Page 50 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin.

He sneezed in distaste.

Galent snapped his gaze up immediately. “Did I wake you? Oh.”

He shoved both his phone and the book behind his back. “I’m being extremely innocent and not pawing through your closet.”

Pinks rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, I found a good one.” Galent sat down next to him, opening the book again. He flipped to a particular page and shone his flashlight on it. “I will follow you to the ends of the Earth. I will howl into you, with my heart and my butt. We’ll do butt dances with each other and wriggle until our balls jiggle and get sweaty. That is how I will celebrate your wriggly muffin for the rest of our lives.”

Pinks whined and covered his eyes with his paws.

“No? How about this one?” Galent flipped to another page. “I’ll give you my packs and my pecs. Even though I only have two pecs and six packs to contribute to our pack, you will get to squeeze them as long as you’re my mate.”

Pinks whined louder and shoved his paws over his ears.

Galent chuckled and wrapped his arm around Pinks, drawing him up against his side. “Right, no more terrible pickup lines. How do I woo you?”

Pinks shoved his nose under Galent’s knee, then into the crease of his thigh, searching for the spot where his scent was strongest.

Galent sucked in a slow breath. “Thereissomething I could show you.”

He began taking off his clothes. Pinks tilted his head to one side, watching as Galent stripped completely. The giant stood.

With a golden shimmer, he shifted. He grew larger, wider, two leathery shapes unfurling from his back.

Galent’s dragon form spanned the entire bedroom. There were two short, blunt horns at the top of his scaly sapphire head, several sharp teeth lining his jaws. He stood back on his hind legs and stretched his neck, a long tail curled around him.

He was beautiful.

Regal.

Pinks forgot to breathe. Would Galent really choose him, when he could have his pick of anyone? Dragons were rare. Wolves weren’t. Zarrie was a rare species, too, but Galent hadn’t fussed over her being an angel.

Pinks whined, curling into a ball. Then he grew mad at himself because it wasn’t as though he wanted Galent to like him!

Except he sort of did.

The mattress squeaked. He looked up, only to find the dragon climbing onto the bed, gathering Pinks against himself.

“Thought you might like this,” Galent rumbled, his voice much deeper and rumblier than before. He sounded amazing as a dragon, too.

Pinks watched in surprise as the dragon curved his entire body around him. Galent’s smoky breath rustled through his fur, and he laid his snout on top of Pinks’ shoulder.

“Time for sleep,” Galent said.

Pinks wanted to stay up longer to wrap his mind around this. But with the rhythmic rise and fall of Galent’s chest, he’d fallen asleep before he even knew it.

“I’ll be your cream, your fish, your manatee

I’ll be your soap, your Pope, be your Galent steeeed”

Pinks whinedand pulled the pillow over his head. “What is with that warbling? This is thefifthday you’re waking me up with it!”

There came a rumbling laugh. “You hate it, but Zarrie loves it. See?”

Pinks pricked his ears. To his surprise, Zarrie was giggling on the other side of the room. He lifted the pillow off his head to peek at Galent, who was playing Peek-a-boo with her—except when Galent flipped open his hands, his face was a dragon’s, and he snorted a plume of fire.

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