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Azriel grumbled as the pews finally emptied out. The patrons walked past, shooting him disapproving looks. Thankfully, smirking and flashing his alpha fangs was usually all it took to get them to hurry along out of the church faster. Once it was finally empty enough, he pulled his boots off the back of the bench in front of him and stood up to stretch.

At the front was Father Anthony smiling with the stragglers. There was a large window depicting a mountain surrounded by flowers lovingly carved in stained glass, and the early morning light shining through it bathed the priest in a multicolored glow. Taking a deep breath, Azriel could tell he was wearing his usual scent blocking patches, but there was something else…

His dear priest was wearing a new cologne, too.

The alpha in Azriel was captivated by bright red curls, eyes lingering as Father Anthony finished his conversation with an elderly couple. Holding both their hands in his, the smile he sent them was enough to crinkle the freckles by the priest's eyes.

“Oh, it was absolutely my pleasure. Mind how you go, and I’ll see you next week!” After sending them off with a wave, he turned his attention to Azriel. Somehow, his expression grew even brighter.

“Goodness! I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, my dearest. Please come, come! I’ve got everything ready in my little cottage!”

Anthony took the alpha’s hand and led him across the church to the front door. Azriel stood by Anthony as he locked up, sending a smirk at the shocked looks the elderly couple gave him. They had no idea who he was or why he was with their priest, but they made their own opinions based on his dark leather jacket and untamed curls.

The two of them walked down a short path surrounded by the flowers Father Anthony kept in his free time. It was beautiful, but Azriel felt a huge weight off his shoulders as soon as they entered the privacy of the cottage and the door was firmly shut behind them. Anthony was still smiling as he removed his cloak and shoes.

“Oh, my love, I’ve been waiting for you to return for days. You were supposed to call me when you knew your return time so I could pick you up.” The priest's voice was annoyed, but he was still clearly happy to see Azriel. The other man laughed gruffly as he removed his own jacket and shoes before walking into the living room to start a fire.

“I’m technically not supposed to be here yet.” Azriel explained, striking a match. He watched the end burn for a moment before throwing it onto the kindling. “I caught an early train and thought I would surprise you.”

Azriel stood and met Anthony in the kitchen. The priest was unhooking his clerical collar, revealing a simple leather choker underneath – discreet and easily missed by others when he wore his everyday clothes. Azriel came up behind him, a rumble of pleasure building in his chest at the sight of it.

“Can’t I surprise my omega sometimes?” He raised a hand and fingered the soft material.

“Oh, I can allow it this one time– especially since you finally made it to one of my sermons.” Anthony seemed particularly excited about that, and Azriel couldn’t help but pull him close, drawn in by his infectious cheer. The alpha nudged aside the collar so he could kiss and lick at their old bonding scar. Purring at the attention, the omega offered more of his neck.

They had been keeping their bond a secret from the church and everyone else for decades. As far as anyone knew, Azriel was Father Anthony’s brother in law who lived with him and only left to have his ruts. In truth, he only left when his job pulled them apart. The omega had joined the church shortly after he found out he couldn't have pups. However, the church expressly forbid their omegas to be bonded. So, they hid it. If asked about his scar, Father Anthony would say that it was from a bond made and dissolved long ago.

Azriel lifted his mate onto the counter, growling and nuzzling the inside of Anthony’s pale thighs.

“You’ve missed me. I can smell my clothes on you, but it wasn’t enough, was it?” He found his answer by pulling down his mate’s pants and finding his boxers wet with slick.

Anthony lifted himself up on his elbows and watched as Azriel licked his lips.

“You absolute demon.” The omega huffed, thighs shaking around Azriel's cheeks. “Can we make the next round slow and sensual, please? I need your knot now!”

Azriel only gave a husky chuckle in answer.

Instead of the head of his mate’s cock – which Anthony was braced for – he cried out as a wide tongue slowly licked from the bottom of his cunt to his cocklet and swirled over the top.

Azriel felt the full body shiver that ran through Anthony’s body and immediately gripped their legs before they could cause a fuss. Knowing his mate, Anthony was about to throw a very unholy strop. So, Azriel had better get busy distracting him. He set to work, licking and nibbling on the Omega's folds, letting his cries direct him.

Once he decided that Anthony had been tortured enough, Azriel leaned over the panting omega. Glazed over eyes met his and a weak attempt at a grumpy face answered Azriel’s smirk.

“What’s the face for, love? I can stop if you want.” The immediate change in Anthony’s expression had Azriel laughing as he lined his cock up and began entering his omega.

A shared groan filled the kitchen as Azriel filled Anthony and began to thrust in earnest. It had been over a month since he had last tasted his omega, and that was far too long in his opinion. Interlocking their fingers together and pressing messy kisses to an open and moaning mouth, Azriel stuck a leg out against a cabinet behind him for additional support.

Using the new support, Azriel unlocked his hands and pulled Anthony’s hips closer, pushing his cock inside his warm body as deeply as he could. His omega’s resulting cries were music to the alpha’s ears, and exactly what he needed for his knot to build. It was getting more difficult as they got older, but he could still satisfy his love.

“Alpha! Bite?” The frantic plea broke Azriel's heart. He hated denying his omega anything, especially when they were so needy like this, but an Anthony with a clearer mind made Azriel promise they wouldn't renew his bite while he was still working for the Church.

Instead, he switched to shorter thrusts and rolling hips, grinding his cock deep inside his mate and focusing on keeping him full of his growing knot. He moved his head to Anthony’s neck, licking and worrying the area, tricking the glands enough to satisfy his instincts.

Azriel could feel his omega tremble around his cock as he pressed deep, locking within him. The sensation took his breath away, and was enough to stimulate his knot into releasing. He let out a low growl, closing his eyes and breathing slowly through the first few moments of cumming.

Anthony howled, urging him on by wrapping his legs around Azriel's hips and pushing him impossibly deeper. Azriel used this position to his advantage, encouraging Anthony’s legs tighter so he could lift him up by the globes of his arse, his knot still buried inside. His omega gave a pleased whimper at the feat of strength as his alpha carried him back to their nest.

“I hope you don't have any pressing plans, sweetheart.” Azriel purred. “Because I don’t plan on letting you off this knot for the foreseeable future.”