Page 37 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks braced himself against the mattress, so hard that he couldn’t think.

“Spread your legs.”

Heat rushed into Pinks’ cock. “H-how is this a massage?”

“I think the better question would be, ‘Wheream I going to massage you?’”

Galent stroked Pinks more quickly this time—over his arms and shoulders, down his back. Then he slipped his hands under Pinks’ shirt and swept them up his chest, going straight for his nipples.

“Quiet,” Galent murmured. He began rolling Pinks’ nipples between his fingers, tugging lightly on them, flicking them, until his milk flowed freely and slick trickled down his thighs, his underwear completely soaked.

“Panting already,” Galent purred, squeezing Pinks’ nipples so his hips jerked. “So sensitive for me.”

“W-what are you going to massage?” Pinks couldn’t help his whine.

“You.” Galent grinned and caught Pinks under his arms, moving him to the center of the bed so Pinks was on his hands and knees. Galent prowled after him, covering Pinks’ body with his own, grasping Pinks’ thighs and pulling them apart. Then he planted his knees between Pinks’ to keep his legs open. “I want you completely bare,” Galent whispered, giving Pinks’ nipples a final squeeze before sliding his hand further up Pinks’ chest, stroking his collarbones.

Pinks thought he might stop there. Except the giant caressed Pinks’ throat, the most vulnerable part of a wolf.

“You have my scent all over you. Everyone will know which parts of you I’ve marked. Especially here.” He stroked his thumb over Pinks’ pulse point. “And here.” He trailed his fingers down to Pinks’ nipples. “And here.” Galent slid his fingers south, down Pinks’ abdomen, cupping Pinks’ cock through his pants. “Mine.”

Pinks wheezed, needing to come so badly that he rutted against Galent’s hand.

“That’s it,” Galent purred, squeezing Pinks. His touch was muffled through the fabric of Pinks’ pants. Even then, it felt so good that Pinks’ thoughts blanked out, and he couldn’t breathe. “I want you to come for me.”

He released Pinks and pushed his hand down the front of Pinks’ pants, straight into his underwear. Pinks made a choked sound. Galent brushed his fingers through Pinks’ pubic hair, nudging the base of his cock.

“Oh? What do we have here?” Galent sounded pleased. He ran his fingers up Pinks’ length, one by one, until Pinks clawed atthe sheets and bucked his hips, needing more. “Such a hard little cock. So pretty and sensitive.”

He flattened his fingers against Pinks’ underside, stroking him with the lightest, most frustrating pressure. All Pinks needed was a good squeeze, or something in his ass. Maybe some sharp teeth sinking into his shoulder. “Please,” he croaked, shoving his hips higher, offering himself. “I need—”

“You,” Galent began.

And he stopped.

He went so still that Pinks could’ve cried. When Pinks looked over his shoulder, he found Galent stone-gray, and rock-hard in the worst kind of way.

9

PINKS GOES INTO HEAT

“No!”Pinks wanted to rip apart the bedding. “It was just getting good! Damn it!”

He ground his aching cock against Galent’s stony fingers, but they felt hard and uncomfortable. What he wanted wasn’t just fingers, anyway.

With a snarl, Pinks squirmed onto his back and scowled at the motionless statue poised above him. Galent’s eyelids were hooded, his lips parted. He’d taken off his shirt at some point, and his bare chest was sculpted, beautiful, his nipples flat discs begging to be touched.

“Those can’t be your secret buttons,” Pinks growled. “It’s too obvious.”

He could either wait for Galent to turn back into flesh and blood, or... he could look for a spot that might speed up the process. The sooner Galent was back, the sooner Pinks could have a cock inside him.

He began by grasping Galent’s face with both hands. More hands meant more surface area, which could only be a goodthing. Pinks squeezed Galent’s eyebrows, his cheeks, lips and nose. He slipped his fingertips into Galent’s mouth and touched his tongue, but nothing happened. He poked his fingers into Galent’s ears, then touched his hair, and down his throat.

Galent’s shoulders were so, so broad beneath Pinks’ hands. Pinks patted and squeezed the giant’s pecs. Then he touched Galent’s nipples at the same time, and did a sultry wriggle just for the hell of it. Galent didn’t come back to life.

“Damn it!” Pinks scowled.

He tickled Galent’s armpits and patted his abs. He squeezed Galent’s girthy biceps, too, and touched his forearms.

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