Hex moved near Nyx's ear, gucking him slowly with one finger.

"Unbecoming of a princess to beg," he scolded. "But how could you know..."

He tasted his neck, then smiled.

"A princess makes demands..."

Hex knew Nyx could be a bit of a diva as a pop star. He doubted he'd ever had a lover safe enough to fully be a brat without fear of being too much. Without fear of being left.

Hex knew he could give Nyx that. Easily.