1. Hazel

HAZEL

Eight years later.

I stared at my reflection, adjusting my long pastel pink wig before giving it a tug to make sure it was secure.

Ryder seemed like the type to indulge in a little hair-pulling. And I wasn't about to come across as unprofessional on my very first collaboration.

It was the little things.

Well, not in his case. There wasn't very much about him that was little.

My phone lit up with Ryder's text, summoned to me by the patron god of horniness.

Ryder

I'm downstairs

I wandered over to the phone affixed to the wall and punched the button to dial reception. It was picked up in half a ring.

"Why is there a depraved looking alpha asking to be let up to your floor?" Aleks hissed.

I could picture him perfectly. Tucking himself into the corner of his concierge desk for some pretend semblance of privacy while he shot lightning bolts through his eyes at Ryder.

"Because I invited him."

His voice dropped to a low warning whisper. "Hazel."

"Aleks."

I could hear his little brain computing how to deal with this. "I'm going to scan his driver's licence and say that's regular protocol."

"Ok, you do that." It made absolutely no difference to me. "And then send him up."

Aleks grumbled something about alpha male murder statistics before hanging up.

After about ten minutes, a heavy knock sounded on my door. Who knew scanning a driver's licence would take so long?

I had never seen Ryder from the neck up but his face was just as good looking as the rest of him. And I'd sure seen a lot of the rest of him. An eagle in human form, dark hair slicked back, strong brow and piercing hazel green eyes. Despite all his sharp angles, the flirtatious energy he exuded was blinding. I could picture him walking down the street and sending groups of teenage girls into fits of whispered giggles.

It was probably why he was very popular as Ryder Hard on OnlyA's, making thousands of his subscribers cream over his jerk-off videos. He spent most of them describing at length how hard we made him, begging us to let him fuck us in a voice so deep and sex-laced it should've been illegal.

And if that wasn't enough, the amount of cum his balls could produce needed to be studied.

For science.

By me.

"Huh," I said, tilting my head to one side, taking in his tanned olive skin. Don't ask him where he's from, you don't need extraneous personal info to fuck him on camera. "I thought you were blonde for some reason."

He smirked. "Does the carpet match the drapes, Pink?"

I opened the door wide so he could step inside. "You know I have no carpet," I sniffed.

Ryder laughed and kissed my cheek in greeting. A quick, inadvertent scent mark. The heat of a bonfire curled invitingly around me, warmth spreading down my exposed neck and chest. A secret flask and a covert, burning sip.

I shook my head, clearing his scent from my brain. Of course he had to be potent as well as hot. Ryder was staring at me, his eyes unfocused and distant.

"Is that your gear?" I nodded at the bag in his hands.

Ryder blinked. "Uh, yeah. It is. Where do you want me to set up?"

I had two nests. I led Ryder to the one kitted out with the very best Haven + Nest had to offer. The thread count was high, the cotton sustainably sourced and the down-to-feather ratio off the charts. It had to be, what with the 4K camera and 3-point lighting setup catching every detail.

Ryder whistled in appreciation. "Damn, and you have a viewing monitor as well."

I shrugged. "It's an investment." This was my career and my livelihood, of course I took it seriously. "Once we add your POV cam that should be enough."

His bag was open and he was pulling out a neatly coiled cable. "I'm going to add a mic too."

I blanched. That was extra editing work. Ryder saw my face and laughed. "Don't worry," he said, eyes twinkling. "I'll deal with the syncing and processing, you just make your pretty little noises into it for me, ok?"

"That would depend on whether you can get them out of me."

Ryder was in front of me in seconds. Mic abandoned. I stared up at him challengingly, our impertinent smiles a matched pair.

He laid my palm on his chest. The muscle beneath was warm. Unyielding. Ryder covered my hand with his and guided it down. I could feel every curve and dip through the fabric of his shirt.

Nice, but not something to lose your mind over.

I held his bold gaze unflinchingly.

My fingertips danced over abs. One, two, a million of them. Hard, V-shaped muscle. Ok, that was a bit more difficult. I swallowed a gulp. My hand was moving of its own accord now, without his guidance. I could see the outline of his cock, thick and hardening against his thigh. It was one thing to see it on a screen but being this close to it was something else entirely. Warmth pooled between my thighs imagining myself taking it out and seeing if he tasted as good as he—

Ryder's palm pressed down abruptly, stopping me. A small but embarrassingly needy whine escaped my throat from being denied.

"Fuck," I swore.

Ryder released me and stepped back, laughing good-naturedly despite the explicitness of what just transpired. He didn't gloat, even though he was very much entitled to it if he wanted, and just got to work setting up his mic.

I absently noted that his arms flexed very nicely the whole time. "Did you bring teeth caps?" I asked.

Ryder lifted the corner of his upper lip to show me he already had them on. Little clear plastic moulds fitted over the canines and several surrounding teeth. I wasn't in heat, so the likelihood of him wanting to bite me and me being filled with all the happy, content hormones required for the bond to form was low.

