Page 58 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“Wait, we need protection,” she says, hesitating.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks.

“Yes,” she says. “But—”

“He’s clean,” I jump in. “Haze made him take a blood test before we came to America. We all did.”

Actually, Haze insisted his brother get a full blood work done, including testing for drugs and other health issues, before he poureda penny into this venture. So it didn’t look like he was being ganged up on, we all undertook a drug test and then asked the nurse to take a bit extra blood to make an entire screening.

“I haven’t been tested in well over a year,” she admits. “But I haven’t been with anyone.”

I wonder how long she has been single?

But the idea of any man touching her other than us doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t help those possessive vibes that suddenly course through me, and I want to say something, but I hold myself back because now isn’t the time.

“I’ve never had sex without protection,” she adds, and I watch her entire body suddenly stiffen, and I wonder what that’s about?

“You have with us, darling,” Callum says, but that does nothing to ease her frame of mind.

I’m behind her with the tube of lube Callum gave me, but I settle it on the sofa and crawl over to Eden because I can already sense her withdrawing.

Crossing my leg over my bandmate, I straddle right up behind Eden, wrap my arms around her, move her long dark hair to the side, and kiss the back of her neck and across her shoulder, my face nuzzling in the crook of her neck. My hand slowly and gently slips across her chest, lingering over her pebbled nipples. And when I feel her gradually relax against me, I playfully bite her lower earlobe because there are certain things about a person that never change.

Like how I know when Eden becomes wary and frustrated, I would always slither up behind her and ease that tension out of her like I just did. Her earlobes are one of the many areas I discovered about her body that are her sensitive touchpoints.

Her giggle is a whimsical melody that dances through the air, a symphony of joy that plays on the strings of my heart, and her nude body against mine only relights the fire and passion inside me, reawakening my knob from its sudden dormant state.

“Babe, your giggle is a fucking tease,” Callum says softly. His hands stroke her thighs; one stops at her lower front while the other takes hold of her waist, and I release her from my embrace as his hand continues to travel upwards to her neck and tugs her down to him. Her lips crash on his, and I take the opportunity to move a little away and allow my bandmate to heat her up once more.

“Ahh,” she softly moans into his mouth, and I watch his right-hand run circles around her clit.

A memory pops through my mind as I hear her sweet voice of arousal. Music to my ears.

“Oh god, yeesss, yes, yes, don’t stop,” she cries out, and she’s coming close as she releases herself from his mouth and arches her back.

A moment later, she relaxes in bliss and lifts her hips to take Callum's knob and position herself over him. I watch them with interest as they lock eyes, and a familiar moment passes between them. A silent language is spoken between them. One I haven’t seen in a decade.

Are we really doing this?

Despite discussing with Callum earlier, I don’t see that hard-arsed shell on his face. I see one of worship and adoration. Eden Rivers has cast her spell on him, the one she’s always had me in, and slowly, all those layers that built up over the years, the ones of pain and burn, have slowly peeled away.

The teenager who was once infatuated with a girl is suddenly no more.

I’m an adult male looking at a girl who morphed into this incredibly stunning woman, and I grip my knob to give it a couple of hard pumps.

Eden slowly lowers her body over him, taking him gradually inside herself, her walls adjusting to fit him. And when she’s done, she slowly takes him in a light rocking motion, and he rests his large hands over her hips and grips them hard.

“Fucking’ell, you’re gorgeous like that,” he breathes out. “Stay like this forever.”

Her light laugh stirs my cock as it twitches with excitement.

The woman is a witch.

“Mate, you’d better come and join us as I have no idea how long I can hang on with this beautiful creature moving the way she does over my knob.”

I move back down and position myself close to her, my arousal digging itself into her back, trying to find a way inside her. She leans into me, and I find my way to her neck and kiss it, my tongue sliding against her skin. She smells and tastes so sweet and addictive.

“You want me too, babe?” I whisper in her ear, taking in her scent.

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