Page 145 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“You’ll take what we give you,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise against my ear. “When we give it.”

I sob, a fresh wave of frustration rolling through me.

Hank holds me steady, his body solid, unshakable, a firm anchor in the storm they’ve created inside me. My limbs feel heavy, my skin fever-hot, every nerve lit and buzzing from the endless torment of denial.

I know what’s coming.

I feel it in the way they move around me, the way Hank shifts, his grip tightening on my waist, the way Gabe steps in behind me, his presence a dark, heated weight against my back.

But knowing doesn’t prepare me.

Not for this.

Not for them.

Hank’s lips brush against my ear, his voice low, soothing, steady.

“I’ve got you, luv.” His hands spread over my hips, grounding me, his fingers possessive, commanding, sure. “We’ve got you.”

I nod, breathless, my body trembling in anticipation.

I trust them.

Completely.

Gabe’s hands skim up my arms, his fingertips tracing featherlight paths down my spine, making me shiver.

“Relax, sweetheart.” His breath fans against my neck, his voice a smooth, delicious tease. “Let us take care of you.”

Hank shifts, tilting my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Breathe,” hemurmurs. “Feel.”

I do.

I feel everything.

The heat of Gabe’s body pressed behind me, the firm weight of Hank in front of me, the delicious push and pull between them as they move together, guiding me, owning me.

Hank’s hands slide lower, exploring, teasing, stroking, while Gabe’s lips press against my shoulder, his teeth scraping just enough to make my breath hitch.

They surround me.

Consume me.

Overwhelm me.

Every touch is deliberate. Every shift, every movement, a test of my willingness, my trust, my surrender.

Hank tilts my chin, his gaze burning into mine. His grip is steady, his presence solid, a grounding force that keeps me from spiraling into the intensity crackling between us.

“You trust me?” His voice is low, even, measured.

“Yes.” I nod, breathless.

His thumb drags across my lower lip, his smirk deepening. “Good girl.”

Behind me, Gabe chuckles, his hands tracing a slow, teasing path down my sides, over my waist, making me shiver.

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