Page 36 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

The giant ducked his head, but he peeked at Pinks, watching as he ate. When Pinks finished his bowl, Galent looked supremely satisfied.

“It wasn’t that great,” Pinks said.

Galent grinned. “Your heart skipped. That was a lie.”

Pinks huffed and pushed his bowl over. “I want seconds.”

Galent rushed to the stove and ladled more soup for Pinks. Pinks blew on the tomatoes, then let Zarrie have a small chunk. She kicked her little feet and smiled.

“You like that, huh?” Pinks dropped a kiss on her head and gave her another piece of tomato. Zarrie squished it in her hands.

“She’s adorable,” Galent said, awed. “I want a baby.”

“What about childcare?” Pinks asked, eyes narrowed. “Or do you just want a baby because they’re cute?”

“I will care for our baby,” Galent said solemnly. “I’ll wake up for feedings and diaper changes and everything.”

Pinks almost asked Galent to prove himself, except it would involve him touching Zarrie. And they still didn’t know how Galent’s curse would affect her.

“I’ll keep all our babies safe,” Galent said.

“All? More than two, now?” Pinks squawked.

Galent grinned. “Three?”

“Oh, gods.”

Pinks couldn’t look him in the eye as he finished his soup and toast. Zarrie began to grow sleepy; Pinks brought her to their bedroom and rocked her gently.

When she was asleep, he carefully set her in her crib, and turned to find Galent watching him from the doorway.

Galent’s smile was slow and toe-curling. “Want to continue that massage?”

Warmth swooped between Pinks’ legs.

The giant watched as Pinks drew closer, dark eyes raking over Pinks’ body. He didn’t budge from the doorway. Instead, Pinks had to squeeze through the tiny gap Galent left for him, their bodies pressing together in a rush of fabric and heat.

“Mmm.” A large hand caught Pinks’ hip, dragging him flush against Galent’s front. A thick, telling hardness pressed against his back. “I want to get my cum on you,” Galent whispered, barely audible even to Pinks’ wolf hearing. It sent a bolt of heat through his insides. “Cover you in it, push it into your pretty hole.”

Pinks shuddered.

“But first, I will massage you ‘til you’re soft and pliant, completely ready to take whatever I give you.” Hot fingers slipped under Pinks’ shirt, stroking his bare hip. Galent slid his hand up higher, covering Pinks’ abdomen. Then he moved it up to Pinks’ stomach, and up higher, lifting Pinks’ shirt as he went.

“Are you planning on stripping me here?” Pinks gasped.

Galent licked his lips—soft, wet sounds that reminded Pinks of his thick tongue, the way it had slid between his fingers. “Your heart just sped up,” Galent murmured, nudging Pinks closer to his bedroom. “Do you like my hands on you?” He covered Pinks’ chest and squeezed his nipple. “Or maybe...” He licked his lips wetly, and Pinks almost moaned. “You like my tongue.”

Pinks whimpered.

“Mmm. I can think of so many things to do with my tongue,” Galent growled, walking Pinks to the guestroom and closing thedoor. “Licking your throat, your nipples. Your pretty little cock, until you whine and beg for me. Or...”

“Or?” Pinks tried to breathe, but Galent found his nipple, lightly stroking it so his calluses caught against Pinks’ skin.

“I could lick your tight little hole, stretch it open with my tongue, stretch you inside too. Until you’re loose and gaping for me, ready for my cock.”

Pinks grew so wet, he could smell the way his slick soaked his underwear.

Galent positioned him in front of the bed. “Bend over.”

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