Page 58 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

All Pinks could smell was the rich musk of Galent’s cock. Hell, he could almost taste it. The moment Galent rolled his knot against Pinks’ prostate, Pinks came with a scream, scrabbling to hold onto something. But Galent didn’t stop. His thrusts grew merciless as he continued to ravage Pinks’ ass.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well. You’re so good for me,” Galent whispered in his ear.

Pinks tried his hardest to keep quiet. It shattered immediately when Galent thrust into him again, and again, milking his prostate until he became a boneless mess.

At some point, he blacked out.

He woke up to soft lips on his shoulder, human hands covering his own. There was a large man spooning him, and a knot in his ass.

“Mine,” Galent murmured. “While you were sleeping, I covered you in my scent.”

Pinks’ heart skipped a beat. He tried to sniff himself discreetly, but it was difficult to tell what his skin smelled like with Galent so close. The thought of being owned so thoroughly though... A secret thrill ran up his spine.

To hide his reaction, Pinks listened for Zarrie and Limesicart. Zarrie was giggling, smacking something, and Limesicart was squeaking its wheels.

The memory of Zarrie’s stone-cold body shriveled his warm feelings. “I forgot to ask,” Pinks blurted. “Did Zarrie—When she grabbed you. Did she remove your curse?”

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THE WORST KIND OF EMBARRASSMENT

Galent’s chestrose and fell against Pinks’ back. “Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?”

Pinks groaned. “The bad news! Who ever picks the good news first?”

Galent huffed. “You’d be surprised.”

“Well?! Tell me!”

“You care?” Galent’s voice dropped to a teasing lilt. “Is Pinks concerned about lil old me?”

Pinks growled. “No.”

Galent’s breathing hitched. “That was a lie. I heard the skip in your heartbeat. You care about me.”

Pinks twisted at his waist, his teeth sharp. “Galent—Galent Fangy Dragon! I don’t know your full name, damn it! Tell me!”

“I like Galent Fangy Dragon. My parents named me Galent Ironheart.” Galent breathed out. “The bad news is that I’m still cursed.”

“Gods fucking damn it.” Pinks gritted his teeth. “What’s the good news?”

“It feels like half of it is gone.” Galent rubbed his chest. “I don’t want to put any pressure on Zarrie to remove the rest, though. I don’t want to risk her.”

“Thank you.” Pinks blew out his disappointment. After the scare Zarrie had given them, it seemed unfair that Galent was still cursed. “What are we going to do?”

“Well, nothing for now. I want to get us home so we’ll have better protection and more food. And maybe an actual nursery.”

“You have a nursery?”

“Not yet.” Galent blushed. “But I will soon!”

“Does your home have the same wards that Wren set up around here?”

Galent nodded. “Similar. I have several more rooms, and space for you to run, if you wanted. And it has my h—my gifts for you.”

Pinks raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. “Like flowers or...?”

The giant scratched his jaw. “Various things. A few pieces here and there.”

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