As he lay there, holding Nyx and nuzzling against him to breathe him in and enjoy how soft he was, Hex realized that open, raw feeling wasn't going away. It wasn't being met, as it expected to be, and he didn't know how to make it go away. The only way to soothe it at all was to hold Nyx close in a possessive arm.

"I like that sound," he said after listening to Nyx purr in what seemed to be contentment.

He wished he knew. He wished he could feel the prince like everyone else...

Except he didn't. He liked the challenge.