Belonging to the Band

Trigger Warning & Prologue Hello Lovely Readers, Sandra, Demon, Lover and King’s story may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with dragon shifters and men that are more than a little unhinged and obsessed with the woman that they want to keep and protect from the world while still showing her off as theirs. That being said, this book will contain scenes that are primal chases, dub-con, degradation, explicit s*x scenes that are very graphic and contain bondage. Some spanking, some sword-crossing, and men who don’t mind sharing their girl or each other. Kidnapping will happen as well as mentions of mental and physical abuse that doesn’t happen from our men. If any of these things are not something you want to read, that is okay. I have plenty of other books where consent is key because that’s sexy too. But sometimes you just need something dark with rockstar men who will not stop until every part of you belongs to them. XOXO, Jane Prologue-Demon Demon The lights dimmed on the stage and smoke pumped from the fog machines, covering the stage with a thick fog. I felt that adrenaline pump through me the way it always did as the crowded stadium grew quiet. The low rumble of the crowd as they waited in anticipation for us to take the stage. Beside me, King and Lover bounced on their toes, excitement pumping through their veins the same way it did mine. We lived for this, breathed for this moment. Nothing compared to the feeling of walking on stage and playing for a crowd full of people that were all chanting our names. Lover slipped his hand into mine and I gave it a quick squeeze. Watching him as he walked onto the stage like he was made for this. Which he was, we all were. It was one of the things that connected us. Not just the secrets that we kept close, hiding not just our faces but who we were. Letting us take on the persona that the crowd wanted us to be. It was easy to slip into it, like putting on a glove that fit me like a second skin. Lover sat behind his drum kit, his long red-gold hair falling down his back like a lion’s mane. He looked at me and I shot him a wink that I knew would have his face flushing and a blush creeping up his neck if his skin weren’t covered with dark paint. Hiding away his tattoos so that no one knew who he was. He picked up his drumsticks and looked out into the crowd. His eyes scanning over them like he was looking for something. We were all looking for something, but for different reasons. One day we would find it but I knew that it wouldn’t happen tonight. They say that when you find your mate, that you can feel it beforehand. It’s like your body is anticipating the moment, feeling it like a sense of déjà vu. I’m not feeling that way. This entire moment has happened before at other places but it doesn’t feel like us finding that person will happen tonight. I look over at King, taking in the tattooed crown on the side of his skull mask that covers the top part of his face. Leaving his mouth free to sing out to those thirsty members of the crowd. He’s got kissable full lips, fuckable lips that I can’t wait to fill wrapped around my c**k tonight after the show. Reaching for the back of his neck, I haul his body against mine. Kissing him roughly before I nip at his lower lip and let him go. “Hey, save that for the stage. They’ll love it, Demon.” his bright green eyes sparkle as they met mine and I reach for my guitar before I head out onto the stage. Tossing the strap around my shoulder, I move to my spot on the stage. The slow sensual music starts to play through the speakers and the crowd goes even quieter. All those that were mumbling and talking before have stopped to look at us… To watch King take the stage with us. Low red lights flicker on and beams of light dance across the stage as King strides forward. His confidence radiates out to the crowd, drawing them in like a moth to the flame as he greets the crowd. “Good evening, Dallas.” He smirks, his voice is all seductive and deep. I’d be f*****g jealous of the way he was talking to them if I didn’t already know he would be on his knees for me later. King likes to pretend that he’s the leader of us and for the most part I let him do just that. It’s easier for everyone to believe that he’s in charge of things. Like handling our pain in the ass PA and making sure things run smoothly on our video shoots and when we record. But off the stage, behind closed doors. It’s me who is in charge of both him and Lover. It’s me who knows what they sound like writhing beneath me as I give them both pleasure and pain.