Draco.
This was borderline crazy, Draco knew that much yet he was willing to do it. People do crazy s**t when they desperately want something.
Right now, in the dead of the night, he wanted something.
A taste of her, his breeder.
Since Draco wasn’t going to get it directly, he’d get it indirectly. Either way, he gets what he wants.
He loved that look of confusion on Isolde’s face as she watched the male by the door. Draco wasn’t about to explain, no.
He’d let her figure it out herself.
“Come forward, Micah,” He said to the male.
He was one of his Attendants. Jed and Micah were specially trained to give him momentary pleasure while Edrand was away.
Draco rarely needed them and whenever they came to attend to him, they only ever gave him a blow job. Nothing more than that.
