Page 116 of Rejected By the Shifter King

“Tell me why you’re crying.”

Because you don’t love me.

Chapter Ten

THE PAIN TEMPORARILYsubsides as confusion surges when Hexius suddenly lifts me up in his arms.

“Where are you...” My voice trails off when the answer is made obvious as we enter the en-suite and he gently sets me down on the couch.

Oh my stars.

The bedroom they gave me last night was elegant and all, but this room’s en-suite, though?

It’s definitely one worthy of the Leopard King. The sheer size of it is just incredible, being twice as big as the apartment I share with Anastasia, while the floor-to-ceiling views...

Magic can only be at work here, since I’m pretty sure what I see outside isn’t AI but a glimpse of one of those “inner” worlds that I’ve heard being whispered about but never saw...until now.

Think rainbows turned into skies. Trees of every season all in one place. And oh, the shower—

I mean, flowers.

The flowers are pretty amazing, but right now, I suddenly can’t take my eyes off the shower area, which is also impossibly big (enough to fit an entire football squad!) and has multiple rainfall heads, steam jets, even a waterfall feature built on one side, and no, absolutely not. I am not thinking about sharing a shower with him there, really. The thought’s never even—oh.

The sound of running water makes me turn my gaze to him, and my cheeks blaze my heat when I see Hexius is waiting for the tub to fill. Like me, he hasn’t a stitch of clothing on. But unlike me, he doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he moves through the space like he was born to be naked, every step radiating the kind of confidence that comes from never having been anything but utterly wanted.

I’m trying my best not to stare, but it’s impossible.

He moves like the leopard king that he is, his every move a portrait of grace, danger, and stealth molded into one being. His shoulders are impossibly broad, his chest hard and massive, and when he bends to adjust the water jets, my throat just turns dry at how the muscles of his back contract, and oh, let’s not even get started about the rest of him.

Stop ogling him, Sam!

I want to cover my eyes, but instead I find myself swallowing hard as I continue staring like I’m hypnotized. He’s just so perfectly big, so perfectly hard, and oh my goodness—

How many inches would that be, truly?

I honestly can’t wrap my mind around it. Did that really fit inside of me? He’s not even fully aroused and yet—