Page 81 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Galent didn’t havea flight anymore, but the bonding chamber was filled with dragons anyway.

Blade, Griff, Ace, and Raptor, along with their mates, parents, and siblings, had gathered to witness the bonding ceremony. They were all in the sacred chambers of his parents’ old lair, surrounding the concentric circles that Galent’s ancestors had carved into the rock. Between each circle were carvings of animals and trees, rivers and mountains.

Pinks was so pregnant that Galent wanted to carry him everywhere, but Pinks refused to be carried. He stood with Galent before the circles now, dressed in a simple cream-colored gown, his feet bare. He’d dyed his hair a vibrant pink for the occasion—even the hair between his legs—and he was so beautiful that Galent wanted to claim him all over again.

“Later,” Pinks said dryly.

“Later?” Galent frowned.

“I know that look on your face,” Pinks whispered. “We already mated three times this morning.”

“It’ll never be enough unless you have cum dripping down your legs,” Galent pointed out. “Which you don’t right now.”

Pinks flushed as bright as his hair. “There’s a bunch of people listening to us.”

“And?” Galent grinned.

“And we should be having a more appropriate conversation! Like... Like about love or something.”

“Or something,” Galent agreed.

Pinks rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he dragged Galent closer to the circles.

Someone cleared their throat loudly, followed by several loud squeaks. Handsome stood at the other end of the chamber with Zarrie and Limesicart, a pink book open in his hand.

“No,” Pinks groaned.

“Da da da,” Zarrie said excitedly from her blankets in Limesicart’s belly.

“There’s a whole section in here for weddings,” Handsome said, squinting through his fake monocle.

“No, no one needs to hear that!” Pinks said loudly.

“On your special creamy day.” Handsome’s voice filled the chamber. “May your loins be ungirdled and your love rods unbridled, and may the seed of your love bless the land with fertility.”

The dragons cheered. Pinks buried his face in his hands.

“That was pretty good,” Galent admitted.

Pinks elbowed him. But he followed willingly as Galent stepped onto the largest circle. Pinks took the next-largest circle, their bare feet pressed against the deep grooves in the smooth stone, worn down by several generations of dragons.

It was a binding ceremony in every way: After they’d walked the circles three times, Galent would lose a few years of his lifespan, and Pinks’ life expectancy would grow to match his.

“Ready?” Galent smiled.

“Yes.” Pinks straightened his shoulders. “I shouldn’t let go of your hand, and I need to keep at least one foot on my circle at all times.”

“Exactly.” Galent’s heart thumped. In a deeper voice, he said, “Once for luck.”

They walked slowly, because Pinks’ belly prevented him from seeing in front of himself. He had to seek out the groove of the circle with his toes, and Galent walked with him at his pace.

The moment they completed the first lap, a gentle breeze picked up in the chamber.

“Twice as a promise,” Galent murmured. He couldn’t help admiring the flush on Pinks’ cheeks, the determined way he took his steps. Pinks held his hand tightly, confidently, and Galent’s insides bloomed with love.

The moment they completed the second lap, the circles lit with a faint blue glow. A gust of wind whipped around them, briefly.

“Last one,” Pinks whispered.

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