Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Twenty One}

The above photo reminds me of Alessio and Messiah.

Cross legged around the Christmas tree, strung with twinkling, silver lights and garland that was bathing in the hue of azure the group sat. In Zenaida's lap sat her German Shepherd, whose fur reflected the colors of soft amber and coffee, as she sifted her fingers through his fur.

Zyah gave her a iPhone case complete with an array of silvery stars forming the constellations and a glitter makeup set, with her initials scribbled in golden letters.

As she tore open her gift, on Dahlia's face split a wide, toothy smile. In a metallic gift bag secured in her grasp was an array of lotions and shower gel, all inscribed with the bold letters of her name.

In loopy cursive were the words, Merry Christmas, Lia. Love you to the moon and back, with Alessio's signature attached. The nickname was used to address her ever since her and Alessio were pups, dangling from their mother's denim clad legs with all their might.

And Love you to the moon and back were the words recited from memory between the pair and their mom.

Looping her slender arms, covered in wool, around his neck, she pulled her brother closer to her chest. "Love you, too, Lessio. To the moon and back."

In return, Alessio unearthed the gift Dahlia gave him, wrapped in the warm embrace of transparent golden. In his hands he holds up a dildo and chocolate flavored lube.

As Alessio's skin washes in a tone of dust-pink, Dahlia sends Messiah a sly wink. To conceal his embarrassment, Alessio buries his head in the crook of Messiah's neck and inhales the fresh scent of sandalwood and cinnamon he basked in. "Aw, it's okay, baby doll. You don't have to be embarrassed," he coos in his ear. He combs Alessio's messy curls away from his forehead and offers him a warm smile. "They're just jealous you get more action than they do."

Alessio giggles softly at his words. He loops his arms around Messiah's neck and falls back into the suffocating grasp of the scent tainting his mate's bronze skin.

"Besides," Messiah murmurs, "the flavor of the lube reminds me of your eyes." Messiah gently trails his finger along the inky eyelashes lining the banks of the beautiful, chocolate rivers he often finds himself drowning in.

"Shush!" Alessio retaliates, his playful glare juxtaposing the whimper he emits.

Amidst the flirtatious banter back and forth between Alessio and Messiah, Parker unwraps a sleek, black camera, with the Polaroid logo carved into the material. Smiling widely, he collapses against Storm's chest and litters his face in kisses. "Oh goddess, Storm, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, baby," he replies with a light laugh.

"Say cheese," Parker says happily and points the camera lens at Storm. His face was painted with contrasting shades of brown that resulted in a faint, caramel hue.

His stormy eyes sparkled from his face splitting grin. And his arm was leisurely thrown over the plush, gray fabric of the couch behind him.

"Aw, you look hot," he reveals before showing him the picture he had taken, complete with a blurry background.

Storm barks out a humorous laugh in reply. "Open mine," Parker prompts and hands his mate a gift wrapped in forest green.

"Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi, Golden, Meet Me In The Hallway by Harry Styles... Perfect by Ed Sheeran," he reads off. "My favorite songs," he says in amazement. "What is this?"

Parker grins. "I burned a CD for you."

"Thank you. I love it, babe."

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Encased in the cream sheets laid Messiah, fully clothed, and his elbows propped up on the edge of the bed, as he watched Alessio unwrap his gift.

A gasp flew past Alessio's lips when his eyes trailed over the photo behind the unscathed sheet of glass and a patterned, gold frame. The sketch Messiah had drawn of Alessio, with bed sheets straddling his waist and lust blended into his body, from the first time the pair had sex was engraved into memory. "You looked too beautiful not to admire, baby doll," he says, while he twirls a loose, honey curl between his finger.

Straddling his waist, Alessio placed his hands on Messiah's bare chest, sprinkled with drops of water. His teeth are clamped down on his bottom lip. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You were yourself. Perfect. So fucking perfect, baby boy." He waltzes his roselike tongue down Alessio's neck and nibbles on his earlobe. As a wave of pleasure rushes through him, Alessio stops Messiah's movements. "What is it, baby doll?"

"I'm giving you your present now," Alessio breathes down his ear and elicits a low growl from Messiah. Slowly, he rolls his hips on Messiah's lap in an almost grinding motion, while securing Messiah's wrists in his gentle hold.

Even though Messiah could have broke free from the metaphorical handcuffs denying him release, he allows himself to be restrained by his beautiful mate.

As he purposefully lets a series of moans float down Messiah's ear, he leisurely dances on his lap by moving his body in a circular motion.

One by one, he removes pieces of clothing until he's dancing in a pair of Messiah's sweatpants and boxers. He feels Messiah stiffen beneath him.

With his bottom lip between his teeth, he "accidentally" grabs ahold of his cock beneath the loose fabric of his washed out jeans, while continuing to buck his hips.

A split second later, Messiah hurls his self restraint out the window and releases a loud, throaty growl up at his mate.

"Baby doll, you're testing my self control."

"Fuck me, Messiah," he purrs softly, his voice silvery, whilst he trailed his finger down the taut muscles sketched into his abdomen.

"Dammit, baby boy," he hisses through gritted teeth.

"Mi amarto," he moans out as soon as Messiah grinds himself against Alessio's ass. "Ah, fuck me!"

"Oh, I will, baby doll. How about we make use of your gifts?" Giddily, he smiles when he's abruptly flipped onto his bare back.

I didn't want to write multiple steamy scenes back to back, so this is as far as I went. 🙊💕