like a chicken with it's head chopped off

Apparently Loren’s instructions were sufficient, seeing as Wessex didn’t ask any more questions. She did, however, have some thoughts of her own she wanted to share. ”Alright. If you don’t take enough the first time, you could always do it twice, since you’ll need to replace my magic anyway.” Yes, he knew exactly what he was talking about and how awkward it might make matters between the two of them and how useless he'd be afterwards. However, they didn’t exactly have a choice, not if they wanted to maximize their chances come LongNight. Then her fangs slid into his skin, and pleasure crested within him. Unlike her, he was less practiced at this. Given what Frey had put him through, though, he was able to keep his moans stifled, though enough sound escaped that the queen had to have heard it. Not that she wasn’t aware exactly what he was feeling of course. Far too soon, she pulled away, and he felt himself panting, breath coming out in quick clouds of white, cheeks flushed with lingering heat. Guess it wasn’t just Rexanna whose bites filled him with ecstasy, not that he’d really expected that to be the case. Although he was still somewhat lost in a lusty haze, his eyes watched Wessex carefully, curious to see if she was going to summon the Spark Bird or not. LOREN Not quite an open book