Chapter 267: Made it home...safe?
Getting out of the hospital was a task. Both Luis and Maxwell had to help Andrew stumble through the hallway, with security a few feet behind them. Andrew knew that it was for them, or him more specifically, but he also knew it was probably soothing to the omegas who were littered all over this part of the hospital.
Andrew’s breathing was affected, his lungs pulling in deep pulls of air but he wasn’t getting any relief. He felt like he was drowning on land. All the air he breathed was disgusting. Besides Maxwell’s scent.
"Soon Baby. We’re almost to the car. You can breathe as much of my pheromones when we get there. Keep it together until then, alright?" Maxwell’s tone was firm, but encouraging and Andrew whimpered, too far gone to worry about what his Mother-in-law was going to think of him.
"O-Okay." Andrew managed, but it was hard. His hands were convulsing. He just wanted to hold Maxwell. All he could think about was Maxwell. Every inhale of someone else’s pheromones was making him cough and retch. "Ugh. This is awful." Andrew complained, ready to cry. Maxwell let out a dry laugh.
"Baby, please stop making me want to reward you. It’s too cute that you only want me." Andrew could barely hear what he was saying, the white hallways all blending together.
"O-Okay." Andrew agreed, licking his lips, holding onto the two people who had brought him in. It was like, as soon as Maxwell’s blood was drawn, his body had given in. It had been fighting to hold back for so long that when all of the tension left Andrew’s body, the rut had snapped its fingers around Andrew’s neck and squeezed.
His cock ached, his skin was on fire. He wanted to get out of all of his clothes. He wanted to sink his teeth into Maxwell’s shoulder as he fucked him, thrusting his cock into him over and over while Maxwell made a mess of the sheets. He wanted to feel the pleasure he was giving Maxwell by the nails down his back, the cum on the sheets. He was already imaging how the air would smell with their pheromones interlocked through their spent passions. He was eager. He was ready.
He was needy.
God, he wanted to fuck Maxwell.