Page 34 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks eyed him warily. “Special in what way?”

“I’m not dipping my cock in it.” The giant grinned. “Why don’t you sit down and watch?”

Pinks held Zarrie in his lap, grabbing a length of raw green onion to let her play with it. Zarrie stuffed the leafy green into her mouth and chewed, before making a face.

Galent snorted fondly. “So, white feathers.”

Damn it.Pinks bit his lip. He didn’t really want to have this conversation. But Galenthadput Pinks and Zarrie’s safety overhis own. He’d carried them all the way home, and he’d spent a lot of money on the groceries for them.

“I’ll let you guess,” Pinks said.

“Whitefluffyfeathers,” Galent mused. “Nothing like my wings. But I can teach her to fly, if I ever get rid of this curse.”

Pinks froze. That was a worry of his. He had a fear of heights, and ever since she’d been born, he’d worried that he wouldn’t be good enough as a dad because he couldn’t follow her into the sky. But if Galent was willing to accompany her off the ground... “Are you trying to steal my baby?”

Galent raised an eyebrow. “Would it be stealing if I put a baby inside you and stick around?”

Pinks choked on his spit. “Are you actually serious about that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Which dragon doesn’t want his very own brood of dragonets?” Galent shrugged and grinned. “You’re a good dad.”

Pinks’ throat tightened. No one had told him that before. His friends were all too busy with their own babies, and they didn’t praise each other for being a decent human being. Coming from Galent... It wasdifferent.“You really think so?”

Galent paused in the middle of dicing tomatoes, eyeing him. “You’re always ready to defend your baby with everything you have. You feed her well and care for her. Whywouldn’tI want you to raise my children?”

“This is like putting the cart in front of the horse,” Pinks said incredulously. “What happened to romance and courtship?Beforeyou talk about babies?”

“You already have a baby.” Galent nodded at Zarrie, who was straining to reach him with her outstretched arms. He smiled and set a large wedge of tomato on the table next to her. “Here. For you to gnaw on.” When Zarrie didn’t even glance at the tomato, Galent frowned, picking it up and waving it at her. She tried to grab his other hand instead. Galent sighed and ate the tomato. “What happened to your previous courtship? Where Zarrie came from.”

Pinks flushed. “She came from a one night stand.”

Galent waved his hands—and knife—to prove his point. “No courtship there, either.”

“But I didn’t go into a one night stand expecting a baby! Asking me to commit is different from a few minutes of sex!”

“A few minutes?” Galent made a face. “Really?”

Pinks glowered. “It’s not like people go up to each other before a hookup and say, ‘Hey, I want you to fuck me for about twenty minutes and I want to come at least three times.’”

“Of course you can do that,” Galent said like it was obvious. “In fact, you just did.”

Pinks spluttered. “I didn’t—That wasn’t—What the hell!”

Galent smirked and gestured at his hips. “I would like to stretch your mouth open and fill you all the way to the back of your throat. And also stretch your hole with my tongue, until you’re writhing and sobbing under me.”

Pinks’ thoughts hazed over for a moment, desire surging through his body like a flash flood. He shook his head to dispel it, scowling. “I onlyjustmade it go down!”

Galent’s gaze dropped to Pinks’ hips, and he smirked. “Well, now you know, and I know, what we both want out of a one night stand. That’s going to lead to a better time for everyone.”

The thing was, he was right. Pinks scowled. The giant went back to dicing his tomatoes because he knew he’d won.

It was annoyingly attractive.

“Anyway.” Galent put all his diced tomatoes into a pot and added generous handfuls of fresh herbs. “If I put a baby inside you and you don’t want it, I’ll take the baby. You don’t have to stick around.”

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