Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

Prologue

Haze’s home

Brentwood, Los Angeles

“Through the cracks of shattered dreams, a glimpse of dawn appears,

Rising from the ashes, conquering the fears

The scars of yesteryears fading, like echoes in the wind—"

“Babe,” Haze’s bright blue eyes flicker at me, and I stop singing.

He takes a brief moment to scan his eyes across my nude back and ass as I lay on the sofa bed in his recording studio before replying.

“Change it to a firebird rising from the ashes. Has a stronger impact as a second verse.”

“Yeah, I like that,” Jagger’s bright smile spreads across his face as he stands up from the bed and puts on his boxer briefs but remains otherwise undressed. He picks up his guitar to play a catchy riff on it.

I’m currently using Callum’s naked back to jot down lyric ideas in my music journal.

After making the revision, I pass Jagger the old leather-bound book, and he keeps it sprawled open on the edge of the bed. As the melody unfolds through his fingers, he sings out the lyrics I just wrote.

His voice is so fucking sexy, with a deep seductive blend of raw power and velvet allure. It resonates like a rich, husky timbre that wraps around each word in a smoky embrace.

“In the labyrinth of solitude, where dreams are left untold,

A flicker of hope emerges, a story to unfold.”

A playful twinkle dances in his eyes. I join in, knowing the words I just wrote by heart. Our voices fit together like a glove, almost as if we’re flirting with each other in our song. Between the lyrics, you can practically feel the sly smirk, the playful edge that hints at a mischievous attraction between us.

The truth is we flirt.

A lot.

Especially when we sing together. On and off stage.

Fans can’t decide whether it’s an act or something more.

We’ll never tell anyone outside this tight circle of five.

“Dammit, you two need to do this as a ballad. A gritty, soulful rock ballad. Your voices merge so bloody well,” Asher says as his hand slowly caresses up my leg, slyly stopping at my ass and squeezing a butt cheek, causing me to gasp.

“Her cumming voice is what our fans crave,” Callum blurts out, turning his body around, causing me to lift off him to accommodate his move.

His giant, hard, erect cock is suddenly right up in my face.

“Charming,” I say with a subtle eye roll.

“Callum’s got a point,” Haze confirms, crawling closer to us. “Your voice is intoxicating when you”re singing, but we need to record your orgasm sounds.”

“What?” I say, and a giggle escapes me. Not because I’m finding this funny, but Asher’s just slipped his hand between my butt crack, his fingers coaxing me to pull my thighs slightly apart.

I observe Haze rise from the bed. He unhooks the microphone from its stand, passes it to Callum, and then takes a seat by the mixing console.

“Suck my brother’s cock,” he commands, and Jagger stops playing his guitar and watches with interest. But I can already see his cock getting hard as soon as he leans the instrument against the wall to focus on what is taking place on the bed.

I look up at Callum; he’s grabbed the black elastic band from his wrist, pushing his light blonde hair off his face into a knot and secures it with the elastic.

“Siren, I’m already hard for you.” A genuine and warm smile spreads across his gorgeous face, transforming his features into an expression of pure delight.

“You’re fucking serious,” I say, turning my attention back to Haze, who, like Jagger, is just wearing black boxer briefs, but there’s no hiding the massive bulges going on in their tight shorts with both of them.

“You want to record our orgy?” I say, surprised and maybe a little excited. Both he and Asher are mixing gods with how they mix sounds to create beats into masterpieces.

“I want you to blow Callum’s cock. Asher will be behind you to get you off, and you will scream out your orgasm with that fucking sexy rhythmic voice of yours.”

“You’re really serious,” my eyes widen like saucers, mirroring the unexpected shock written across my face.

“As serious as a fucking daisy, babe.”

All four guys agree that this is going to be a masterpiece, and I’m left with no choice but to try out their experiment.

“I thought this is the song we want to get the label to approve and have one of ours on the album instead of some trashy pop shit they want us to record.”

“It is,” Jagger says. “Except they’ll never know the roots of where it came from.”

“It’s like a fuck you to them arseholes,” Callum adds bluntly, his cock twitching with approval. I lean forward and stretch my neck out to lick the pre-cum off the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans. “That was fucking sexy, siren.”

My lips curve up to a smile.

“You taste delicious.”

Someone moans. It may have been all four guys.

“Ready, sweety?” Jagger says as he joins Haze by the workstation with all the recording and mixing equipment.

“Ahhh,” I groan as Asher’s arm curls around to my front. His finger finds my clit and strokes it. After teasing me these last five minutes with his hand on my ass, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.

Sometimes, I wonder about the strangest things at the wildest times, and right now, the craziest thing has popped into my mind.

I can’t help but muse if a woman’s coochie growled like a stomach whenever it was horny, would it sound like an alarm to alert the male cock that a pussy is starving and needs to be fed?

