Chapter 4 Theo #2
I nod and check the work order queue on my tablet, making sure to look busy even though I have already cleared my schedule for her.
“I have a few sensor calibrations to finish down here. I can come up to the penthouse in an hour and troubleshoot the problem for you. I will get your speeds where they need to be.”
Zora relaxes her shoulders, her smile turning genuine and lighting up her dark eyes. “Thank you, Ethan. I really appreciate it. I will see you then.”
She turns back to the camera as Jules counts down for the next shot. I watch them move toward the cafe wing. I return my gaze to the screen, but I no longer see the scent emitters specs. I see the schedule for the thirteenth floor. Sixty minutes remain before I step into her world.
One hour later, I ride up in the elevator to unit 1301.
The doors slide open. I step into the penthouse and find Zora sitting alone on the large gray sofa in the center of the living room.
She stares out at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass, her posture rigid.
She stands as I enter and offers a small smile.
The faint, sweet scent of honey and vanilla reaches me as she crosses the stone floor.
“I set up my editing rig in the second bedroom.” She gestures toward the hallway. “It just won’t connect, and I’m not tech-savvy enough with this kind of thing to figure out what’s wrong.”
I follow her as she leads the way. Her scent is so hard to ignore, even with the Alpha suppressants.
My inner Alpha knows she’s our omega, and no suppressant can deaden that.
She pushes open the door to the smaller room.
A sleek desk with a three-monitor setup and a tower occupies the corner.
Zora settles into her chair and wakes the monitors.
“Go ahead and login.” I pull my handheld tablet from under my arm. “I need the specific MAC address to finish the whitelist on my end.”
Zora types in her password. She stares at the icons, her hand hovering over the mouse. “I wouldn’t even know where to look for that.”
I step closer. It feels difficult to avoid reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Do you mind if I take the helm for a second?” I gesture toward the desk. “It will only take a moment.”
“Oh, sure.” Zora stands and moves to the side of the desk, giving me the space.
I settle into her pink gaming chair. I focus on the screen, navigating to the network settings with a few quick clicks. While I wait for the hardware info to populate on the primary monitor, I reach up to run my fingers through my hair; a mindless habit.
My fingers hit the elastic tie instead of my scalp.
Realizing I messed up my hair, I set the tablet down on the edge of her desk.
I pull the tie free, allowing the long, honey-blonde strands to tumble over my shoulders.
I shake my head, letting the air hit my scalp for a moment.
Then, I gather the lengths back together and secure them into a fresh, messy man bun. Then I feel eyes on me.
I pause, my fingers hovering near the back of my head. I glance over at Zora. She stands by the desk, her eyes locked on me. She looks like someone witnessing a ghost. Part of me hopes she recognizes me, but that feels impossible. I look nothing like I did as a kid.
I relish the attention. I don’t know the specific memory I triggered, but the intensity of her focus makes my skin tingle.
I pick up my tablet, finish entering the address to complete the whitelist protocol, and then I test the internet connection.
It works now. I try not to show my disappointment.
I wish for a harder problem to solve, just to stay here longer.
I push away from the desk and stand. “You should be all set, Zora.” I tuck my tablet back under my arm.
She blinks, the spell breaking as she clears her throat. “Thank you, Ethan. I... I didn’t realize your hair was that long.”
I reach up and pat the messy bun, offering a sheepish grin. “I usually keep it tucked away. It gets in the way when I work inside a rig.” I offer a quick wink and head for the door. “Call me if the signal drops again or you need more IT support.”
God, I want to linger. Find an excuse to stay, but I have to play the professional role here.
She follows me to the elevator. “I will. Thank you again for your help. You saved my butt.”
I step into the elevator and offer her a dramatic bow. “All in a days work, Miss.” I press the button for the lobby.
Her laughter rings out, and the joy it fills me with almost makes my head spin.
The doors close, and the car descends. If she gets on the RAA tonight, I’m going to make sure she has no choice but to pick me. I have to spend more time with her.
I catch my breath as I hurry to the camming unit.
It sits three floors below the penthouse, providing a neutral space for us to cam with her without risking recognition.
I enter and lock the door, the click of the heavy bolt providing the only sound in the quiet room.
She signed onto the site a few minutes ago.
I must ensure she picks me. I move to the desk with the black backdrop and pull on a pale blue medical face mask.
I tug off my shirt. I gather my honey-blonde hair and secure it into a tight, low bun at the base of my skull. A quick check of the camera angle confirms the bun remains hidden behind my head. She saw the length today as Ethan; she cannot see it again tonight.
I turn on the tower and set up the natural voice filter. I adjust the sliders until my voice drops into a warm, resonant baritone. To Zora, I sound like a stranger.
I log in to the Remote Alpha Aid portal. My fingers fly across the keys as I set my brother and cousin to ‘Busy’ or ‘Away.’ I leave her no choice but me. I inhabit the Friday profile, the persona designed to be the chill Alpha who offers a session that feels like hanging out with a friend.
