I sincerely hoped Penelope stayed where she was long enough for me to arrive there. This Fae awful trip into the Shifter Kingdom was taking longer than I had planned. My Fae-gift was loyal, though. If anything, she would start hunting me down if I took too long for her liking. And she was very good at finding me. It was a little disconcerting how spot-on she was if I were honest.
The shower turned off in the bathroom.
I shuffled on my hands and knees over his mattress and grabbed one of the large pillows at the top of his bed. I sat down and tucked my legs underneath me, and then hugged the pillow tight against my chest, covering the front of my body as I waited. I tapped my fingers on the surprisingly fluffy pillow in apprehension.
I grumbled loudly, “Will you hurry up? I am exhausted. I didn’t sleep at all last night, and I still need to fly home tonight.”
King Athon walked out of the bathroom—naked as Fae fuck—his enormous cock still hard and bouncing against his muscled stomach with every step he took toward his bed. He truly was astoundingly disgusting with all that brawn, far too big from his height to his ego to his cock.
I held perfectly still, not vomiting. It was a close thing.
His pure black gaze—back to normal—stared into my eyes, and then scanned over my features. He snorted softly. “Yes, I know. If you don’t remember, you kept me up all night, as well, elf.”
I swallowed hard, staring at his dick. “I can’t believe that fits in me.”
“Barely.My cock barely fits.” The shifter king stopped at the edge of the bed, glowering as he lifted his arms and began to braid his long, wet, white hair away from his face. His fingers moved deftly and quickly. His gaze scoured what he could see of my bare flesh, a snarl forming on his lips. “You are so Fae fucking small. There must be a way to add some weight to your bones.”
“I eat plenty, and I exercise regularly.” I squinted at his torso, the muscles flexing with each precise movement of his raised arms—extremely disgusting…and intimidating. “I am perfect the way I am.”
Unlike him. He could stand to eata lotless.
King Athon snorted and draped his braided hair over his left shoulder, not bothering to refute my words. He lifted himself onto his bed with fluid grace, his shoulder muscles tightening and carrying him up easily. The shifter king gripped the pillow I clutched close and pulled it away from me, setting it aside.
I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my bare breasts, attempting some form of modesty, a small blush staining my cheeks. I managed not to squirm as his dark eyes scrutinized the rest of my naked flesh now exposed to the night air.
King Athon’s eyes didn’t relent, searching. “There has to be something I like about your body.”
I sighed heavily. “Could we just get on with this?”
He reached out and gently pulled my arms away from my chest, blatantly gazing at my breasts, his black eyebrows furrowing. “I still do not think these are the typical size for an elf.”
Heat burned my cheeks rosy red. “Shifter, we’re about to start arguing again if you don’t stop with the insults. If you haven’t noticed, as you’ve been dissecting my perfectly proportionate body part by part, I’ve stopped slinging offenses your way for now.”
“They are not even a handful,” he criticized.
The King of Shifters wasn’t listening to me at all.
“For an elf, they are more than a handful!” I grabbed my tits and squeezed, demonstrating how my breasts spilled over the top of my hands plenty. I was reasonably positive they would be a regular handful for him. I released my breasts and rose up to my knees—the insults were going to start flying now.
“How your body can be so horribly big but your brain so stupidly small is beyond my comprehension. I cannot help that you haven’t figured out how to enjoy a woman’s breasts—no matter their size. You would think after all your years of living that you would have mastered that by now. But, alas, the Fae stuck me with not only a shifter but a dumbass, as well.”
King Athon peeked at me from under his eyelashes. His lips curled up at the edges in victory. He rose up on his knees, towering over my height, our bodies mere inches apart. His dusky pearl lips parted, and he murmured, “There you are, elf.”
My head jerked back in confusion. “What are you talking about? I’ve been right here since you went into the shower.”
King Athon shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t think you have been. When I went into the shower, the elf on my bed had eyes of a wolf, and when I exited, she had eyes of a doe.”
I snapped my mouth shut, silent.
He lifted one snarky eyebrow.
This shifter before me was far too perceptive.
And like his fallen challengers tonight, he’d lured me in.
I angled my chin high into the air, and I asked dryly, “I do realize you are a shifter, but for future reference, will all of your metaphors involve animals? Or shall I buy you a book of big kid words to improve your vocabulary?”
King Athon’s lips twitched, hatred sizzling in his dark eyes. “That is much better, Princess. At least, you won’t be crying during this now.”
