Chained to the Enemy Alpha

Zayn's hands roamed down, tugging at the waistband of Lily's white lace panties. He lifted the waistband with his finger and released it, snapping it against her skin. Lily gasped. His eyes darkened with desire as they locked with hers.

"I can smell how aroused you are," he murmured, his voice husky. "So deliciously sweet."

Lily could not help but smile shyly. She widened her legs more, showing she was ready for what he was about to do. Her eyes never left his.

Her heart hammered in her chest as anticipation built inside her.

Taking her invitation, Zayn slid his hand down her stomach, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He slipped his fingers under the delicate fabric of her panties. Lily's back arched off the bed when his finger circled her clit.

"So wet already," he groaned, his own breathing becoming labored. "So ready for me."

'Yes, Zayn. Please don't stop.'

Zayn froze. He'd heard her voice clearly in his mind. Soft, breathless, and filled with need. The sound of her moaning his name inside his head made his cock twitch with desire. This telepathic connection between them only happened when she was truly open to him, truly wanting him.

"Say it again," he commanded, pressing his finger more firmly against her sensitive bud. "Let me hear you."

'Please touch me. I want you. I need you!'

Lily moaned. She was pleasantly surprised to feel their connection snap back in place. She was eager to show him how ready she was. She spread her legs wider, offering herself to him. Zayn understood. He slid two fingers into her wet entrance, watching her face contort with pleasure.

"You're so tight," he whispered, beginning to move his fingers in and out of her. "So perfect."

He quickened his pace, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside her that made her shudder. Lily arched her back, pushing her hips forward so his fingers could go deeper. Her inner walls clenched around his digits as he slowly pulled them out.

Zayn brought his glistening fingers to his lips, tasting her arousal with a groan of approval. Then he offered them to her.

"Taste how sweet you are," he whispered.

Lily hesitated only briefly before taking his fingers into her mouth. The taste of her sweetness on his skin was strange but not unpleasant. She sucked gently, maintaining eye contact with him, watching as his pupils dilated even further.

"Do you trust me?" Zayn asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lily nodded without hesitation.

"I'm going to make you feel even better than before," he promised, his eyes burning with intent, breath hot on her neck.

He reached under her pillow and pulled out his bathrobe that she had hidden. He took the rope and looked down at her.

Lily sat up obediently, wondering if he intended to tie her wrists together. She offered them to him, assuming that was what he intended to do. He shook his head.

"I'm going to blindfold you," He explained.

Lily obliged and lowered her head a little. He gently wrapped it around her eyes, securing it tightly behind her head with a knot.

Darkness enveloped her, but Lily wasn't afraid. She trusted Zayn completely. She sat there obediently, waiting for his instructions. Zayn removed her nightdress, lifting it over her head. He tossed the sheer fabric on the ground.

"Lie down for me," He whispered.

Zayn cradled the back of her head as she leaned back onto the bed. Once she was comfortable, he pulled her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked before him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Unable to see, Lily's other senses were heightened. She felt the bed dip as Zayn moved lower. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider than before. The cool air hit her exposed core, making her shiver in anticipation.

Then she felt it. Something that scent jolts through her body. It was the warm lick of his tongue against her sensitive clit. Lily gasped, her body jerking at the new sensation. Nothing had prepared her for this feeling.

'Zayn!'

Her voice echoed in his mind, louder this time, filled with shock and pleasure.

This time, he licked slower, snaking his tongue along the folds of her entrance. He savored her taste. Instinctively, Lily reached down, running her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. Her hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

"You taste even sweeter than you smell," he growled against her sensitive flesh.

Lily quivered as Zayn flicked her clit with his tongue, the small bundle of nerves sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. He continued to lick and suck, dipping his tongue into her entrance.

She was in pure bliss, having never felt anything like this before. The pressure built inside her, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter in her core. She was panting now, her chest heaving with each breath.

Just when she thought that was all, Zayn slipped two fingers back inside her pussy while continuing to lick her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Lily moaned even louder in his mind, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out.

'Zayn, please… I can't… It's too much…'

But Zayn didn't stop. Instead, he increased his pace, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her while sucking hard on her clit. He toyed with it on the tip of his tongue.

Lily's back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.

The tight coil inside her was ready to snap at any moment, releasing a wave of pleasure. Zayn sensed how close she was. He drove her closer to the edge with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue.

Lily clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white as the pressure reached new heights. She was teetering on the edge, so close but not quite there.

'Zayn…please… I want to… I want to…'

She could no longer form complete sentences, her eyes hazy with desire. Hearing her moans made Zayn grin. He increased his pace, listening as her breath grew more ragged.