Still, better safe than sorry.

Once he was satisfied with the mic position, he straightened up and pulled a folded piece of paper out from his back pocket. "Here's my results. All negative," Ryder said, holding it out towards me. "I can show you the email on my phone as well so you can see that it's from pathology but I'd rather keep my real identity separate to…this." He made a vague sort of gesture at the room.

Fair enough. I fished my own test results out and presented it to him with the name portion folded down on top.

"Birth control is sorted on my end as well, obviously. I get the shot. Is the scene list I sent you ok?" I asked as he quickly scanned the page.

He nodded. "You open to improvising a bit as well?"

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged. "If the opportunity to divert presents itself in the scene and we're both into it, I'm fine with seeing where it takes us."

"We can use the traffic light system to check in."

"Works for me."

Ryder stepped closer, his hand resting familiarly on my hip. "That was very professional of us, wasn't it?" His voice was low and smoky as his thumb caressed the tiny slash of exposed skin along my waist.

"Very." It was annoying that that's all it took for me to sound downright asthmatic. "Could've sworn you've done this for years."

"I haven't. First time."

"Me too."

"You ready to pop my cherry, Sierra Echo?"

Sierra Echo XXX.I wasn't Hazel Wu in this room. This was Sierra's nest. She had a long (tax-deductible) pink wig and used the long strands to cover her eyes and face (not the lips of course, as they would sometimes be busy). Nothing made her happier than pleasuring herself for her legions of OmegaFans subscribers. Because goodness her pussy was always wet and she was just constantly horny and had so many slick-stained panties she needed taken off her hands.

Hey, I never said Sierra was realistic.

I couldn't remember how long Ryder had been subscribed to me before I subscribed back. But when I finally did, it was like opening a very filthy Pandora's Box. I told myself I was merely doing research by watching through his entire playlist. Then I ended up sending him a message while still high off my orgasm oxytocin.

You made me come very hard, thank you.

Before I could take it back or figure out how to delete it, he replied.

Ryder

You're welcome. I feel like I owe you a cut of my earnings from the amount of times I've had your videos playing while I jerked off.

I sell my slick panties if you want the full experience.

I added a kiss emoji out of habit. And a little raindrop emoji. 'Cause, you know.

Ryder

Oh no, sweetheart. The full experience would be me earning that slick.

I tossed my phone down with a snort. Then picked it up two seconds later once a snappy comeback had materialised.

Cute. Do you say that to all the girls?

Ryder

Only the one I've been dying to collab with.

I stared at the words and could not stop myself from imagining what that would look like. Riding that cock, taking his knot and feeling his cum drip out of me for hours after.

Ryder

Sorry, too far? Fully respect if you want to stick with solo work. Obviously working very well for you. But a collab could take us both to the next level.

The thing is, my subscribers did ask for it. A lot. Some were not polite about it. Telling me to ride a real cock and usually offering theirs. But my nicer, more respectful subscribers would ask if I would branch out into partner work.

I'll think about it.

Once the seed had been planted it started to feel like a foregone conclusion. We chatted more and found out that not only did we reside in the same state but he was less than 20 minutes away. The conversation was always around what a hypothetical collaboration between us might look like. Ryder would phrase things like "if we went ahead you could come film at my place" and I would retort that my equipment was way better than his. Planning and hammering out details while pretending that wasn't what we were doing.

Every new video Ryder posted brought me closer to saying yes. Finally, he released a twenty minute long instructional video describing how he wanted the viewer to rub their pussy to orgasm, all while stroking his leaking cock.

I gave it a one-handed viewing — twice — and messaged him immediately after.

I'm in.

Ryder

Fuck yes.

Ryder Hard and Sierra Echo. Two peas in a very suggestive pod.

And now he was in my apartment. Looking at me like all he needed was a single, wispy exhale from my lips to absolutely ravage me.

I let my head fall to one side and lift slightly, like I was about to kiss him. Ryder's breath skipped, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

"I'd love to pop your cherry, Ryder Hard," I said with as much huskiness as I could muster. "Right after I get changed."

Then I walked straight out the nest, stuck my tongue out at him before shutting the door in his face.

I slipped into the bathroom next door, undressed and freshened up. I inspected my nude body to make sure it was camera ready (errant nose hair: plucked, random leg bruise from my couch: concealed, pubes: still lasered off) and got dressed. On went a cheap pair of grey leggings over my bare pussy and a tight, cropped white T-shirt. My light brown nipples were completely visible through the thin fabric and I pulled the neckline down even more until my cleavage was appropriately displayed.

Ryder's head snapped up when I reentered the nest.

"Fuck. Is all of it…?"

"Careful with my wig." I chose that moment to adjust my breasts some more, lifting them high before letting them bounce back down. "But you can ruin everything else."

He swayed, taking an involuntary step forward. His fist curled as he stopped himself in time. I could see his hard length distending his sweatpants.

"Start rolling. Now."