Page 146 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“We’re going to take you together, luv. You want that, don’t you?” Hank leans in, brushing his lips over my ear, his voice turning darker. “You want us to fuck you at the same time?”

My breath catches.

I do.

God, I do.

But my pulse stutters, anticipation curling deep, tight, coiling with a mix of excitement and the unknown.

I’ve never had two men before.

Hank sees it—feels it.

His smirk softens, but his grip doesn’t. “I’ll guide you,” he murmurs. “Every step of the way.”

Chapter 40

Gabe presses closer from behind,his breath warm against my skin. I should be satisfied. My body should be spent—but it’s not.

I’m burning.

Needy.

Every inch of me feels like a live wire, buzzing, desperate, my nerve endings singing with the torment of being denied again and again.

I ache for them. Their touch. Their warmth.

A raw, unbearable throb settles between my thighs, spreading outward, creeping into my limbs, my belly, my chest—everywhere.

I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming beneath my skin, my body betraying me, pleading for their touch, aching to be taken, to be used.

Hank’s fingers skim down my arm, wrapping around my wrist, pulling me forward, guiding me toward the massive four-poster bed.

The simple shift in pressure is enough to send another pulse of arousal crashing through me. I barely bite back a whimper, my thighs clenching involuntarily, the friction both exquisite torture and devastating in its insufficiency. My skin burns everywhere theytouch, nerve endings singing with a need so primal it steals my breath.

Hank chuckles, dark and indulgent, the sound vibrating from his chest against mine. His grip tightens, strong fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave delicious marks I’ll find tomorrow—evidence of this moment branded into my skin.

“So needy,” he growls, his voice rough with controlled hunger.

Gabe hums behind me, his fingers tightening on my hips, firm, possessive, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of my spine. The heat of his body radiates against my back, his heartbeat a steady, commanding rhythm I feel through my shoulder blades.

“She’s desperate,” he observes, his breath hot against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin below.

I nod frantically, heat spreading through my cheeks and down my throat, pooling low in my belly. My body betrays me in the worst way, melting between them, surrendering even as my mind struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

Gabe tilts my chin up with inexorable pressure, his calloused fingers stroking along my jaw with surprising gentleness contrasting with his predatory intent. His smirk tilts higher, revealing the edge of a canine tooth. The expression makes him look dangerous, feral—a man who takes what he wants and makes no apologies for his appetites.

“We’ll start slow,” Hank promises, each word a silken threat that makes my pulse spike. “But by the end?” His voice dips, dropping to a register that bypasses my ears entirely and vibrates directly through my core. “You’ll know why you belong to us.”

Behind me, Gabe’s hands slide from my hips to my waist, then higher, fingertips grazing the undersides of my breasts, claiming territory.

A single word falls from his lips, low, satisfied, full of dark promise—each syllable weighted with ownership and anticipation: “Perfect.”

I shudder, breathless, my body buzzing, my skin too tight over my bones, my blood running hot through myveins. Hank’s grip tightens, anchoring me and keeping me from coming completely undone.

“Do you still trust me?” His voice is low, even, measured.

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.

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