(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 327: Marked as yours

Andrew was really hoping that no one noticed how hard of breath he and Maxwell were when they arrived. Andrew tried to make sure that the kitchen didn’t reek of their actions, but that other parts were quite obvious.

Maxwell looked like he’d been fucked. There was nothing Andrew could do about that. The man normally oozed confidence, sexiness and a cockiness that had most alphas and anyone who saw him with a desire to have him. Now? With his slightly flushed cheeks and that slightly satisfied and dazed look in his eye?

Andrew was a bit worried that the others might think it was okay to touch.

Andrew didn’t even consider what he looked like. His glasses were clean, his back burned with the marks Maxwell had made under his shirt and he felt a little naughty walking around with the memory of Maxwell’s breath against his throat, his soft cries as Andrew pounded him into oblivion on the kitchen counter. freewebnσvel.cøm

Andrew’s back hurt a little bit from the angle he had to fuck him at, and he looked forward to being able to adjust the kitchen counters. For cooking reasons, of course.

Andrew was also the one who made sure to open the door for the contracting crew that arrived, a smile on his face, adjusting his glasses and shirt in their line of sight. He was sure they could notice the bite mark that Maxwell had made on his throat, since it had a pulse of its own on his neck.

The head contractor even stared at him, probably the bite mark, for a bit too long before he began speaking to Andrew about the plan for today. Andrew listened carefully, taking note of everything he said before telling him that he probably wasn’t the right guy to tell all this to, but Maxwell was in the kitchen.

Andrew could tell that annoyed him. Mainly because Andrew had let him ramble on for a few minutes before deferring him to Maxwell. It was a bit of a power play, but at the same time, Andrew just wanted to make sure that he knew who was the power house of this family.

Andrew didn’t want anyone to think that because he was taller, and bigger, that he had control in this house. He had control over the kitchen, and how the house was eventually laid out, but he’d handed pretty much everything else over to Maxwell. The finer details? Andrew didn’t really care about that, he just didn’t want Maxwell to spend an arm and a leg for stuff.

So, Andrew led the head contractor to the kitchen and where Maxwell was finishing up his breakfast. He smiled softly at the man, catching him off guard. Andrew was also a little suspicious. Maxwell hadn’t been this kind of person around the head contractor at all. He’d been harsh, abrasive, and controlling. Smiling softly at another man?

Andrew sat back just to watch.

Maxwell kept the same tone of voice, the same orders, just...his features were more relaxed. Andrew realised with a dawning sense of horror that was probably his fault. He’d...he’d fucked the aggression out of him. Andrew wasn’t sure if this would last all day, but he could tell that the head contractor was doing his best to keep his cool. Andrew could feel the slight shift in his behaviour and when Andrew felt his gaze slide to Andrew, Andrew’s expression was cold.

He watched as the contractor flinched, before he swallowed, nodded, and confirmed Maxwell’s wishes before moving out of the room. He got the message, loud and clear.

Maxwell’s soft sigh had Andrew turning back to his favourite person and he was staring at Andrew. A shiver ran down his spine, the softness in Maxwell’s eyes hardening his cock in an instant.

"I just want to spend the day with you inside me." Maxwell told him at normal volume. The man had no shame. No care if anyone else heard him. Andrew felt his eyes widen at the blatantly possessive nature of the other man and then he felt a laugh bubble up.

"Angel, we have work we need to do. We can do that later." Andrew told him, taking large steps to make his way to Maxwell quickly. He reached out, cupping the other man’s face in his hand and shuddered when Maxwell turned his cheek, rubbing into his hand. "If it makes you feel better, you can sink down on my cock later and we’ll sleep like that, okay?" Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell’s face lit up.

"Really? I’ve wanted to do that." Andrew knew there were risks. He just felt all sense of reason being slapped out of the way when Maxwell looked up at him with those big blue eyes of his, his expression slightly flushed and his lips a little swollen.

"You’re going to drive me to sin." Andrew whispered and Maxwell blinked, before a bright, naughty smile crossed his face.

"I don’t do that already?" He asked, turning to press a kiss against Andrew’s palm, before nibbling on one of his fingers, his teeth on display. Andrew let out a short breath. A harsh breath.

"You do. But I feel I could slip more." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled.

"Then slip. I’ll catch you." Maxwell purred and Andrew closed his eyes, groaning.

"Stop that. We have people we don’t even know in the house and they need your guidance. I’m not into people watching us. Or hearing us." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled. Andrew opened his eyes, catching that glint in Maxwell’s eyes.

"You didn’t mind all that when we were in the closet at work." He told him boldly and Andrew flushed.

