1 Night in Paris (Pari sale)

Valkyrie booted the next girl forward with a lazy flick of her wrist. ”Stand on the spot, woman, and be quick about it,” she said tersely before stepping away from Pari and leaving Inga to put her in the correct place. The marauder had no patience for meek wolves. They made for easy captives but their subservient nature irked her for some reason. She wanted someone with a little fire; a little life so there was a little parry and riposte to their relationship. But to each their own. Some liked them broken in.

She yawned then swept a hawkish gaze across her surroundings. ”The next auction is about to begin!” Without another word she sank to her haunches in the shade of the great willow that marked the edge of her stall.

”Talk”