I created the plan to bring her back to us. But Micah reached the inner sanctum first.
The sun drops, throwing long shadows over the monitors. I stand with the others in the dim light of our camming unit. We're doing things differently today by giving her the full choice instead of just picking for her. One screen shows her nesting room as she sits with her laptop in front of her. She scrolls through the RAA. The other shows her movements on the site from the backend.
Dameon crosses his arms. Micah sighs. Theo taps his fingers on the desk. We remain silent, the only sound being the low hum of the computer’s cooling fans. Zora looks at Friday for a second, then Saturday. Her cursor moves to Tuesday and lingers.
My pulse jumps.Pick him. See if the voice matches the man you held this morning.
She moves the cursor to me and double-clicks to request a session. My heart kicks against my ribs. I look at the guys. Theo sighs and pushes off the desk. Micah offers a small nod before heading toward the door. Dameon looks at the screen for a second longer, then follows the twins out. They leave me alone in the unit.
I lock the door behind them and pull my shirt over my head before I grab the silver filigree mask. The cool metal settles against my skin like a second face. I sit in the high-backed chairand drop my voice into my deep baritone. I am no longer the man who manages her lease. Tonight, I’m her Dom.
Zora’s face fills the screen. She’s hunched over her laptop, clutching a silk pillow. She looks tired, her eyes searching the shadows of her own room.
"You look on edge, Omega."
The vibration of my voice hits the speakers, and I watch her flinch, her pupils dilating. She settles back into her pillows and looks anywhere but the screen.
"I have a lot on my mind," she whispers. "A lot of noise. I feel like I can't even trust my own instincts. I reacted to someone today... someone I should feel neutral about."
I keep my posture relaxed, but my chest tightens. I know she means Micah. Her body recognized the Alpha in him, and it’s shaken her foundation.
"The mind likes to create monsters out of shadows when it's tired, Omega." I lean forward, the mask catching the dim blue light. "You’re overthinking a moment of physical friction. You’re looking for a meaning that isn't there because you’re looking for a way to ground yourself. Stop searching. I’m right here."
She twists a corner of the pillow. "It confuses me. I feel a pull toward a Beta that feels... wrong."
"There is no 'wrong' in this room, Omega. There is only the noise you brought with you, and the peace I’m going to give you. No more talk about the lobby. Lie back. Close your eyes."
Zora follows the command, her body sinking into the mattress. She looks like she’s finally letting go of a breath she’s been holding all day.
"Hands behind your head, Omega. Fingers interlaced. I want you to follow the sound of my voice. Listen to the way it moves through the air. Inhale with me... and exhale."
I watch the biometric feed on my private monitor; her heart rate begins to level out. I keep the pace slow, a steady cadencedesigned to draw her focus away from her confusion and toward the heat building between us.
"Your breathing is settling. Good. Now, remove the robe. I want to see you."
The silk slides off her shoulders. She looks beautiful under those amber fairy lights, her brown skin flushed and warm. I shift the camera angle down, letting her see my hand as it wraps around the base of my cock.
"Open your eyes, Omega. Look at me."
Zora’s eyes snap open. She stares at the screen, a ragged breath escaping her as she sees my girth.
"Keep your hands where I can see them, Omega. Interlace your fingers behind your head and leave them there. You aren't allowed to touch anything yet. Just watch."
She complies, her chest heaving as she arches her back slightly, exposing the warm, brown length of her body to the camera. I stroke myself with slow drags of my palm along my shaft. Through the high-sensitivity mic the rhythmic sound of the friction fills the silence of her room. I watch her eyes track the movement of my hand.
"I can see the tension in your thighs." I increase my speed just enough to make the sound louder. "I can see your skin flushing. That’s the only truth you need tonight. Your body isn't confused, Omega. Not when I’m the Alpha you need."
Zora whimpers, her hips giving a small, involuntary twitch. Her hands remain locked behind her head. I want her to feel every second of the anticipation.
"Now, use one hand," I command, my voice thickening. "Keep the other behind your head. One hand, Omega. Press your fingers against your clit hard, but don’t move them."
She gasps as she breaks the hold, her hand diving between her legs. I watch her on the 4K feed as she finds her center, herfingers press into her clit. She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes locking onto mine through the lens.
"Match my pace.” My breath turns into controlled bursts as I increase my speed. "Don't rush it. Feel the friction. Watch the way I move."
I wrap my hand tighter, the thick length of me pulses with every stroke. Zora’s hips move in a slow, desperate circle, her back arching off the bed as she focuses on the rhythm I’ve set. The amber fairy lights catch the sheen of sweat on her brown skin, making her glow in the dim light of her nest.
"That's it. We do this together. Let the world go quiet, Omega. You want the release I’m giving you."