"I was fulfilling something you wanted, that’s different!" Andrew told him, embarrassed, blushing. Maxwell reached his hand up, wrapping it around his wrist like a brand and Andrew felt his grip tighten.

"It was just me?" He asked, those damn blue eyes pools he couldn’t drag himself out of. He groaned.

"Fuck." He muttered and Maxwell’s joy was incandescent. His giggle filled the air, and Andrew felt like spring had arrived even though it was the middle of December. Maxwell nibbled his finger, before getting his tongue involved and that was when Andrew had to pull his hand away. Maxwell laughed, using his hold on his wrist to stop him from pulling away completely.

"You’re so cute." Maxwell told him, all smiles and Andrew felt like his heart was going to stop.

"I’m not the cute one in this relationship." Andrew complained quietly, pouting slightly and Maxwell’s smile grew bigger.

"I’m not the one pouting right now, am I?" Maxwell shot back, before he tugged on Andrew’s hand. "Come here. I want a hug." Maxwell said and Andrew couldn’t resist him. There was no way he could.

That was his man. All his. There was no way he could deny him pretty much anything.

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It was another hot day of Andrew moving things around. He pretty much forgot about what they had gotten up to in the morning by the time he’d taken off his shirt until he heard someone gasp.

It was Jenny who saw, and Andrew felt like he’d been caught doing something naughty by a parent.

Jenny had covered her mouth, standing in the kitchen as Andrew had been moving things around in said kitchen to make it more workable for him with his shirt off, back to the rest of the room when she had walked in. Unlike their previous home, the kitchen had two entrances and exits. The concept wrapped around, and each room on the bottom floor led to another.

The kitchen was off of the hallway that was the main pillar in the home since that was where the front door was, the stairs, and the back door. To the right when entering the home was an office space that Maxwell hadn’t made his own yet, and to the left was the kitchen, that then turned into the dining room, that turned into the living room at the back of the house. There was also a bathroom involved after that, as well as a set of stairs that led to the basement. Where most of the activity was, as well as the upstairs where the doors were being installed.

Andrew froze upon realising that Jenny was there, and turned. He thought that she had been alone, but he was wrong. Kim just hadn’t made a noise.

"We were just coming over to see if you needed any help." Kim said, a slightly smug look to her face. "I don’t think you need our help in one department, but is there anything else we can help with?" She asked and Andrew groaned. He covered his face, blushing terribly.

"God. Don’t tell people." He muttered and Kim let out a bark of laughter.

"If you don’t want people to know, you shouldn’t be showing it off. Was it Max’s idea?" She asked as she approached and Andrew groaned.

"No. Not entirely." Andrew muttered and Kim laughed again.

"Good. I think I’d be upset if this was only a one way thing. So? How was the first night in your new home? Nervous? Jittery? Or were you too busy to notice?" She was teasing him. It was so obvious, and Andrew couldn’t even blame her. He felt like a little kid.

"I don’t want to answer that." Andrew told the couple and Jenny chuckled.

"Sweetheart, that’s answer enough. Where’s Maxy? Is he busy bossing them around?" Jenny asked, kindness in her tone. Andrew sighed.

"He was in his office last I checked. He was talking to Mr. Newman on the phone." Andrew told them and Jenny nodded, patting Andrew’s shoulder before leaving Kim behind in her pursuit of Maxwell. Kim stood there, grinning at Andrew and Andrew only felt his face warm more. "Come on. Stop looking at me like that." Andrew protested, feeling awkward and Kim laughed.

"I’m sorry. It’s just so good to see you so happy, healthy, and moving forward with your life. Your Mom would be so proud to see you taking these kinds of steps. It’s good to see these sides of you, when I’m learning more about how hard of a time you had when I wasn’t involved in your life." Kim said, her expression softening. "I’m glad that our relationship didn’t end as soon as you came to tell me about your Mom." She told him and Andrew felt a lump form in his throat.

It took him a moment to gather himself enough to respond, emotion overwhelming him. His hands were a little clammy, his heart racing in his chest.

"I don’t think you would have let me cut contact." Andrew told her and she laughed, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder.

"If you had been harsh or angry in any way, I would have backed down. You weren’t. You were, unsurprisingly, very much like your Mother." Andrew stared at the soft, warm expression on Kim’s face. She reached up, ruffling his hair, making a mess of it to break the moment. "Now, enough of that. Put me to work. I’m sure you need help with something. This house is huge, and even if you hired movers, I know Max has to be particular." Kim said with a smile. Andrew nodded, his chest a little lighter.

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