Chapter 3 #2
I head to the elevator bank, my heart rate refusing to slow down. I lift my right arm and press the matte black band against the glass sensor. A soft chime rings out and the thirteenth-floor button glows a cool blue.
The car moves upward. When the doors open, I walk straight to the kitchen and set the coffee and pastry on the marble island.
I can’t eat. The ghosts are screaming in my head, the image of the boy in the fire, and the boy with the toy fighting for attention with the memory of Sawyer’s intense energy that makes me want to bend over and present myself to him, begging for his dick.
I’ve been with Betas in the past. Alphas scare me too much, but without a knot, the sex is only half satisfying with a Beta.
I feel like a traitor. I’m sitting in this palace, crying over boys I can’t find, while my body hums with a need I don’t want to admit to.
Going to the nesting room, I pull the double doors shut. I reach for the remote that controls the lights and the blinds. I open them, letting in some of the morning sun. It’s nice to feel like I’m out in the open, but no one can see into my unit from the surrounding buildings.
I don’t want grounding and sleep right now. I want to drown out the memories and blurry faces. I want to lose control so I don’t have to think about the ash and the smoke anymore.
Grabbing my laptop, I crawl onto the bed. I log into the RAA portal, my fingers flying across the keys. I skip Tuesday.
Most of the profiles say they’re away or in a session. I frown. Perhaps I shouldn’t be doing this early in the day. It’s Jules day off, but that doesn’t mean I can spend my whole day getting my rocks off.
Then a profile lights up. One of the ones named after a day of the week, Saturday. Saturdays are chill, but his profile looks anything but chill. I click on him and go to his profile.
The preview video shows a man standing in a dark room wearing a skull half-mask that covers his nose and mouth .His shoulders are massive, his arms corded with muscle as he leans toward the lens with a predatory intensity.
“You’re here because you’re tired of being the one in control.
” His voice is a low, gravelly rasp that makes the laptop speakers vibrate.
“You want the noise in your head to stop. You want to forget the ghosts. I don’t want your stories.
I want your surrender. Give me the lead, and I’ll give you the silence you’re begging for. ”
I hit the request button.
A small, pulsing circle appears in the center of the screen.
Awaiting Alpha... I shut my eyes only to open them.
Every time I close my eyes, I see red robot and the faceless boy from my past. The wait is agonizing.
With Tuesday, the connection felt almost instant, like he was sitting there waiting for me.
The screen flickers. The loading icon vanishes, replaced by the dark feed of Saturday’s room.
He stands in front of his camera, his arms crossed over a chest that looks broad enough to block out the world.
His eyes are green, and there’s a hunger in them that makes me shiver.
He just watches me, his silence a physical pressure that fills the room.
My heart hammers in my chest. Last night it was so easy to interact with the guy and even masturbate, but now I feel like I’m on a stage.
“Hello, 7734. What do you want to be called by me?”
His voice has a gravel to it that makes my ears perk. I don’t want to be Zora. I don’t want to be the girl on the screen or the girl who survived the fire. I just want to be what my biology says I am.
“Omega.”
A sound that isn’t quite a laugh, more of a possessive growl, comes from deep in his chest. He leans in; the movement making his shoulders look even more massive. “Why are you here, Omega?”
I swallow hard, my fingers digging into the fabric of my blanket. “I’m restless. I can’t get my head quiet. I want to stop thinking. I want someone else to tell me what to do.”
He tilts his head to the side, and if it weren’t for him being somewhere else, I’d feel like prey. “If you want to forget, Omega, I’ll help you forget. Strip.”
The command hits me right in the clit, and the ache from the lobby returns with a vengeance. I don’t hesitate. I pull the tank top over my head and kick off my joggers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I have the urge to cover my body, but resist. I asked for this.
Saturday steps closer to his camera, his frame filling the entire height of the screen.
“On your knees. Back to me.”
I turn around on the bed and settle onto my knees. My body burns. I look over my shoulder at the screen. Saturday watches, his hands resting on his hips.
“Spread those cheeks and lean forward. Let me see what you’re hiding.”
I’m jittery with nerves, but excitement rolls through me. I reach down and pull my ass cheeks apart while leaning forward.
Fuck, I’m already wet.
Glancing over my shoulder, I make sure that he can see me.
“Reach back with two fingers. Find your entrance and let me hear how wet you are for a knot.”
His voice is like a physical weight against my spine. I tremble under the command, my heart racing as I hover my hand just behind my entrance.
“Sink them deep, Omega. Show me how much you can take.”
I slide my fingers into my opening; the slickness making a wet, needy sound in the quiet room.
It’s not enough. It will never be enough compared to the raw need humming in my blood.
I don’t want to think about the morning, or the clinic, or the people I can’t recognize.
I just want to be consumed by the demand in his voice.
As Saturday lets out another possessive growl, the memories finally begin to fade.
Saturday leans closer to his camera, the movement of his broad shoulders dominating the grainy feed. “Keep going, Omega. Don’t you dare stop.”
I hold onto the headboard with one hand to brace myself while my fingers work. My breath comes out in ragged gasps. My internal focus narrows until the only things that exist are the friction and the dark gaze of the man in the mask.
“Shut your eyes. Sink into the dark with me.” Silence hangs for a moment, and my fingers slow for a moment. “I’m reaching for you, Omega. I’m grabbing your shoulders and flipping you over. I want you on your back. I want to see your face while I take what’s mine.”
I roll over, my heart hammering against my ribs and my thighs spread wide as I imagine him looming over me. The phantom weight of a body feels real, pinning me to the bed.
