(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 270: Worth more (m)

Maxwell couldn’t pinpoint the moment that he lost Andrew, but he did know that he was long gone. Maxwell had cum so much he knew it was only Andrew’s pheromones that were keeping his cock functioning. Hell, only his ass was the thing dripping fluid. His cock had stopped being a fountain ages ago. Just a hard spear, while his ass did all the work.

Maxwell had never experienced this before. Andrew was the first, and the last man who would ever dare share their rut with. His little rut from when he had first manifested had been cute. Sweet. Andrew had asked him incessantly how he was doing, checking in with him, crying. Over all, just being a cute, sweet, newly awakened alpha.

Now that Andrew had been an alpha for a while, it was different. The gaze in the mirror was of a man starved. A man hungry. A man who might never get enough.

Maxwell loved it.

He didn’t care that his body was aching, that his shoulder was littered in bite marks. That he had to fight to get Andrew to put a new condom on. That he had to lie and kiss his way into making sure that they were safe. He loved every minute of it.

They were tearing through condoms at an alarming rate though. It was only day two, god, how did Maxwell even know that? Either way, only 48 hours had passed since Andrew had yanked him back into the house, devouring his mouth.

Since then, Maxwell had found that Andrew was a rather serious lover. He knew it before, but the dedication the man had towards him bordered on torture.

When Andrew had focused on eating his ass, Maxwell thought he was going to lose his mind. He was so thorough, and the pleasure had muddled his mind so much that he had almost forgotten to remind Andrew about the condoms after he’d cum twice.

After that? Holy hell. Every position that Andrew introduced to him they spent hours in. Andrew was making sure that Maxwell got familiar with them. That he had no choice but to like them. Andrew was making sure that every inch of his cock was buried in Maxwell the whole time too. Maxwell, if he knew less about the human body, would have worried if his sphincter would ever go back to its regular size. freewebnσvel.cøm

Andrew spent hours pounding into Maxwell while he was laying down. So long that there was a deep wet spot from how many times Maxwell had cum. They had to shuffle back, and Andrew flipped him over so that he could bend him in half, pressing his legs up towards his head until his ankles were basically by his ears. The man then spent another few hours thrusting his cock into him nice and slow, hitting every sweet spot Maxwell had as he kissed and nibbled at his lips, nipples, everything he could see.

Maxwell’s hands had flailed around uselessly as Andrew had his way with him. Maxwell hadn’t considered that Andrew’s brown gaze would disappear completely, since the last time he was in a rut his eyes hadn’t even fully changed yet. Now? He was staring into the amber, glowing gaze of a man who’s sharp teeth brushed against his tongue and sent shivers down his spine.

Maxwell was barely able to breathe in with all of the pheromones floating in the air, and it was made even worse because Andrew was directly targeting him. He couldn’t stop leaking fluids if he wanted to, causing Andrew to slip out sometimes.

Andrew wasn’t talking much, just moaning and grunting, like a man in pain. His expression was harsh, his face flushed, his grip tight. Maxwell had handprints on his hips, his thighs, ankles, wrists and bite marks all over his shoulders. They stung in a good way, and some of them were dangerously close to his neck.

Maxwell shivered, the desire in Andrew’s amber gaze apparent whenever they met. Andrew had never been so forceful, so serious. It was like he as in bed with another man, but one he liked just as much.

Maxwell was kind of kicking himself that he didn’t prepare in the same way that Andrew had when he had gone into his heat. He hadn’t brought any water bottles into the room, or snacks.

He was reaching his limit.

Currently, Andrew was fucking him from behind. Andrew had bent him over the edge of the bed, Maxwell’s cock brushing against the sheets with each thrust of his large cock into his ass. Andrew’s weight on top of him, pushing him into the sheets was something that Maxwell was getting addicted to. It was clear that Andrew liked it too. Andrew was also holding his hands up above his head, truly leaving Maxwell to his mercy.

Maxwell’s throat hurt from how much he’d been sobbing, moaning, groaning. Everything Andrew did to him felt so fucking good. The man knew the perfect ways to work him up, and Maxwell couldn’t resist him. Wouldn’t.

