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“Should I wear my habit?”

“Your work clothes should suffice. Have you taken your pill?”

“Yes, Abbess.”

“And you know the instructions?”

“Yes, Abbess.”

“Then off with you. Be smart about it. The Father Confessor awaits.”

Despite already touching myself and experiencing the relief my actions brought, everything tightens up again, sending white-hot need coiling through my body. All I can do is hope and pray the pill takes quick effect. If not, I’m not sure if I can bear to face the Father Confessor alone.

Chapter Four

Father Draven

Ipace about my chambers, doing my best to get my mind where it needs to be, but I fail miserably. All I can think about is her spicy, honeyed scent as I strode past her during Mass this morning. It wasn’t a heat. I know that for certain.

Before putting on the cloth, I engaged in various lusts of the flesh and even assisted omegas with their heats. No. This is something else. Something far more primal. It’s her. All her.

It’s the smell of her skin freshly washed. It’s the scent of the body as it warms under the habit. It’s the intoxicating allure of her pussy as it creams for me while I walk by. Though it may seem presumptuous of me to assume it’s her reaction to me and me alone, she’s never had that scent when around the other Sisters.

I’ve seen her in her private moments with them. I’ve snuck up on her unaware while she sits at the tables, crocheting or some other such womanly occupation. When she has no knowledge of my presence, she’s a blank slate.

She smells like all the others—starch, clean linen, and sweet omega with a hint of luscious raspberry. However, at Mass today, the scent was even stronger than ever. It nearly stoppedme in my tracks, making me falter while the omegas looked on. I’m not sure how they didn’t smell it too.

Or maybe they’re just nose blind to each other. Either way, I should have cast the omega out the instant I smelled her lust, but I’m far too weak to do that. Just having this difference, just smelling her need for me, gives me a gratification I didn’t know I was missing.

Until her.

Everything has been fine until her.

What is a priest to do? I have to be here for her as much as the other Sisters. To single her out would be cruel. Especially since she was driven to us in the first place with her cloister shutting down. Where else will she go?

My head spins as I place my hand on the Holy Scriptures. For a moment, I half expect it to burn, to singe my skin. It doesn’t. Nothing happens.

Pity. I almost wish it would.

The door cracks open, drawing my attention to the small omega as she slips inside and lowers her head in reverence. Her scent is stronger now, flooding the room with its erotic perfume. Granted, with what she’s been accused of, that makes sense.

Omegas always smell so much more delicious after having been well-pleasured. My cock twitches as she moves toward me, her steps slow and unsteady. Misery pours off of her, almost overshadowing the scent of her arousal.

Almost, but not quite completely.

It’s still there. A small thread that’s easily plucked. Just like her.

Before joining the priesthood, I was not a nice man. Deep down, I thought religion would change me. Unfortunately, as this supplicant stands before me, I worry it’s me who’s naïve and not the other way around.

Putting on holy robes doesn’t make me a better person. I’m human, an Alpha, still wired with the same dark urges and the same dark needs. Lust crackles through my veins like lightning as I circle my prey, noting the hitch in her breath and the quiver of her delicate nostrils as she scents the air.

Can she smell it? Can she smell the carnal desire I wear wrapped around my body like a second skin, waiting to slither out and devour her? Goosebumps dot the small, exposed areas of her body, making me hunger, yearn, and desire to rip off this collar and make her my own.

But I can’t.

I have to resist.

For her sake and mine.

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