Max jumped in panic, looking around feverishly while his fingers tightened around something he was holding. A soft groan came from his side and his head snapped in the direction of the noise, eyes locking on Jamie, who was sitting slumped by the bed, his face twisting in pain.
It took Max a second to realize he was holding his mate’s wrist, squeezing with a strength that could break a normal person’s hand. He loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled the omega towards him, wrapping his arms around his frail body as Jamie landed in his lap.
Breathing in his intoxicating smell, Max felt his body relax. Jamie rested his head on his shoulder, hugging Max gently while rubbing his back. They sat in complete silence for a few minutes until Max’s head finally cleared from the drow