Maxwell let out a sob as Andrew’s breath against his ear was the only warning he got before his teeth sunk into his shoulder again before his pace became brutal. Maxwell’s legs shook as he tried to remain upright as Andrew took what he needed. It was so fucking hot.

Maxwell braced as he heard Andrew groan around his shoulder before it happened. Andrew knotted. Again.

Andrew had been knotting every. Single. Time. If Maxwell had ever wondered before, he was a damn fool. Maxwell knew that knotting was a common part of a rut for alphas, he wasn’t a fool. He just didn’t think knotting happened every time. He was pretty sure it happened a couple of times.

Maxwell gasped as he felt his body adjust, widening to accept Andrew’s knot. One of the new things that Andrew had begun to do was rock his hips after he had knotted. The position of his knot wasn’t quite at the base of his cock, just a little bit further in. Andrew had seemed to pick up on the fact that now that Maxwell’s body had adjusted to him knotting every time, there was a chance to find pleasure.

And boy, did he.

Maxwell’s body shook, his legs giving out so he was only held up by the rock hard, knotted cock in his ass as Andrew rocked his hips slowly, causing intense pleasure inside of Maxwell’s already pleasure-addled mind. Maxwell’s eyes poured tears, unable to breathe, choking on the severe pleasure that shot through his body.

Maxwell had long given up on wet orgasms, and his body now jerked as he was rocked by a dry one. He needed more liquids at this point. They both did.

Maxwell jerked as the weight of his lower body was held up by Andrew’s cock. Andrew released his shoulder, licking the new bite mark he’d peppered Maxwell’s skin in. He was covered already. He had no idea how his shoulders were going to look in the coming days. He had a feeling he was going to feel like a screen door with how many he was going to have.

"A-Andy." Maxwell croaked. "I’m thirsty. Can we get some water?" Maxwell asked, hoping. It wasn’t his first time asking this. It wasn’t even his third. Maxwell had started this begging early on. He was kind of using it as a gauge to see where he was. So far, no response.

A small shift, a small twist, and a deep breath. Then, the voice he hadn’t really heard for two days spoke.

"Thirsty?" Andrew rumbled, his voice sounding as if he was just waking up. "Max thirsty?" Maxwell felt relief fill him.

"Yes. I’m thirsty. And hungry. Can we grab some food and water from the kitchen?" Maxwell asked carefully and waited with baited breath. It took Andrew a little bit, as if thinking and speaking was difficult for him right now, before Maxwell felt his muscles twitch. He released Maxwell’s hands, moving down his body until one hand was on his hips, and the other hand slid under him, pressing against his chest.

Maxwell only realised what Andrew was doing until it was too late.

Maxwell went airborne, still connected to Andrew’s cock like a puppet, and the deep feeling of his cock shifting inside of him had him gasping. Andrew took a second, stabilizing himself before he turned, heading towards the kitchen. Each step rocked Andrew’s cock further into him and Maxwell bent back, his head resting against Andrew’s shoulder.

"Fuck. Fuck. Holy shit. You feel..." Maxwell had to trail off, his hand going to where he could feel Andrew inside of him. Holy shit. He’d felt full with Andrew’s cock before, but this? This was next level. Maxwell was pretty sure he was going to get addicted to this. Andrew was breaking all kinds of boundaries that Maxwell had set up for himself. He didn’t hate that he was doing it either, but it was surprising that he was doing it so smoothly.

It was like Maxwell had set up those boundaries for Andrew to come along and shatter them. Like they were put in place just to keep the others out, but allow Andrew in.

"Mine." Andrew rumbled as the swelling from the knot finally started to go down. Maxwell nearly came from hearing Andrew saw that. His voice was so deep, his cock so hard, Maxwell was pretty sure he’d been fucked this good during his heat, but he couldn’t remember it.

He was never going to forget how Andrew was treating him during his rut. Declaring that Maxwell was his? Fuck. He almost wanted to take the collar off, but knew better. Andrew would hate that forever if they marked during a time he didn’t know himself. Even if Maxwell’s body ached for it, screamed for it, he would just deal with it for now.

Andrew was worth more to him than a mere mark.