The connection request pings. Handle: User7734.
I accept the call. Zora’s face fills the screen, her golden-blonde afro hair fanned out against her pillows. Her warm, light-brown skin glows under the dim light of her nesting room. She looks restless, her deep brown eyes scanning my masked face.
“Hello, 7734. We haven’t met before.” I lean back in the chair, my voice a low, easy rumble shaped by the filter and muffled by the medical mask. “What would you like me to call you?”
Zora bites her lip, her gaze fixed on the screen. “Zo. And what should I call you?”
“Friday.” I offer a slow, reassuring nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zo.”
“It’s good to meet you, too.” She shifts on her bed. “What features do you have on here? I saw a few icons I didn’t recognize.”
I pull up the interaction menu on the side of the screen.
“We have a few tools to make things more interactive. One of my favorites involves the Viewing Party. We sync our screens and watch content together. It takes the pressure off. We can just be chill, talk, and masturbate while we watch. No stress. We don’t even need to do anything sexual.
Whatever you want. You’re in control now. ”
Zora’s pupils dilate. “That sounds... nice. We could watch some porn videos, I’m not opposed to that. Can you pick the videos?”
I grin. “I have a few favorites.” I navigate my curated library and select high-heat clips that focus on the Omega’s needs. I hit the sync button. “Here. Tell me if this works for you.”
The video begins. An Omega female writhes in the center of a massive silk nest. Her skin glimmers with the sweat of a peak heat. She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. “Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Help me. It burns. I need you.”
Two large Alphas enter the frame. They wear only the boots and pants of a fireman’s uniform.
They move with a deliberate, steady calm.
“Patience, Omega,” one rumbles, his voice vibrating through the speakers.
“We have all night to put out this fire.” They kneel at her sides, their large hands gently parting her thighs.
The shot cuts to a new angle. The camera focuses on their tongues as they go down on her, their movements slow and thorough.
They lick the slickness from her entrance, their focus entirely on her pleasure.
The Omega’s back arches, her toes curling as she finds her first release under their dual assault.
The Alphas pull back for a heartbeat, leaving the Omega gasping on the damp silk. I glance at the cam feed. Zo’s eyes remain glued to the screen, her pupils nearly swallowing the brown of her irises.
“The pace working for you so far, Zo?” The filter deepens my voice.
“Yes,” she whispers, her chest heaving as she stares at the display. “It... I like it. Please don’t stop the video.”
One Alpha shifts his weight on the screen, the muscles in his thighs bunching as he positions himself.
He drives forward with a slow, agonizing precision as they show him entering her.
The Omega’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as her body stretches to accommodate his thick cock.
He drives home, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the speakers while she takes every inch.
I turn on the secondary monitor. I bring up the 4K security feed for unit 1301.
The clarity stuns me. I watch Zora through this secret lens while the cam portal handles the call.
She kicks the weighted blanket away, exposing the smooth, light-brown expanse of her legs.
She wears only the cream-colored knit dress from earlier; the hem hiked up to her hips.
Her lace thong leaves little to the imagination.
“Look at how they handle her.” I keep my instructions minimal. “They take care of her first. They make sure she feels every lick before they give her their knots.”
Zora gasps, her head falling back against the pillows. On my private feed, I see her hand dive into her thong. She spreads her legs wide. “Yes. It feels... different watching it with someone.”
I stand to push my pants down my thighs and free my erection.
I fist my length, my knuckles turning white as I pump in rhythm with the Alpha on the screen.
The friction provides a necessary release for the tension I felt in her room earlier today.
I watch her face on the cam feed and her body on the hub feed.
Her eyes roll back. before they notice me.
“I want to see your cock.” Her voice comes out in a breathless whisper. “I want to see you come, Friday.”
The request sends a surge of adrenaline through my system.
I shift the chair back so she can see more of me.
I pump harder, my movements becoming aggressive and demanding.
I watch her through the small preview window as she follows my lead.
On the hub monitor, I see her fingers working against her clit, her hips bucking against the bed.
“Fuck you’re sexy, Zo.” I grunt, my pace quickening to match the peak of the video. The Omega on the screen screams as the Alpha’s knot locks into her, stretching her opening. I mirror the movement, my pumping becoming short and desperate. “Imagine my knot inside you. Come with me.”
Her gaze locks onto the pre-cum dripping down my shaft, and her back arches.
She comes hard, her body jolting as she cries out.
She rides the wave of the release. I follow a second later, my balls jerking as I squeeze my knot as hard as I can.
I groan, the sound trapped behind the mask as I coat my hand. We sit in the shared silence.
“Thank you.” She looks at the screen, her gaze soft and hazy. “That was exactly what I needed.” She’s about to fall asleep.
“Anytime, Zo. Get some sleep.”
I wait for her to disconnect before I pull off the mask and lean my head back against the chair. My skin feels electric. I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve been fantasizing about her and this moment for so long. If only I could’ve been in the bed with her.
One day she will be ours for real. But before we tell her who we are, we have to make sure she’s safe.