Page 197 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

When the surgeon approached us, he explained that the bullet entered the skin on the side of her head but evidently hadn’t much force—we later learned the gun used was some dodgy cheap shite that was bought off the street. The bullet skirted along the outside of Eden’s skull, just under the skin and out the back. It did pierce the skin, which left her temporarily paralyzed, and she went into cardiac arrest.

The doctor explained they were more concerned with the state of her heart than the gunshot, and Eden was in a coma foralmost twenty-four hours. During that time, no one knew if she would live or die. She lay motionless with tubes attached to her, surrounded by monitors, machines, and medical professionals in intensive care.

To describe how I felt, how we all felt during that time … well … I would not wish that on any man to watch the love of his life so fragile and vulnerable. I had never felt so helpless in all my life. To finally get the woman of your dreams back and then have fate take it away in such a cruel, abrupt manner.

There wasn’t just the complete uncertainty of whether she would live or die, but if she did wake up, the doctors couldn’t rule out the possibility that she would have serious brain damage from the twenty-minute lack of oxygen during the heart attack.

Then, the magical moment struck when she woke out of her coma, looked at us, and said, “Where am I? What happened?”

At that moment, we all breathed a heavy sigh of relief in unison.

But Eden’s recovery wasn’t easy. For several months, she suffered enormous brain fatigue, difficulties with memory and concentration, sensitivity to sound, and a touch of depression. But each of us stood by her at every step of her recovery.

It’s been five months since our lives got back to normal, and we’re now living at Terra Sands. The property renovations were completed a month ago, and we spend most of our time here in the desert with only each other to entertain each other.

And the five dogs Eden and Asher adopted.

Old Storm took a turn for the worse. While Eden was in recovery, he suffered a couple of seizures, but the vet managed to pull him through.

When she decided to return to Terra Sands for a couple of weeks to finish her recuperation here, she brought him with us. A few nights later, the poor guy died in his sleep right beside her. I think he kept himself alive to spend his last night cuddled up next to Eden at the place they both regarded as their home.

It was devastating that she had to deal with the death of her buddy on top of everything, but his death wasn’t surprising; he lived longer than the average dog of his breed. She had him cremated, and he now rests in a special garden area outside and has a plaque with his name made. She said this area on the property will now be dedicated to all her pets that pass.

So we have five new dogs running amok in this now extended home….

Not a day goes by without some adventure going on with the animals.

We never asked what happened to Catalina’s body. None of us know or care.

She’s dead, and that’s what matters.

“Ahhhh! Fuck!!”

Hearing Eden’s voice gets my knob even harder. I reach down to remove my shorts, but bloody Ash has beaten me to it and is getting his blown by Eden.

I lean down and catch her nipple between my lips as I hold her arm down.

“How many are we at?” I hear Jagger ask, who’s just moved to her right side. He reaches out and caresses her breast.

I’m pretty sure it’s six.

“Seven,” Callum looks up, “She had a slight tremor at number six.” And he goes back to work.

“Does a slight tremor even count as an orgasm?”

“Half an orgasm,” I say, releasing her nipple from my mouth. “So he’s at six and a half.”

“Fucker,” Callum releases himself from Eden’s pussy. His mouth and most of the lower part of his face are swollen, red, and wet. “That was seven.”

“How’s your tongue?” Asher asks, laughing, and then groans with whatever Eden’s just done to him.

“I can no longer feel it. I think I left it inside Eden.”

Eden pushes me and Jagger off her, gets on her knees in front of Asher, and goes back down on him. Her arse is just there facing me, and I reach out and stroke it. She opens her legs wider, inviting me in. I grip my hard knob, and all I need is one pump before plunging straight into her core.

Spreading either arm out, she indicates to Callum and Jagger that she wants to jerk them off too. They remove their shorts and move closer as she takes either knob and starts to rhythmically pump them at the same speed she bops her head over Asher.

I slow myself down to her pace and observe our working in sync. It’s fucking hot.

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