can we dig a little bit deeper into will’s religious guilt?
in like. a priest way.
alpha will who decided to become a priest because that meant he’s bigger than his instincts—they were always almost animalistic to him. he never wanted that. so he dedicated his life to god. and it’s been good, so good.
he moves to a small town because the smaller community, the closer to these people he can get—the closer to god he’ll be this way so maybe one day god will forgive him for all these sins he committed.
he doesn’t know there’s an omega waiting for him there. macklin with his sweet, cherry-vanilla scent and pretty smile, and big green eyes, and pink lips that are begging to be kissed.
and will never in his life wanted to sin more. he feels almost like the devil himself holds his hand and leads him straight into mack’s arms, putting him off leash the god held, letting will be as animalistic as he wants to be.
"do you love me more than him?" mack asks one night, when will kneels in front of him, fingers already hooked at the waistband of mack’s pretty lace panties with a small silky ribbon at the front. "do you love me more than you love your god?” he adds, lifting one of his legs when will drags his soaked panties down.
will looks up at him, open eyed, panting, greedy and needing. there’s a pearl rosary hanging on mack’s neck, resting peacefully on his soft skin. will wants to take it to his mouth, feel the saltiness of mack’s skin on the pearls.
then he wraps his arms around mack’s waist and leans in, resting his forehead on macklin’s pelvis. his wet pussy is right there, under his nose, the sweet slick tempting will to taste.
"you already kneel for me more than for him anyway," mack whispers, pleased, playing will’s hair.
will only nods before burying his face between mack’s legs, savouring the forbidden fruit.