Chained to the Enemy Alpha

Zayn turned to face Lily, her arms still wrapped around him. She could feel his heart pounding against her cheek, the rapid rhythm matching her own racing pulse. Zayn wrapped his arms around her too, squeezing tightly.

She felt the warmth of his skin against her own. It didn't take long for Lily to realize what she had done. In a panic, she quickly released him, embarrassed by her initiation. She wanted to apologize, worried about how Zayn would react.

She had never been the one to take the first step. It was new to her. But Zayn didn't let Lily go. He caught her arms and kept them firmly around his waist.

"Don't," he said, his voice husky in the quiet room. "I like it."

If he could choose, he wanted them to stay in that moment forever, embracing eachother.

Lily's cheeks burned beet red. She kept her eyes glued to the ground, suddenly shy despite being the one to reach for him first.

Zayn lowered his head, nuzzling his face in her hair. He took in her scent, inhaling deeply. True to his words, her presence helped bring him a sense of calm. Lily noticed it too; his heartbeat slowed into a steady pace.

"Are you worried about the trip to the capital?" he whispered against her hair.

Lily nodded, her face still pressed against his chest.

"I am too," he admitted, vulnerability lacing his words. "But you know what makes me feel better?"

Lily pulled back slightly to look up at him, head tilted to the side with a questioning look in her eyes.

Zayn's eyes locked with hers. He raised his hand and pointed directly at her heart. "You."

A soft laugh escaped Lily's lips, but the sound held no real humor.

She shook her head and signed, 'I'm useless. I can't do anything to help you.'

Zayn frowned, his fingers catching her chin when she tried to look away. "That's not true. You're very helpful and useful."

'How?' she asked, doubt evident in her expression.

"A Luna needs to be a role model for her fellow pack members, yes," Zayn said, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. "But more importantly, she also supports her Alpha."

His eyes softened as he gazed down at her. "I won't be able to get through this without you, Lily," he whispered, before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

The tender gesture made Lily's heart skip a beat. Time slowed as she studied his face, his strong jaw, the hint of stubble catching the moonlight. A small scar above his eyebrow.

She raised her hand to cup his cheek. Zayn leaned into her touch, eyes closing briefly. Seeing how at peace he looked warmed Lily's heart. A daring thought passed through her mind.

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips onto his. At first, it was a mere brushing of lips. A light touch. But Zayn responded quickly to her advances. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

What began as a gentle kiss quickly transformed into something more urgent.

In one fluid motion, Zayn lifted her off the ground. Lily gasped at the sudden movement, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to bed, their lips never parting. Everything around them faded away; the world was theirs and theirs alone.

He laid her down gently on the bed, his body hovering over hers as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entrance that she readily granted. His taste was intoxicating and addictive; she wanted more.

Zayn felt the same way as he tasted her, her sweetness, his pleasure. The more he tasted it, the more he desired. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, and so did Lily.

Zayn's hands traced down the length of her nightgown, lifting it slowly as he trailed his fingers up her thigh slowly. His touch sent shivers down Lily's body. Goosebumps rose. When he reached her upper thigh, he cupped her ass, squeezing gently.

Lily moaned. She ground against him, feeling the heat pool between her legs. She was acutely aware of how her body responded to his touches. Desperate for more.

Zayn felt his member growing hard in his loose-fitting pants. He lusted for her, lusted for more. The last time they had sex was when Lily was in heat. Though she had consented then, things could be different now.

What if she didn't want more?

Zayn pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he gazed down at her flushed face.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "I'll stop if you don't."

Lily was too lost in the moment, her mind hazy with desire. Words, signs, it was all lost on her now. All she could do was look up at him, her eyes pleading for him to continue. She was ready to throw caution to the wind and become his for the night.

Understanding her silent request, Zayn lowered his head again. He carefully lifted her nightgown higher, above her waist. He pressed a string of kisses on her stomach.

Lily's breath hitched as he trailed kisses upward while slowly pushing the nightgown higher and higher. The cool air hit her heated skin as Zayn exposed more of her body. Her nightgown bunched above her chest, revealing her breasts.

Zayn paused. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her bare chest. He took her lustful form and delicate features. Her chest rose and fell with each bated breath. Her nipples were round like tiny pink pebbles.

"Your nipples are already hard," he commented, his voice thick with desire.

Before she could respond, Zayn lowered his head and flicked one nipple with his tongue. The sensation surged through her body like lightning, making her gasp and arch her back off the bed.

As he continued to feast on her body, Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him down gently while simultaneously grinding against him. She could feel his hard member pressed against her core.

She wanted more. So much more.