“Tell me what you see, Omega.”
A broken sound hitches in my throat. My hips buck, the velvet slick beneath me as I force my eyes to stay on his. “I see an Alpha who’s going to ruin me. I see you taking up every inch of my pussy.”
A growl comes through the speakers. “Then stretch for me, Omega. Open up and show me exactly how much of that pussy you can give. Give me a third finger. Sink all three into that heat, and rub your clit. I want to see you work to take every inch.”
I push a third finger inside, the stretch making my eyes roll back, and find my clit with my other hand. The combination is overwhelming. My body feels like it’s vibrating at a frequency I can’t control.
“Faster. Harder. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
His words wash over me as sweat breaks out on my brow and my hips. My hand moving in a frantic, demanding rhythm. The silence of the penthouse is gone, replaced by the sound of my ragged breathing and the low, constant rumble of Saturday’s approval.
“Now, Omega. Everything you have.”
The command feels like it vibrates through the mattress. My heels dig into the bedding, my legs shaking as I bury three fingers deep. The world shrinks to the frantic rhythm of my hand and the light blue eyes watching me from the screen. My back arches, my spine a taut wire as I hunt for the peak.
A sharp, jagged heat snaps at the base of my neck. I let out a wrecked sound, my muscles locking so hard my fingers slip from my own slickness. The bed creaks under the weight of my trembling as the release hitches my breath and leaves me gasping.
I collapse into the pillows, my lungs burning, but my eyes stay wide and locked on the screen. The blue light of the laptop flickers against my flushed skin. I expect the Alpha to cut the feed, to disappear back into the anonymity of the portal.
Instead, Saturday has moved closer to the lens.
He stands in the center of the frame, his massive chest heaving, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a ragged tempo.
I hear the rhythmic, heavy friction of skin on skin; a wet, slapping sound that makes the air in my room feel thick again.
His arm moves in a steady, aggressive blur.
He’s stroking himself, his eyes dark and hungry as they track the rise and fall of my chest.
A new heat, slow and heavy, curls in my belly. I don’t look away. I shift on the sheets, my skin still sensitive, and prop myself up on my elbows. My mind feels sharp, the previous panic replaced by a cold, clear focus.
“Keep doing that.”
Saturday’s hand stills for a heartbeat, his bicep bulging as he maintains his grip. A deep, possessive growl vibrates through the laptop speakers, but he doesn’t stop. He starts again, the movement of his arm becoming even more pronounced.
“Step closer. I want to see the knot.”
I sit up, the weighted blanket pooling around my hips. I reach out, my fingers searching the rumpled bedding until they close over the smooth silicone of the rose toy. I bring it into the glow of the screen, my eyes never leaving the dark slits of his skull mask.
Saturday obeys. He steps right into the light, his massive frame dominating the screen. He’s freed himself from his black boxers. His cock is flushed pink as it strains, the knot at the base already swollen into a rounded bulb. It’s a thick, intimidating sight, and I want to see him break.
“Watch me, Alpha.”
I thumb the rose to the highest setting. The high-pitched whine of the motor fills the room as I press the vibrating petals against my clit. His jaw tightens as the hand fisted around his length slows.
I grab his gaze. “Squeeze it. Harder. I want to see you fight for it.”
A sound that is pure animal leaves his throat. He wraps a large hand around the base of his cock, his knuckles turning white as he crushes the thickening knot. The cords of muscle in his neck stand out. He’s mirroring my intensity now, his hips jerking forward as I grind the toy against my clit.
“Again. Don’t you dare let go.”
Saturday’s breathing is a series of harsh, guttural gasps. He shifts his grip, his thumb digging into the head of his cock while his fingers maintain the crushing pressure on the knot.
“Take it, Saturday. Come for me.”
He lets out a roaring groan that peaks the audio. His body jolts, his head snapping back as he spends himself. I watch through the lens as he comes in heavy ropes that coat his hand and his thigh. His shoulders slump, his chest heaving as the tension breaks.
I thumb the rose off. The sudden silence in the penthouse rings in my ears. I’m spent, the noise in my head has stopped. The ghosts are gone. For now.
Saturday remains on screen, his hand resting on his hip as his chest continues to rise and fall. “Is your mind quiet now, Omega?”
I let out a slow, steady breath. The static that usually lives behind my eyes has vanished. “It’s quiet. I can actually think.”
He gives me a satisfied nod. “Go do what you need to do for the day.”
The feed cuts to black.
I kick the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the floor with a newfound energy.
The heavy, dragging exhaustion from the morning check-up is gone, replaced by a clean hum of productivity.
Grabbing my laptop, I head to the kitchen and get my coffee; it’s cold, but I drink it anyway.
Taking a seat at the gold and black island chair, I pull my laptop closer and my fingers fly across the keys as I plan out a full month of video concepts, Nesting series, tours, and interviews with staff at The Nest, safety tech reviews.
The ideas pour out of me. The Radiant Life persona feels less like a burden and more like a project I’m excited to tackle.
The bigger my channel becomes, the closer I get to making my dream of running a good orphanage.
I can’t do it without a lot of money and community backing.
This is the fix I’ve been looking for. I lean back and look around at the modern, silent expanse of my penthouse.
The RAA could change the world for Omegas.
I get the raw, grounding pull of an Alpha without the danger of being in the room with one.
I get the reset my biology demands without the panic of a physical presence or the frustration of a face I won’t recognize the next day.
For the first time, I’m the one in total control.