Chained to the Enemy Alpha

Zayn unbuckled his pants, revealing his hard cock. He positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with his tip. Lily felt the head of his cock against her wet folds. She pushed her hips forward, desperate for him to enter her.

"No," Zayn said, his voice firm but gentle. "Not yet."

Zayn lowered himself onto her, kissing her lips again. He trailed kisses down her neck, letting his hot breath brush against her mate mark, "I want to hear you beg for it."

He didn't need her to speak for him to hear her. Her body would do the talking; all he had to do was listen closely.

Lily nodded obediently, distracted by his fervent kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning in his ear. When he inserted two fingers into her dripping wet entrance with no warning, Lily gasped. Her back arched off the floor.

Zayn smirked, whispering against her ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of her wet heat, "Do you like that?"

"You're so tight, Lily. So tight around my fingers."

Using his thumb, Zayn rubbed her clit in small circles. The dual sensation was so intense that Lily tried to squeeze her thighs together, seeking relief.

Zayn smacked her thigh likely with his free hand while warning, "Did I say you can do that? If you want me to help, you're going to have to listen to me."

Lily bit her lower lip, nodding desperately as she tried to relax. She spread her legs a little further apart.

"Good, I want to see all of you, Lily," He praised, inserting his fingers even deeper than before.

Seeing as she obeyed his commands, Zayn lowered his mouth to her breast again. This time, he didn't just suck or nibble, he bit her nipple gently, tugging it between his teeth while flicking the tips with his tongue.

The mixture of pain and pleasure sent another wave of pleasure crashing into her. A soundless cry escaped her lips as she writhed beneath him. The heat in her core burned hotter than a roaring fire, threatening to consume her whole.

'Zayn… please…'

At first, Lily wasn't sure if Zayn could hear her thoughts. The last time they had intercourse was different. There was no love.

This time was different, too. It was a fusion of lust, desire, and wanting.

But when Zayn looked down at her, she knew. Zayn didn't realize how much he loved watching Lily's reactions to his every action. Every gasp, every silent moan spurred him on. However, nothing could compare to hearing her in his mind.

He slid three fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that special spot that made her walls clench.

He felt her coming close, her inner muscles fluttering around his fingers. Just as she was about to reach her peak, he pulled out, leaving her trembling and unfulfilled. She didn't have time to hide her disappointment.

She looked up at him, wanting more.

"Turn over," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. "Get on all fours."

Lily didn't hesitate. She flipped onto her stomach and raised herself onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. Her ass was raised high, her glistening core exposed and ready.

Zayn chuckled, "So eager."

He smacked her on her bare ass, the stinging pain caught her by surprise. It also left her wanting more.

"Not yet, Lily," He said as he signalled her to turn to face him.

She turned to face him, still on her hands and knees, while Zayn stood up. His cock stood proud at her eye level, thick and hard. She looked up at him, seeing the hooded desire in his eyes.

He cupped her chin, gently running his thumb over her reddened bottom lip, "Show me how much you want me."

Desperate to have him inside her, Lily eagerly opened her mouth. She took his entire shaft in one go, relaxing her throat to accommodate his size.

Zayn groaned as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him. "Fuck, Lily. That's it."

She swirled her tongue around his length, paying special attention to the sensitive head. The more he moaned, the more heat accumulated at her core.

Zayn felt the familiar pain in his cock as it throbbed. But it wasn't as intense as before. The intensity of their sexual pleasure overwhelmed the discomfort, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head steady as he began to thrust into her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat with each push, but Lily didn't gag or pull away. She took everything he gave her, her eyes watering slightly from the effort.

Aroused by his rough thrusts, Lily wanted to pleasure herself too. The heat in her core was building up again, and she was desperate to give it some attention. But as soon as she lifted one hand off the ground, Zayn noticed it.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He warned before thrusting deeper down her throat. An effective warning.

Lily shook her head, gagging a little at his sudden use of force. She quickly pressed her hand down on the floor to support herself. She winced a little at the pain on her bandaged palms, remembering the injury from the hot cast-iron pan.

The pain was a forgotten memory now as pleasure overran her senses.

Zayn felt his release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing with each thrust. His arousal pushed past the pain he felt.

"I'm close," he warned, preparing to pull out.

But Lily had other ideas. As he tried to withdraw, she sealed her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. Over and over again.

The unexpected sensation was too much. Zayn groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he came hard, filling her mouth with his seed.

Lily didn't pull away. She swallowed everything he gave her, continuing to suck gently as he rode out his orgasm. When he finally stilled, she released him with a soft pop.

A drop of cum escaped from the corner of her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, Lily caught it with her finger and licked it clean, her tongue darting out to collect every last drop.

"Goddess, Lily," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You never fail to surprise me."