“If my princess needs a lesson,” he decides, “I’ll be the one to teach it.” Dair’s mouth drops open as the prince works Ivy free from his half-full knot. She squeaks as he lifts her onto her knees and abruptly moves to put his face under her leaking pussy, guiding her hands to balance on his abdomen. I hand the breakfast tray to Dair, who turns and sets it outside the nest, his dark eyes never leaving our mate’s thighs, spread over our pack alpha’s face. “This,” he murmurs darkly, “Is queening. Riding our faces until you get off. Any way you want.”
