Page 148 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

The way he says it—so sure, so certain, conviction etched into every line of his face—makes my stomach clench in a way that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with raw, unfilteredneed. Heat pools low in my belly, spreading outward in molten waves that leave me dizzy with want.

I do trust him. Not blindly, not carelessly, but with the bone-deep certainty that comes from seeing someone’s true nature laid bare.

I want this—with them.

Not just physically, but something deeper, more primal. I want to feel what they can give me. I want them to take me as one, claiming every part of me. I need that sense of possession, of being theirs—even if just for this moment.

I take a deep breath, anticipation coiling inside me like a spring wound too tight, trust solidifying in my chest like something unshakable and immovable. My skin hums with sensitivity, every cell in my body straining toward what’s to come.

“Good.” His fingers trail lower, leaving fire in their wake as they trace along the curve of my jaw, setting my skin ablaze with the barest touch. The pads of his fingertips are slightly rough, a delicious friction against my heated flesh. “Then let us show you what it can be like.”

My pulse skips, something hot and undeniable curling deep in my belly, clenching with such intensity I almost gasp. Desire sharpens to a knife’s edge, so acute it borders on pain.

Hank’s gaze flicks to Gabe, the silent communication between them charged with electricity that crackles in the air around us. A single look containing volumes—command, agreement, shared anticipation.

“Lie on your back.”

Gabe complies without hesitation, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he positions himself on the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight, the movement subtle but enough to make my breath catch. His hard cock stands at attention, thick and imposing, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. The sight makes my mouth water, my inner muscles clenching around emptiness that soon will be filled.

Hank turns his gaze back to me, his voicecommanding yet gentle, the perfect balance of dominance and care. “Straddle him, luv. Take him inside you.”

I obey, my limbs shaky but willing, muscles trembling with nervousness and desperate anticipation. Gabe’s eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense as midnight, every muscle in his body taut with restraint—visible in the corded tendons of his neck, the rigid set of his jaw, the controlled rise and fall of his chest.

His hands move to my hips, fingers splaying wide to cup the curve of my waist, firm and guiding. The heat of his palms sears through me, branding me with touch. I slowly lower myself onto him, hovering for one breathless moment as the head of his cock nudges against my entrance, my body already slick and ready.

The moment he slides inside—bare—my breath catches violently in my throat, the sensation raw and real, nothing between us but skin against skin. The stretch is exquisite, perfect, my body yielding to accommodate him inch by delicious inch. Every nerve ending ignites as he fills me completely, reaching places inside me that make sparks dance behind my eyelids.

A deep, guttural sound rips from Gabe’s throat, primal and unrestrained, his grip tightening to the edge of pain as his head falls back against the pillow for a beat, jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. His hips twitch upward, driving deeper, and I gasp at the sudden sensation of being impossibly fuller.

“Fuuuuck,” he growls, voice rough and wrecked, stripped of all pretense and control. “You feel… different.” His eyes snap back to mine, dark with heat and something deeper—something undone, vulnerable in its rawness. “So warm. So wet. So fucking bare.”

The words vibrate through me, heightening every sensation until I’m drowning in it—in him, in the knowledge that Hank watches us in anticipation of what comes next.

My body trembles around Gabe’s intrusion, adjusting, accepting, craving more even as I process the overwhelming intimacy of this moment.

His fingers dig into my skin, not to control, but to feel—like he’sanchoring himself, grounding the surge of sensation that’s threatening to pull him under.

“Sweetheart…” His voice is hoarse, reverent, shaken. “You feel like heaven. Like I could lose my goddamn mind inside you.”

I let out a soft moan, pleasure rippling through me as I adjust to the fullness, the intimacy of him truly inside me, no barriers, no distance.

“She’s ours now,” Gabe murmurs, his hands moving up my sides, slow and possessive. “No more holding back.”

Chapter 41

Once I’m fully seatedon Gabe’s cock, Hank presses a hand on my back, bending me forward. “Lean down, luv. Let me prepare you.”

I comply, my breath hitching as Hank’s fingers trace down my spine, his touch firm yet gentle. He spreads my cheeks, and the cool slickness of lube sends a shiver of anticipation through me. His fingers slowly circle my tight entrance, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat of his touch.

He pushes a finger in, the pressure building as he stretches me, readying me for what’s to come. I can feel every movement, every slight adjustment, as he prepares me with a gentle yet insistent touch.

His finger moves in and out, slowly, deliberately, each motion sending ripples of pleasure mixed with a hint of discomfort.

“Relax, luv,” Hank murmurs, his voice a low, soothing whisper. “Let me in.”

He adds a second finger, the stretch intensifying, the sensation overwhelming. I take a deep breath, letting the feeling wash over me, trusting Hank’s guidance.

Gabe watches, his eyes darkening with desire as he moves his hips slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

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