Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Bonus Chapter One}

☪︎⋆This bonus chapter has sexual themes included, but the second probably won't and the third bonus chapter definitely won't.
Alessio trails his chocolate-toned irises down the expanse of his reflection in the golden mirror perched against the wall, hand-painted by Messiah and engraved in patterns, one last time before he plopped down at the edge of the bed and waited patiently for Messiah to return from his final college class of the day.

As his mind sketched sultry images, the pain in his groin became even harder to resist and he surpassed a strangled moan from bubbling up from his throat.

When he heard soft footsteps climbing the spiraling, marble staircase, he squirmed in excitement of his mate's arrival. "Baby doll, are you in here? Holy fuck," Messiah cursed when his shocked gaze fell on his mate.

Basking in the embrace of his arousal and intoxicating scent of coconuts and rainwater, Alessio was clothed in the pellucid, inky fabric that failed to eclipse the upper half of his beautiful, naked body, littered with faint hickeys in the hue of mauve Messiah had imprinted on him a couple of days prior.

Encased around his silky, caramel neck was a studded choker matching the delicate fabric he was wearing. Dangling from the faux-silver hook of the choker was the golden letters of Messiah's name, that Alessio was given in a necklace for his birthday.

Beside him, in the center of the array of rose petals strewn around the pristine, white sheets draped on their bed, was a plum-hued vibrator and a pair of gold handcuffs. Messiah used every ounce of his self control from pouncing on Alessio like a fucking, animalistic beast.

As soon as Alessio's canines gently skimmed over his bottom lip, however, Messiah shoved Alessio into the soft fabric of their sheets and clasped the handcuffs around his wrists. "Is this okay with you, baby doll," he rasped out in a husky tone, his voice dipping into his earlobe. "I'll take them off if you'd like."

Alessio hastily nods his head. "Yes. Fuck yes."

Messiah waltzes his tongue of velvet over the fabric concealing Alessio's cock and at the slow motion, Alessio whimpers softly.

"Oh, you look so fucking perfect like that, baby boy." He peppers kisses along the lace, while his fingers trace patterns on his inner thigh. "Goddess, how are you so beautiful? You're a damn angel, baby." He coos the words against his skin. Alessio squirms beneath him as a result.

"Messiah," he whines his name.

Peering up, he hums out a reply, "Yes, Alessio."

"Why are you moving at such a slow pace? I'm horny," he grits out.

"I'm admiring my masterpiece of a mate," he says. He continues to lick a trail up to his chest and collarbone. Special attention he pays to the buds of his nipples and the sharp cut of his jaw.
Soft gasps and moans Alessio drowns in. His dark eyes are bathing in flecks of lust and the sounds of pleasure he emits from the teasing cause Messiah to smirk. In a circular motion, he begins to ground down on Alessio and the translucent fabric offers no sympathy for the throbbing pain Alessio's enduring.

"Fottimi, mio amarto," pours out of his mouth in his native tongue, his voice a strained groan. Messiah moaned lowly at the words. He solely knew 'my love', 'shit', and 'fuck' in the beautiful language. (Fuck me) (My love)

The words (or any words frankly) spoken in Alessio's native language were Messiah's weakness. He'll cum within mere moments. Alessio knew for a fact how much of a hard-on his Italian gives him, but yet, he ebbs a haste orgasm out of him everytime. Sometimes, he even milks the fact and speaks out the dirty talk in Italian through a series of moans.

Can I do this, my love? He trickles into their mind link, his fingers clasped around the metal toy — as he gestures to Alessio's ass.

"Yes, you can, " he breathes out.

Without even another moment of hesitation, Messiah lubes up the small vibrator with coconut-scented oil and slowly slides it in Alessio's ass.

The oil's scent causes the scent of his lust to heighten drastically. And Alessio knew that.

After sliding the lace fabric down his body, he follows suit with his finger. He peeks up at him through the aegis of his onyx curls, and quietly asks his permission.

He slowly eases into the cavern of Alessio's slit. Once Alessio grants him permission, he begins to thrust into him at a brisk pace. A chrous of breathless moans and piercing screams seep from Alessio's mouth, while his head is thrown back in estacy.

The mixture of the vibrator and the quick thrusts of his finger almost drive him over the edge. In a gentle manner, Messiah litters kisses down his bared throat. "Oh, fuck, baby doll," he growls out at the lewd image painted of Alessio when he glances in their mirror, that reveals nearly half of their bed.

Alessio attempts to braid his fingers into the strands of Messiah's ebony curls, but the metal circled around his wrists restrain him. "Fuck!Messiah, please," he says in a whimper. He peeks up at him through watery eyes.

"What do you want, my love?" He enquirers, whilst his finger glides over Alessio's plump, glossy lips. "When you look like that, I'll give you the damn galaxy."

Alessio gasps quietly at the words of praise and the seductive movement. His voice shaky, he says, "I want to touch you. Can I please touch you, mi amarto?"

Slowly, he unclasps the metal covering his mate's wrists and slides the vibrator out of him.

Leaning down to his earlobe, Messiah gently whispers, "Be my guest, Alpha." His breath hitches in his throat when Alessio wraps his mouth around the entirety of his shaft. "Oh shit!" He nearly cums on the spot just watching Alessio suck him off. His chocolate irises were drowning in his pools of olive green, as he was suffocating Messiah in the tide of pleasure.

He pulls away for a second, which causes Messiah to growl. "Mmm, ti senti talmente fottutamente bene," he breathes out in a voice of honey. (You feel so fucking good) Diving back in, he swirls his tongue around Messiah's hardened tip. Messiah fails in surpassing the moans from echoing in their ivory-painted bedroom, bathing in the embrace of lust and their combined scents. Used to the roles as vice versa, Messiah was colored in surprise when Alessio pleasured him as if he was a bottom.

Not that he wasn't damn good at it, because he sure was, but he was usually on the submissive side. Messiah wasn't used to being at the mercy of someone else.

But at the moment, Messiah was a puddle in Alessio's hands, as he licked and sucked down the expanse of his cock.

Soon after, Messiah sprouts ropes of cum into Alessio's skillful mouth, whilst he lets out a piercing scream. Falling down from his own soaring high, Alessio rolls against Messiah's bare chest.

He loops his arms around his mate and inhales the delicious scent on his neck. "Fuck, that was amazing, my love."

Messiah pecks each of Alessio's cheeks and smiles down at him. His skin washes in a hue of rose-gold. "I love you," Messiah whispers.

"Ti amo," Alessio murmurs in reply.

Hello loves! Next bonus chapter is going to be so cute and I'm hella ready! But I'm sad that this book is practically over. 🥺

The next bonus chapter will center around their wedding. I'm so excited! 👏🏼💕