Ezryn grabs Dayton by his shirt, lifting him up so they’re nose to helm. “I don’t care if she calls you Goblin,” Ezryn says. “If our woman requests pleasure, you give it to her.” Dayton clasps his hands tight over Ezryn’s bracers. He smirks, wavy strands of blond hair falling across his brow. “If you say so, Daddy.”
