Will's POV

I should have turned around. I should have ran.

But I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.

My feet walked me forward when Father Michael said, “Both of you. On your knees.”

We dropped at the same time. The ground made my knees hurt but the pain only made the heat in my body burn hotter.

Father Michael paced in front of us, the want and desire clear on his face. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Two priests on their knees in the middle of the night. Hard and leaking for me. Begging without even saying the words.”

Baron whimpered beside me. I felt the heat...