Page 49 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

“I’ll work on that.” Before he left for the kitchen, Galent reached over, touching Pinks’ belly lightly with his fingertips.

Pinks flushed.

Would he blush just as readily when he was pregnant with Galent’s dragonet? How long until they knew for sure, whether he conceived?

Galent tried to push those questions to the back of his mind, but they buzzed like hornets all night.

12

THE DUBIOUS HONOR OF BEING COURTED

Sometime after Pinkshad put Zarrie and himself to bed, footsteps stopped outside his door.

He listened to Galent’s slow breathing, the steady drum of his heart. “Quit lurking. I know you’re there,” Pinks muttered.

Galent huffed. Then the doorknob squeaked. “I brought you my blanket.”

Pinks had stuffed his cum-soaked blanket into the washer earlier, but it had still been going when he’d gone to bed. He’d wrapped himself up in some of the larger shirts he’d found in the dresser, making a face every time his toes stuck out too far into the cool air. “Or I could just... shift.”

In the moonlight shining through the window, Galent raised an eyebrow. “But you haven’t.”

“I will now!” Pinks kicked off his makeshift blanket and sleep clothes. Then he reached for the wildness in his heart, the part of him that wanted to howl at the moon.

The change swept through his body, pulling in his limbs and pushing out fur. His bones creaked and compressed, and everything grew sharper.

When he opened his eyes, he saw every detail on Galent’s face—his eyelashes, the patterns in his irises, the stubble along his jaw.

And hisscent.

Galent smelled even more amazing when Pinks was in his wolf form. His scent was a remarkable blend of oakmoss, smoke, and mineral stone, and Pinks ached to push his snout against the man’s skin, and fill his lungs with that scent.

“Pinks,” the giant murmured. He looked even taller as he approached.

Galent dropped the blanket at the foot of the bed. Then he caught Pinks’ snout between his large hands and petted his face, strong, firm touches that made Pinks shudder with pleasure. Galent rubbed Pinks’ neck and chest, scratching him lightly; he kneaded Pinks’ shoulders and down his back.

It felt like heaven.

“Sothisis your weakness,” Galent said with a laugh.

Pinks huffed and burrowed into his arms. The giant moved him closer to the wall. Then he lay on his side next to Pinks, running one hand up and down Pinks’ body. It wasn’t enough. Pinks shoved Galent onto his back and climbed onto his chest, so both of Galent’s hands would be free to pet him. Galent complied, scratching his fingers lightly through Pinks’ fur. Pinks tucked his nose against the side of Galent’s neck.

“Are you warm enough like that? Do you need the blanket?”

Pinks shook his head. He huffed against Galent’s throat, licking his pulse. It thumped strongly against his tongue.

Galent was a good mate.

It surprised him to realize that. But he didn’t hang onto that thought for long. Galent’s hands stroked up and down his back, and the easy movements lulled Pinks into a sense of security. He fell asleep.

He woke to a cooling mattress, and soft shuffling sounds.

Pinks pricked his ears, immediately alert. An intruder was in his bedroom.

But Zarrie was still in her crib, sleeping soundly. His heart thumping, Pinks swiveled his ears to find the intruder’s location, then carefully lifted his snout off his paws to see what he was dealing with.

His closet doors were open. Galent stood in front of the closet, squinting as he swept his phone’s flashlight down the pages of a book.

Pinks didn’t even have to read the title to know what book it was.

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