Chained to the Enemy Alpha

'Please.'

Zayn looked down at Lily, stunned. The self-control he'd been clinging to slipped away like water through his fingers. Zayn pulled Lily in, gently cradling her as they kissed. Her soft lips moved desperately against his, and he found himself returning the kiss with equal hunger.

The cramped pantry filled with her scent, sweet and intoxicating. The unmistakable scent of arousal. It clouded his mind and awakened his primal instincts. His wolf howled within him, demanding he claim what was his.

"Lily," he gasped between kisses, his voice rough with need. "Are you sure?"

She answered by deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips. Zayn did the same, tasting her lips before exploring the inside of her mouth. He was never going to forget how sweet she tasted on his tongue.

Zayn tightened his arms around Lily, their bodies pressing against each other. Taking advantage of the situation, Lily maneuvered herself onto Zayn's lap, straddling him. The heat of her core pressed against his growing erection, separated only by thin fabric.

As they rocked back and forth, she ground against him. Small whimpers escaped her throat as her arousal intensified. Lily was still desperate for more.

"Goddess," Zayn groaned, his hands gripping her hips. Each roll of her body against his sent sparks of pleasure surging through him.

His wolf was going crazy, clawing at his insides, desperate to take her.

Lily's hands traveled down his chest. She felt his well-defined muscles under his touch. Her hands traveled further down until they reached the waistband of his pants. Her touch was like fire against his skin, burning away every rational thought. Just as she was about to slip her hand inside, Zayn caught her wrist.

With tremendous effort, he pulled away from the kiss.

In the dim light filtering through the cracks of the pantry door, he studied her face. Her eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed with heat. She was breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"Lily," Zayn said, struggling to form coherent words through his own haze of lust. "I need to know if this is really what you want."

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle despite the storm raging inside him. Her eyes met hers. For a moment, they were still hazed with lust. But his words gave her something to focus on. She listened to him.

"If you say yes," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I won't be able to stop until you're satisfied. Until we're both satisfied."

His gaze intensified, boring into hers. "But if you don't want this, tell me now. I'll pull away. I won't abandon you—I'll help you get through this heat another way. But you need to decide."

He swallowed hard, his next words filled with meaning. "If you choose me, you become mine. In every way."

Lily studied his face, her eyes moving over every feature. She understood the importance of his words. He was giving her a choice.

She pointed to herself, then to him, her meaning clear. Then, her hands formed deliberate signs: 'I don't want you to stop.'

Something primal flashed in Zayn's eyes. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, pressing her against the wall of the pantry. Lily fell back, welcoming the weight of him as he covered her body with his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while her arms encircled his neck.

The floor was hard beneath her, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was Zayn—his scent, his touch, his taste. He broke the kiss to look at her, his eyes reflecting a hunger that matched her own.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. The cool air of the pantry kissed her naked skin, making her nipples harden into firm buds.

The sight of her naked form made Zayn's cock throb painfully in his pants. He lowered his head to her breast, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Lily arched her back, a moan escaping her lips. The sound was louder than either expected in the quiet pantry.

Zayn quickly covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Shhh," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You wouldn't want other people to walk in on us, would you?"

The danger of discovery only heightened her arousal. She ground against him more urgently, her body begging for more.

"You're eager," he observed, his voice thick with desire. "But I need to be sure you're ready for me."

Lily nodded frantically, spreading her legs wider in invitation. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, driving Zayn wild.

"Show me," he commanded softly. "Show me how ready you are for me."

The request sent a fresh wave of heat through Lily's body. She bit her lower lip, her hand traveling down her naked body to her core. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She rubbed slow circles around it, her back arching at her own touch.

Zayn watched, entranced, as she pleasured herself. His breathing grew ragged, his cock straining painfully against his pants.

At first, her movements were slow but deliberate. She watched through hooded eyes at Zayn's expression. His eyes were filled with lust. He touched his crotch, his bulge growing beneath his tight pants.

She bit her lower lip, eager to see it. Lily slipped a finger inside herself, moaning softly at the penetration. She went in deep, feeling her wetness coating her finger. She arched her back, allowing her finger to penetrate deeper.

When she withdrew it, her finger glistened with her wetness, visible even in the dim light of their hiding place.

"Fuck," Zayn growled, the last threads of his control snapping at the sight.

He captured her wrist, bringing her finger to his mouth. His tongue darted out, tasting her arousal. The flavor was intoxicating—sweet and musky. His eyes never left hers as he sucked her finger clean.

"Perfect," he murmured, releasing her hand. "You taste even better than I imagined."