Page 33 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Suddenly, this wasn’t just about nursing, or watching. Suddenly this was about the hunger in Galent’s eyes, like banked coals ready to flare into raging heat.

“I wonder,” Galent murmured, closing the distance between them, hooking one thick finger into Pinks’ pants, next to the spot where Pinks’ milk had soaked into the waistband. “You’re leaking.”

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Pinks stopped breathing,his attention fixed on Galent’s warm finger against his skin.

Galent didn’t pull open his pants. Instead, he slid his finger out, and pushed it back in.

“What’re you doing?” Pinks choked.

Galent’s smile was all sharp teeth. “Putting my finger in... to your clothes, of course.”

He pulled his finger out, and tucked it back into Pinks’ pants. Pulled it back out, and put it in again.

“I’m not touching anythingbad,am I?” Galent purred.

He wasn’t. That was the thing—Galent was just touching Pinks’hip,of all places.

“Tell me to stop,” Galent murmured.

Pinks couldn’t. His brain had frozen, entranced by Galent’s bold touch, the way it feltgood.

Galent slipped his finger out. And he pressed the back of it against Pinks’ abdomen, gathering the milk going to waste. Right before he reached Pinks’ nipple, Galent pulled his hand away, bringing it to his mouth. His thick, inhuman tongue wrapped around his finger and dragged off every last drop. “Mmm. Sweet.”

“You can’t be serious,” Pinks spluttered, trying to figure out when finger-licking had become this erotic. With Zarrie, it was just milk. But with Galent... It felt different. Like Galent was tasting an intimate part of Pinks.

“I would like to drink it from the source.”

“It’s for Zarrie!” Pinks covered his exposed nipple with his hand.

“I wouldn’t drinkallof it,” Galent said lazily. “Besides, you’re feeding her solid food. There’ll be some extra for me.”

Pinks flushed, unwilling to admit that he was right.

Galent sat down next to Pinks. “I’ve put away the food we bought.”

“Did you come here just to tell me that?”

“Of course not.” Galent licked his lips. “Seeing you provide for Zarrie makes me want to put a baby inside you.”

Pinks’ brain broke. He gaped at Galent like a goldfish, except the giant smiled. “Holy hell.”

Gently, Galent wrapped his fingers around Pinks’ wrist, pulling his milk-covered hand away from his leaking nipple. The giant leaned in and gave him a great sniff. Then he brought Pinks’ hand to his mouth and began to lick it clean. His thick, tapered tongue thrust between Pinks’ fingers, wrapping around each oneand tasting it from base to tip. Then he licked Pinks’ palm and mouthed his way down to his wrist, his breath hot against Pinks’ pulse point. Every caress broke Pinks’ mind a little more, until he was a mess of arousal and he couldn’t think.

Galent smiled. And he released Pinks’ hand, walking out of the bedroom.

Just like that.

“Fuck you,” Pinks muttered, achingly hard and unable to do anything about it.

“I believe it’s the other way around,” Galent replied smugly from elsewhere in the safehouse.

By the time Zarrie was done nursing, familiar sounds came from the kitchen. Pinks put on his shirt and wandered out of his bedroom with Zarrie, only to find Galent chopping some tomatoes with gloved hands. He was wearing a Kiss The Cook apron.

“I’m making you my special tomato soup,” Galent said.

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