Mirelle
Mirelle“When you see the king, bow your head and address him as my lord,” Domm instructs, his voice firm. “Do you understand?”
my lord“Yes, my lord,” I simper, and roll my eyes. “Absolutely, my lord and master.”
Both males appear to stifle a smile, which surprises me. I don’t have any experience with masters, but I’m expecting to see a shock stick soon.
Domm puts a hand on my arm. “Mirelle, don’t make me discipline you so soon.”
Ah, there’s the threat I expected. “Discipline?”
“We know human females require discipline and s****l stimulation to bond to their mates.”
I stop walking. “Excuse me?” What in all that is holy and human are these warriors talking about? Discipline and s****l stimulation?
Discipline and s****l stimulation?Lanz turns, amusement flickering over his exp
