Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Fifteen}

"Shift," Messiah demands to the shadowy wolf. Aleskei emits a low growl in response, his Alpha instincts refusing the authoritative tone. "I'll tell you what, Aleskei," he whispers. "If you shift, I will allow you and Malik to play afterwards. How does that sound?"

Aleskei wags his tail happily, his eyes glowing in excitement, as he allows Alessio to regain control.

Once the chocolate hue returns, he's slammed against the barren walls of sky blue draping his window-lined room embellished in dangling, fluorescent lights

A smirk coloring his rose-colored lips, Alessio bucked his hips against him.

Between Messiah's legs, he moved his smooth hand back and forth, his eyes almost glowing with lust and bathing in pools of honey from the streaks of the sunlight seeping in through the windows hanging above his bed, covered by sheer, blue curtains.

His minty breath close to his ear, he says,"Don't do that again, baby boy."

While Alessio didn't want to anger Messiah, the thrill awaiting urged him to gather courage he was unaware he had. "Make me." He crossed his arms over his chest and through his long eyelashes shadowing his brown eyes, he peered at Messiah.

Messiah stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and saying, "Say that again, I fucking dare you."

Alessio's silky tongue darted out to lick at Messiah's collarbone, leaving feverish kisses in his wake. Alessio gripped him harshly. Messiah hissed loudly, his fists clenched. "Make me."

"Alessio, where do you keep your lube?"

With a faint blush on his skin and a gleam of playfulness in his wide eyes, he reached into the wooden, bedside table.

He hands the small bag of objects to Messiah. He held up a vibrator and a small bottle of scented lube, whilst peering at Alessio.

"Baby boy," he drawls out, "I hope you love the smell of strawberries. Now," Messiah says in a low, almost demanding, voice, "I want you to scream my name as loud as you fucking can. Don't hold back."

Alessio refrained himself from letting out a whine because he knew Messiah would love that.

As soon as Messiah turned on the remote, a wicked smirk formed on his lips, he coated two fingers with liquid and scooted closer to the withering boy barely concealing his delight.

Alessio's eyes were painted in faded red from crying in pleasure and his honey-colored hair was disheveled. His pupils were blown with lust and his bare body was drenched with sweat.

Messiah's dick hardened from the sight alone.

Alessio released a piercing scream, Messiah's name coaxed from his bitten lips repeatedly. "Messiah," he moaned in ecstacy, his body aching with need to be touched by the boy showcasing his defined v-line and abdomen sculpted to perfection.

Consciously, Alessio glanced down at his own abdomen colored with faded, crimson scars that were still healing.

He clamped down on his bottom lip at the comparison between him and the Greek godlike masterpiece. He was snapped back to reality, however, as soon as the vibration hammers into his prostate.

"Messiah, please!"

"Please what?" His signature smirk dangled from his lips. His lips that Alessio desperately wanted to touch every inch of his body and mark it as his own. He craved his mark on his skin.

"Fuck me," he choked out. "Touch me."

Messiah's tone was laced with desire and his voice was husky, his breath inches away from his ear. "Goddess, you look so fucking sexy."

His hooded gaze fell to Alessio's lips, as his teeth held his bottom lip in their grasp.

Leaning forward, he lifted his chin, leaving kisses across Alessio's jawline, hearing a low moan bubble from his swollen, dust-pink lips.

A smirk painted across his face, he hooked his legs around Messiah's waist, pressing himself against the dark-haired boy. Messiah hooked his arms around Alessio's legs and slowly drove himself into his pelvis. Alessio emitted a series of loud moans at the pleasure.

"All of your imperfections and scars enhance your beauty, baby boy," he says near his ear and Alessio flushed salmon-pink at the low, heartfelt words. He glided his canines across his ear, painted in the color of rose petals, and breathed out, "Don't ever be ashamed of your scars. Because I adore every inch of you." He traced the definition of his scars as if they were the brush strokes of a hand-painted mural.

Even if it was nearly impossible, his skin became even more florid. The Alpha, sculpted out of cobblestones discolored from self-deprecating words, crumbled. All of the glass shards Messiah caught before they stained his caramel skin. "Alessio, I love you."

Alessio froze, his bare body still wrapped up in Messiah's embrace. "Messiah......,"

"I know you may not be ready and that's okay." He adorns his face in feathery kisses. "I'll wait for you. As long as it takes. You're my mate."

A smile blooms on Alessio's face at the spoken promise, filled with flecks of love, and he buries his head into his neck. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"Can I draw you?" Messiah inquires.

Confused, he says, "Sure."

With calloused fingers washed in charcoal, Messiah shades a sketch of Alessio. He carves his beautiful imperfections into the paper. He decipts the cream sheet wrapped around his waist and the shadows painted across his face.

His soft, petal-like lips waltz across the gray hue of his skin. A small scar below his lip is drawn. The maeve hickeys engraved into his neck are colored in a discolored shade of gray. "You look beautiful," Messiah points out, his gaze flicking across his face.

Alessio's skin washes in a pink hue. "Stop! You are embarrassing me."

Messiah's lips quirk up into a small smile. "I'm simply being honest, baby boy."

Alessio camouflages his face in his hands and peeks at Messiah behind his fingers. "I don't deserve you," he murmurs, the voice dwelling in his head haunting him.

In a flash, he was hammered into the mattress of Messiah's bed. "Yes, you fucking do, baby boy." He adorns his flushed face in floaty kisses, as if he's sketching wispy clouds onto his skin. "You deserve the whole-damn-world and every silvery star spanning the sky of inky velvet. Don't you ever say you don't deserve me again. Do you hear me?"

As much as he hated to admit, Alessio liked the dominance he reflected, a tone of dominance that caused even Aleskei to whimper in submission.

Granted, Aleskei has came around to the idea of being submissive lately, but mostly because he was promised he'd see Malik if he behaved.

"I'm sorry," Alessio says lowly. Shyly, he averts his honey gaze away from Messiah's beautiful, pools of dark green.

Messiah tucks a unruly curl behind Alessio's ear. "You have nothing to apologize for, baby boy."

Oh, my gosh, I love them so much! Anyway, what was your favorite part? Mine was when Messiah drew him. That was so cute. This was a bit cuter than most steamy scenes than you have read, I'm sure, but that's just how I write. I'm not a fan of hardcore, sex scenes. If you don't like that, don't read this book.