“You’re so wet for me,” Ash says, directing my wandering mind to silence as he inserts a finger inside me and then pulls it out.

I turn to watch him pop his finger into his mouth and slowly close his eyes as if savoring the taste.

“Sweet like candy.” He murmurs, his eyelids re-open and directly lock onto my face with a sly, satisfied grin.

“She tastes like sugared almonds,” Haze calls out. The subtle dimples on his cheeks deepen, adding a touch of charm to his smile. His teeth, perfectly aligned, gleam in the soft light, enhancing the overall sparkle of his expression.

“Tasty treat,” Jagger adds, and he’s not smiling. He’s transfixed on me or what Asher’s doing behind me.

I stick my tongue out and swipe it along my lips before edging my body closer to Callum. Dipping my hand between his athletically toned thighs, he opens them, inviting me in. My fingers find that soft spot between his balls and his hole, and I feel him jerk a little.

“Fuck, siren,” he sighs his pleasure, and my eyes lock onto his bright blues just before I raise my head to drop my mouth over his enormous arousal.

He’s thick and hard. I flick my tongue over his end, and I can almost hear his moan as it runs through his body like hot volcanic lava.

His hand reaches out and takes hold of a big chunk of my hair and grips it tight, moving it away from my face so he can watch me work my mouth and tongue on him. I swirl my tongue around his entire shaft; he closes his eyes briefly to enjoy the feeling, but I’m careful not to break my eye contact with him as I gradually inch my lips down his shaft.

He hisses. “Bloody’ell, your mouth feels incredible. Warm and unbelievably soft.”

I know he expects me to stop, but I keep on going, pulling almost all of him into my mouth. He swears softly against his breath again as I slide him against the back of my throat. My gag reflex is almost non-existent, considering I’ve had four guys to practice on for months.

Slowly, I pull out again and push back in; my head starts bobbing. My eyes flutter shut as I hum softly, feeling Ash going to town behind me.

Callum grips the chunk of my hair tighter as he begins to thrust his hips lightly. His cock is almost engorged, ready to release. Sliding my mouth and tongue up his shaft, I rake my teeth lightly against the skin because I know this fucking gets him undone.

I feel him jerk; he goes to pull my hair to lift my face off him.

“No,” I manage to mutter, and within seconds, he grunts loud and shoots straight into the back of my throat, and I swallow every bit of him, lapping up everything off his dick.

Behind me, Asher”s fingers are working my pussy. He leans down and kisses my butt cheek.

“Turn around, beautiful,” he whispers, and Callum thoughtfully moves a pillow behind my head as soon as I switch sides.

“Sing the first verse of our song,” I hear Jagger say. That deep sultry voice tells me he’s charged by observing this orgy.

“Now?” I do a subtle double-take at him as if I need him to confirm his insane request.

“Yes, princess,” Haze confirms with all sense of seriousness.

I hear the soft rhythm of a guitar in the background, and Callum holds the mic near my mouth. I look down to find Asher between my thighs, his face lost in my pussy.

I suck in a sharp breath as I feel Asher’s tongue inside me while he fingers my hole. I stare down at him. He looks wickedly hot down there.

A groan of pleasure rises in my throat as Callum leans down to my chest and takes my hard nipple between his teeth, running his tongue over it.

It’s getting harder to remember my own lyrics. I shut my eyes with the tell-tale signs beginning to unfold inside me. My core’s just on the edge of bursting open. I brush my fingers through Asher”s thick, dark curls, firmly gripping a chunk to encourage him to continue.

I can’t hold back any longer. Between Asher and Callum working my body like a fucking popsicle, a throaty, deep, loud moan escapes me as my breath leaves my lungs.

“Ahhhh….yes….” I gasp, my body still thrumming under Ash”s fingers. “Fuck yes!” I scream out, feeling that second wave coming as I shatter into a full-body convulsion.

Someone’s mouth lands on my lips, and their tongue thrusts into my mouth with such a forceful motion I welcome it as my pelvis shamefully grinds into Asher”s face, encouraging him to keep going.

My next release builds like a tidal wave as I feel my entire body convulse in a climax, and I go over the edge, almost screaming into Jagger”s mouth.

When he lifts his head away, I look up at him and smile.

Callum fetches the box of condoms and tosses a foil packet to Asher and another to Jagger.

“Top or bottom,” Jagger asks as he reaches for the lube and then pulls his shorts down to reveal the rest of that gorgeous V of his, the little dark fuzz that trails down to his deliciously hard cock that’s weeping for me.

I watch both men rip the silver foil off, remove the contents and get it ready to roll it over their solid dicks, their muscled torsos flexing, and I draw in a breath watching how hot they look.

“Under her,” Asher replies, and a pair of hands lift me off the bed, but Callum won’t let my feet hit the floor.

When Asher’s positioned, Callum lets me back down on the bed, and I slink over and straddle him.

