Bond may have chosen Hex because he had no qualms killing him, but for Nyx's needs the captain could have chosen no one better suited. Hex's hands were strong and certain as he found every place that made Nyx cry out, every place that made him gasp, every place where the slightest bit of pressure could turn a moan into a sob.

And all through it, Hex kissed him, made certain there was pleasure, too. He rutted against him, his cock heavy and thick as it slid against Nyx's erection, the nymph's balls constricted in Hex's tight grip.