"Asa."
The name is a low rumble in my ear, a sound that bypasses my brain and goes straight to my nerves. It’s Jorak. His voice is rough, sounding as though he's been shouting or screaming, or perhaps just breathing in the same heavy, humid air that is currently suffocating me. I slide down the wall of the shower until I’m sitting on the floor, the water pounding against my shoulders.
"Jorak," I rasp. I sound pathetic. "Why are you calling?"
"I needed to hear you," he says. I can hear the background noise on his end, the clinical hum of servers, the distant, muffled shout of an orderly. He must be at the center or wherever he stays. "I could feel you. You're vibrating so hard I can't think. What did you do to yourself?"
That shouldn’t be possible. Except... a compatible Esper and Guide bond differently than an Alpha and an Omega. It’s fast, chaotic, and can be almost deadly if they’re separated too long.
Fuck.That explains the uneasiness I’m feeling.
"I didn't do anything," I snap, though there’s no heat in it, bringing myself back to reality. His rhythmic breathing has my nerves settling almost immediately, my body moving on autopilot. I grip my cock with my free hand, my fingers slick with soap and water. The contact sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity through my spine. "I'm just... I'm at home. I'm in the shower. I'm fine."
Asa, what the fuck are you doing?
"You're a liar," Jorak murmurs. I can hear the smirk in his voice, the arrogant, possessive edge that usually makes me want to slap him. Now, it just makes me whimper. "You're touching yourself. I can hear the way your breath is hitching. You'rethinking about the way I held you in your office. You're thinking about how it felt when I was inside you."
"Shut up," I choke out. I start to stroke myself, my movements frantic and uncoordinated. I’m angry at him, at the ESA, at the failing nodes under the city, but mostly I’m angry at how much I want him. Not just my body butme.I force my hand away from my cock and crawl out of the shower onto the rug as a gush of slick runs down my thighs. “How... how did you even get my number?”
He snorts. “I have connections.” He pauses then before his voice softens into something almost like a purr. “I needed this. To hear you, Asa. I... against everything I know about biology and Espers and Guides, the bond’s already started. It felt awful being pulled away from the campus. And then I felt when you got home.”
I scrunch up my face, hating that my body is responding without my say so. “So, what... I’m just your guide now?”
More slick moves down my thighs as I rock my hips forward, my Omega absolutely delighted with that idea. A low whine slips out before I can slap it back. This time Jorak doesn’t chuckle, he purrs in response, driving my need higher. “I didn’t know it was possible but I can’t stop it anymore than you can. But... I can... stay away or...”
Despair collides with need in my chest and I can’t tell if that’s the biology speaking or me. Maybe a little bit of both. "No! No. I just... I need you. Jorak, please. You need to come here. I can't... I can't settle. Everything is too loud."
I hear him catch his breath, a sharp intake of air that sounds like a snarl. For a second, he doesn't say anything, and the silence is worse than the teasing. I close my eyes, hot tears mixing with the cold air of the bathroom. I fall back to sit on my calves, wrapping my hand around my cock again, my chest heaving as I move my hand faster.
"I can't, Asa," he says. The playfulness is gone, replaced by a flat, dead tone that makes my heart drop into my stomach. "I'm tied up. They keep me on a short leash after classes and definitely after a surge. They've got me under suppression until the deployment window opens."
"I don't care about whatever sector," I sob, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. I’m a thirty-two-year-old professor of mathematics, and I’m crying just outside the shower because a man can't come over to fuck me. "I need you here. I'll do whatever you want. I'll sign the papers. Just come. Please."
"Don't say that," Jorak growls, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. "Don't you ever say you'll sign anything for them. You'remine, Asa. Not the ESA's. If I could tear this building down to get to you right now, I would."
"Then do it," I plead. I’m losing my mind. The slick is heavier now, dripping down my thighs as I fuck into my hand. "Come and take me. I'm so wet for you, Jorak. I'm shaking. I can't breathe without your scent in the room."
My vision tunnels, the Omega haze that only happens during my heat starting to take over. In any other moment, I would have hung up, pulled out one of my knotty dildos and fucked myself to sleep. But right now, my body wants Jorak.Iwant Jorak.
I hear him groan, a deep, primal sound that vibrates through the phone and into my very bones. I can picture him wherever he is, his muscles corded with tension, his dark eyes glowing with desire.
"Listen to me," he says, his voice turning low and commandingly soft. "If I can't be there to touch you, you're going to have to do it for me. Do you hear me, Asa? Close your eyes. Imagine my hands on you. Where are you, Asa?"
Another whine falls from my lips as precum coats my palm.
“Baby, talk to me.”
“The floor. I was taking a shower. I... ungh... I need your knot.” I drop the phone to the floor, leaning on my hands and knees as I start rocking back and forth. It’s never been this bad.Ever.Another fresh wave of tears spills down my cheeks. “I don’t know what’s wrong, Jorak. I need... Eni,please.”
My face warms at the shortened version of his designation, something that doesn’t match his stature and definitely shouldn’t be coming out of my mouth.
“Fuck your hand for me, baby. Let me hear you.” His purr starts up, spurring me on.
I do as he says, my eyelids fluttering shut. I move my thumb over the head of my cock, circling the sensitive skin until I let out a jagged cry. I’m coming apart, and he’s the only thing holding the pieces together through a digital signal.
"That's it," Jorak whispers. "Whine for me, Omega. Let me hear how much you want it. Imagine I'm behind you, my chest pressed against your back. Imagine I'm biting that spot on your neck where you smell like vanilla. I'd fuck you right there against the floor. I'd lift your legs and drive into you until you forgot your own name."
"Jorak, fuck," I gasp. I’m moving my hand in a blur now, my hips jerking off the floor. The imagery is too vivid, too real. I can almost feel the weight of him, the sheer, crushing mass of him pressing me into the grout. I want to feel him knot me. I want to feel that thick, stretching fullness that made the rest of the world vanish.
