Page 14 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks stared blearily at the wall, his mind buzzing through all the things he was worried about.

“Sleep,” he told himself.

But there was a stranger in his house. Galent was moving things around in the kitchen, and his heartbeat rang like a drum in Pinks’ ears—slow, steady thumps that were so different from Pinks and Zarrie’s faster pulses. He heard Galent’s breathing, too. Like his heartbeat, it was slow, almost calming.

The dishes clinked. Something dragged back and forth across the floorboards. Footsteps thudded. The fridge door opened and closed. Pinks listened to Galent eating and drinking things out ofhisfridge.

Just as he thought the giant had forgotten about him, footsteps drew closer to his room. They stopped outside his door, and Pinks’ heart quickened.

Galent knocked. “Still want your massage?”

4

A SHARED KINK

Pinks sucked in a slow breath. “Maybe.”

He shouldn’t be trusting a man he’d just met. But Galent stepped into the bedroom, his intense gaze locked onto Pinks. Silently, Galent studied Pinks, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, as though he was trying to see through every inch of Pinks’ clothes. As though Pinks was the last omega wolf left in the world.

Pinks gulped.

Galent licked his lips, reaching down to squeeze his bulge.

Pinks spluttered. “You said you’d give me a massage! Not—Not whatever that is!”

“I did.” Galent smirked. “I was just... adjusting myself.”

Pinks flushed and buried his face in his pillow. “Whatever.”

“Really?” The mattress indented next to him. “Do you want a massage just for your back? Just your shoulders?”

Pinks bit his lower lip. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to lose himself in something good for a while; he wanted to leave behind his worries about his life and Zarrie’s, and he wanted to stop feeling guilty because he wasn’t helping to look for his missing friends and their babies.

When he didn’t reply, Galent murmured, “Why don’t we go slow?”

Blunt fingertips landed on Pinks’ shoulder, skimming from the round of it all the way to his neck. Pinks froze. But Galent didn’t touch his neck. He swept his fingers away, then back again, more firmly, and began to grip Pinks to knead his muscles.

“You’re tense,” Galent whispered, finding the knots in Pinks’ muscles and working them until they loosened. “Feel how tight you are here?”

Pinks was tight elsewhere, too. He blushed into his pillow, warmth swooping between his legs.

If he didn’t say anything, Galent wouldn’t find out just how much this affected him.

Galent worked Pinks’ shoulders loose, before sweeping his hands up and down Pinks’ back, from his shoulder blades down to his hips, then back up again. Even though he was touching Pinks through his clothes, it all felt sinful. Pinks clutched his pillows, tracking Galent’s hands on his body, the way they slipped lower and lower until they were skimming the top of his ass.

Pinks couldn’t help the hitch of his breath.

On the next sweep, Galent’s hands slowed down. He deliberately cupped the top halves of Pinks’ cheeks, squeezing them.

Pinks scrunched his eyes shut, the back of his neck burning. He knew he should stop the man. But he was also wet, his cock half-hard.

“I’m going to loosen the rest of your muscles,” Galent murmured. “But we should probably move Zarrie out of the room.”

Zarrie!Pinks stiffened, ashamed that he’d forgotten about her. She was still sleeping, although she’d wake if Pinks got loud enough.

But moving her meant that he was acknowledging whatever this was between Galent and himself, and Pinks wasn’t ready for that.

“Or you could come with me to my bed,” Galent growled.

---