I lean down to kiss Ash as I take what’s mine. Releasing my lips from him, I lift my hips and slide my pussy down his fully erect cock.

“You look so beautiful like that,” he says softly as I gently grind my body over him. My fingers dig into his solid pecs. He has a gorgeous ink design that wraps around his shoulder and crawls down his dark-skinned, chiseled chest. My hands selfishly move to grip his strong shoulders and powerful upper arms. Drumming for hours a day certainly does wonders for his upper body, and it shows.

His dark amber eyes watch me possessively as I explore his body.

A body I know so well already.

I feel a warm hand on my back, instructing me to lean forward.

“You good, Eden?” Jagger double-checks behind me, and I feel his stiff length tease my crack.

He leans forward, his warm body cocooning me, and he plants short kisses from the top of my spine, down to the end.

Asher slips his hands between us, his fingers find my throbbing clit.

“Haze, get your dick to fuck my mouth,” I say as a groan leaves my throat.

There’s a dip in the mattress, and I’m not sure this pullout couch will hold us, but who the fuck cares right now. Haze has already removed his last item of clothing; my eyes dart up his sculpted torso to the side of his upper ribs, where he’s recently finished his latest tattoo. A black snake artfully entwines around a ripe red apple. The chiseled contours of his muscles enhance the design, casting shadows that play upon the detailed scales of the serpent. The apple, vibrant in red and green hues, symbolizes forbidden allure and the unknown, signifying his deep connection to me and the emotional depth of commitment he wants to have with me. Maybe because I’m aware of its link to me, but it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of ink I’ve ever seen.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around his firm ass, encouraging him to move closer.

My hand wraps around his solid length, and I lean towards him to take him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his shaft.

“Christ’s sake, princess,” Haze groans. “That feels fantastic.”

I hum my reply, which only excites him more, and his dick twitches in my mouth, confirming his pleasure.

Behind me, I feel a sudden, cold liquid fall between my butt cheeks as Jagger spreads them and slowly begins to insert himself little by little. The tip of his dick continues to move inside me as I feel my muscles stretch. He isn’t small by any means, but I’ve had all four men, so I know what to expect. The deeper he goes, the stronger the stretch, but he’s taking his time, and Asher below me is encouraging my clit to relax my muscles.

My eyes travel down to find Asher’s own eyes rolling back slightly as he moves his hips in tandem with Jagger’s thrusts.

He’s feeling the dick in my hole. And when Jagger pulls out of my ass almost entirely, then slams back in quickly, Asher looks as if his brain is about to short-circuit.

Don’t I know that feeling!

I look up at Haze, encouraging him to keep thrusting into my mouth. I want them all so badly. I want to feel them fuck me every damn way imaginable, and I want them to come inside me.

Haze’s blue eyes darken, flashing with heat, and he reaches out and gathers my hair together in one tight grip.

Asher and Jagger alternate thrusts. They continue doing this again and again until I’m ready to self-combust.

Jagger’s the first to lose it. His fingers grip my hips harder, then grunts hard as he comes.

A deep, chesty groan escapes Haze as he shoots down my throat. When he removes himself, there’s a trickle of cum at the corner of my mouth. He catches it with his thumb before it rolls off my chin.

“Fuck. That was fucking sexy, watching my spaff trickle down your face like that,” he breathes out a heavy sigh and pushes his thumb inside my mouth.

I suck on it, swirl my tongue, making sure I leave it clean.

“You are one truly amazing creature,” he says, and I let him have his finger back as I turn my attention to the drummer of my band below me, who always makes sure to keep me in tempo, maintaining a steady beat every time I start a new song when performing.

Right now, he’s thrusting himself against my pelvis as I ride him as if I’m on a mechanical bull. The soft slapping of our skin against each other and our deep groans almost remind me of his drums at low volume.

Whoosh-dum-whoosh-da-dum.

My heart flutters in my chest, I let my eyes fall shut, and I grip Asher’s shoulders so tightly I know my knuckles have turned white. A moment later, I’m coming all over his cock.

A possessive growl unfurls deep inside him as he pumps me hard and, a moment later, releases himself.

I lean down and kiss his lips before lifting my hips and collapsing over Haze’s body. He catches me and wraps his arms around my body, cuddling me tight against his chest. I feel his lips on my sweaty neck.

“You have a talent to perform on stage and in bed, babe.”

I giggle at that analogy.

A hand swipes over my pussy, and I look down to find Jagger cleaning me off with some wipes that feel a little cold over my sore, possibly chaffed, skin.

“Thanks, babe,” I whisper, and he looks up, his deep blues flicking brightly at me as he smiles warmly.

I feel all four men now on the bed, each holding a part of me as if I’m the holy divinity, and my body warms to their touch, loving every drop of attention they bestow on me.

“Do we have a name for this new song?” I ask curiously.

“Shadow’s Solitude,” Jagger announces, gently and casually caressing my inner thigh.