

Maxwell wanted kids after marriage? Sure. Why not? Maxwell wanted a spring wedding? Sure, why not? Maxwell wanted to buy a house together? Here they were.

Andrew was honestly only a little bit surprised he was being led around like this by his partner, but then again, when the partner was Maxwell Beckett, who was going to complain?

"I love you." Andrew felt the words escape his lips, barely touching Maxwell’s. He felt Maxwell pause, before he sunk both of his hands into Andrew’s hair and pulled him down against his lips. Closer. Deeper. Trying to swallow him whole.

"I love you too." Maxwell whispered against his lips when he let Andrew come back up for air. Andrew wasn’t even aware of the whimper that left his lips. This man was his damn everything. Maxwell’s gaze scanned his face, taking in everything before he smiled and that affection, that sweetness was back in his gaze.

Andrew felt like a damn teen, just like last night.

"You can’t look at me like that." Andrew whispered. Maxwell blinked.

"Like what?" Maxwell asked and Andrew gulped.

"Like you love me more than I love you. I don’t want to fight with you." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s shoulders began to shake. He ducked his head, leaning it against Andrew’s shoulder, his body shaking as he laughed. Andrew swallowed thickly. "I mean it. I don’t want to fight." Andrew repeated, worried that Maxwell was going to pull some card to try to get him to admit it.

Maxwell just continued to laugh, shaking his head as he held onto Andrew.

What Maxwell did say only made Andrew blush.

"Baby, I know you love me lots. You knot me every damn time you’re inside of me. You also knot when I’m just touching your cock. I know you love me. You tell me not just with your words, but with your actions. If I could knot every time we had sex, you could tell as well." Maxwell said, rubbing his fingers in Andrew’s hair.

"D-Do you want me to stop?" Andrew asked carefully and Maxwell laughed harder.

"If you stop knotting me, I’m going to get mad." Maxwell told him. "I like the feeling of satisfaction I get from when you knot me. It makes me feel secure. I also like the feeling in general." Andrew let out the tense breath that he felt fill him, even as his face burned.

"Okay. Good. I’m glad that you...like it." Andrew muttered. "But...can we talk about something else? I’d really not like to be hard as a damn brick when the contractors arrive. I’m sure they can already smell what we’ve been up to." Andrew muttered and Maxwell laughed. His fingers clenched in Andrew’s hair for a moment.

"Good. I want them to know that you’re taken." Maxwell said, and Andrew felt his eyes widen. Maxwell wanted them to know that Andrew was taken? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Maxwell was the omega, that didn’t-

Maxwell tugged on his hair again, tilting his head back enough that Andrew met Maxwell’s gaze. Andrew’s eyes were wide with confusion and surprise while Maxwell’s gaze was narrowed.

"Andy, my sweet, sweet boy. My alpha. Were you not aware of how the other men, those alphas were looking at you topless?" Andrew blinked at Maxwell’s question. How they were looking at him? Andrew? There was no way.

Maxwell saw the confusion on his face and chuckled. He shook his head, his gaze narrowing as a smug look crossed his face.

"Baby, you’re hot as hell. Your body is practically a work of art, and you have your Mom’s genes. Of course you draw attention wherever you go. Anyone would want you." Andrew opened his mouth, surprised that Maxwell was saying that.

"But...but I’m a true alpha." Andrew muttered and Maxwell laughed.

"Baby, don’t play coy with me. You admitted you’ve slept with alphas before. Were they all women?" He asked and Andrew shut his mouth. They hadn’t been, and honestly, he hadn’t always bottomed.

Andrew felt like his world was tilting and Maxwell pulled him in, giving him a hug.

"There there. Sorry you had to realise all over again that you’re my arm candy." Maxwell told him sweetly and Andrew let out a surprised laugh.

He pulled his glasses off, placing them on the counter as he rubbed his hand over his face.

"I was...just showing off for you." Andrew mumbled and Maxwell chuckled.

"I know Baby. But please be mindful. There are going to be more people who if they think for a second there might be a chance that they could sneak in between us, they will. Alphas, omegas, betas. You’re just too pretty. Too handsome for your own good." It wasn’t lost on Andrew that the person who was saying this to him was the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his life.

At least Andrew knew that Maxwell was well and truly under his spell as well.

Andrew laughed into the hand covering his face.

"I’m sorry I wasn’t aware. I’ll be more mindful." Andrew told him and Maxwell scoffed.

"Don’t put a shirt on because those idiots can’t keep their eyes to themselves. I want you to do whatever you like. I am just getting antsy because I don’t have anything marking you as my own yet." Maxwell said and Andrew felt a surge of affection fill him.

The damn man was too much sometimes.

"I’m working as fast as I can." Andrew mumbled. "Rings take time." He told him and Maxwell’s laughter filled his ears. Maxwell’s hand slid down to his ear, giving it an affectionate tug.

"I know. I even had to get mine resized for your hands. They’ve grown a little thicker. I can tell when you finger me." Maxwell told him, a smile in his voice. Andrew groaned. The man had no intention of making sure he wasn’t hard when the contractors arrived.

That was how he was going to mark him. Make it obvious to the others that Andrew was hard because of him.

Andrew sighed, pulled on his glasses and checked the time.

If they made it a quickie, they could make it work. Andrew had taken advantage of the mirrors last night, so they hadn’t really held each other as they made love.

Maxwell hadn’t been able to mark him, but Andrew had been able to mark Maxwell.

"Alright. Come here. You can mark me as much as you want as long as we make it quick." Andrew mumbled. He reached for a drawer in the kitchen that had a hidden compartment. Andrew had already stocked in yesterday and Maxwell’s eyes widened as he pulled out a condom.

"Andrew?" Maxwell asked as Andrew looked up at him, pulling off his shirt.

"Get your claws over here. Mark me up. Scratch me. I’m already so hard I’m going to burst. Make me yours." Andrew told him and it only took Maxwell two seconds before he was getting to his feet, pulling off his pants and underwear.

"Gladly."

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