Page 59 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Mine,” Hank grunts, the word vibrating against my core as he moves within me.

Each thrust is a slow, deliberate slide, stretching me, going deeper, establishing a rhythm that resonates through my entire being. It’s a primal beat, echoing the possessive claim he’s staking with every inch he takes, every pulse that throbs between us.

Through the haze of pleasure, Gabe’s unwavering gaze remains hot and possessive, burning into me, watching as Hank brands me as his, a silent promise of his claiming to come.

Hank’s rhythm deepens. The sound of our bodies fills the sudden quiet, a primal symphony of breath and friction. I feel stretched, filled, and utterly owned. A dizzying sense of surrender washes over me. My nails dig into Gabe’s shoulders as Hank hits a spot that sends a fresh wave of shivers through me.

“That’s it, luv,” Hank grunts again, his voice thick with exertion. “Feel me inside you.”

The possessiveness in his voice and the raw hunger in his eyes ignite something within me: a thrill of excitement, a sense of being utterly desired and consumed. I’m caught between them, claimed by both, and the realization is intoxicating.

Hank’s pace quickens, his movements becoming harder, moreurgent. Tension builds in his body, the shift just before release. He groans a deep, guttural sound that vibrates against my spine. Then, he thrusts into me one last time, holding himself deep within me, shuddering as his climax takes him. I follow on the heels of his release, crying out as a second orgasm takes me.

He stays there, buried deep, his breath hot against my neck, his body heavy and solid against my back. The silence descends again, softer now, punctuated only by our ragged breaths and the quiet thumping of my heart.

Slowly, Hank withdraws, each inch of him sliding out of me, leaving a trail of exquisite sensation.

“My turn.” Gabe’s eyes lock on mine, burning with undisguised desire. His intensity sends another shiver through me, a different kind of tremor, less explosive, more… anticipatory. My body is still humming with the aftershocks of orgasm, but already, a new kind of heat is building, a slow, simmering burn.

Gabe’s strong arms band around my waist, lifting me, spinning me without ceremony, until my knees slam into the mattress and I am bent over, facing away from them both, completely exposed.

Before I can register the dizzying shift, Gabe is behind me, his hands gripping my hips like a vise, holding me brutally steady as he shoves into me from behind, taking me without question. This time, it is rougher, more demanding, a primal taking, his movements harder, faster, driving me mindlessly towards another shattering peak. His breath is hot and ragged on my neck as he bites and whispers words that are raw and filthy, possessive and ravenous.

A third orgasm claws its way out of me even harder than the first two, a raw, animalistic cry ripping from my throat as I shatter again, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. Gabe’s grip tightens painfully on my hips, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, more violent, until he too finds his release, his body shuddering against mine, his hot breath blasting against my neck as he marks me as his.

The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex and satisfied sighs. The three of us lie tangled together. Gabe is spooned against my back, his arm heavy and possessive across mywaist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. Hank is sprawled out on my other side, one leg thrown over mine, his hand loosely holding mine, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

The frantic energy of moments ago has dissipated, leaving a comfortable quiet in its wake. We are still flushed, limbs heavy and languid. There’s no need for words, just the quiet intimacy of shared breath and the comfortable weight of each other’s bodies. A sense of deep contentment settles over me, a feeling of being cherished and utterly at home, right here in this bed, between these two men.

Chapter 19

Their lingeringwarmth clings to my skin, a pleasant weight settling in my limbs. The day’s events have left me both satisfied and hungry for more—not just physically, but intellectually. My mind drifts to my research, to the equations and models I’d hidden from Malfor during my captivity.

In the kitchen, Hank works quietly, his broad back to me as he moves between the stove and counter, the scent of garlic and herbs already thick in the air.

Gabe leans against the doorway, watching us both, a silent sentinel, but a grinning one. “Smells good.” He pushes off the doorframe to wander closer to the counter, but not too close. “Just try not to burn it this time.”

Hank snorts without turning from the pan he’s stirring. “Real funny. I don’t remember you complaining about breakfast burning when you were balls deep in our girl.” He glances over his shoulder at Gabe, a playful smirk on his face.

“Just saying it was a mess to clean up, all that burnt bacon. Such a waste.” Gabe teases Hank, their banter baked into their relationship so seamlessly it’s wonderful. He winks at me, then back at Hank.

“Consider this my apology for the ruined eggs, Ally,” Hank says. “I’m aiming for culinary perfection tonight. You deserve it.”

I smile at their exchange, but my eyes drift to the kitchen counter. My USB drive—my research—should be there.

“Something on your mind?” Hank asks, noticing my gaze.

“Just eager to check my research,” I slide off the barstool. “Now that I’ve got my laptop from home, I can see what survived.”

I pull my laptop from my bag and place it on the kitchen island. Then, I scan the counter for the USB drive. It’s not where I last saw it, and I glance around, puzzled.

“Are you looking for this?” Gabe asks, twirling the small black device between his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I reach across the counter, but he pulls back with a chuckle. “Not so fast, sweetheart. You’ve got to pay the toll.”

“What’s it going to cost me this time?” I play along, remembering how I’d thanked them both earlier for retrieving my drive in the first place. “Last time was quite involved.”

Gabe taps his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. “What are you offering?”

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