Page 10 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

A small smile tugs at my lips as exhaustion gives way to something more complex. Even through the trauma and fear, I recognize something in both men that resonates with a part of myself I’ve almost forgotten. Before Malfor, before my captivity, I explored relationships that went beyond the conventional. I discovered my preference for partners with quiet authority who could guide me when I needed a break from constantly being in control of my own life and research.

These men radiate that kind of confidence and command, each in their own distinct way. Not quite attraction—yet—but recognition of something that once mattered to me. A reminder that I’m still myself despite everything that’s happened.

I take a deep breath, surprised by the direction of my thoughts. After everything I’ve been through, the fact that I can still recognize this aspect of myself feels like reclaiming a small piece of who I was before captivity.

I can picture myself sandwiched between them, their energies colliding. My chest tightens with a rush of anticipation at the mere fantasy of it.

With two bossy men, each radiating a different kind of power, I can’t help but imagine what it might feel like to give in completely, letting them guide me through pleasure’s most decadent extremes.

Then reality crashes back.What am I thinking?I was just rescued from a facility that exploded. People died tonight. I nearly died. Mymind is pinballing between terror and inappropriate attraction because I’m not processing anything properly.

Trauma does strange things to the brain—I know this academically, and now I’m experiencing it firsthand.

I wrap my arms around myself. Hank’s sweatshirt envelops me in a warmth that feels like safety. What I need right now isn’t fantasy or distraction. It’s stability.

Food. Sleep.

And time to process what just happened to me—to all of us.

Although, fantasy is fun. It stirs something deep in me—a yearning for the electrifying edge when dominance meets submission.

If they share that inclination… the chemistry could be off the charts. It’s enough to make my head spin, and I’m left hoping, in the quiet corners of my mind, that reality can match the potential I sense crackling between us.

I let out a chuckle, realizing I’m intrigued by the idea of a threesome.

Fabulous. I’m rescued from certain peril, and here I am, more than a little turned on by two strangers and one very active imagination. But maybe it’s not so strange—this is my body reminding me I’m alive, that I survived, that I’m still capable of wanting more than just safety after months of captivity and trauma.

Just then, I catch Gabe’s eyes on me, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “Sweetheart, I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but your cheeks are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.” He lets his voice carry enough for Hank to catch it.

Hank, not missing a beat, adds with a knowing smirk, “Must be something interesting, judging by that look.”

Their teasing catches me off guard, but the playful intimacy in their words, meant for my ears only, sends another warm flutter to the pit of my stomach.

The banter sparks an electrifying tension in the air, an unspoken challenge echoing between us to explore exactly what we might be hinting at. It’s like we’re engaged in a dance of words, each of us testing the waters, probing to see who will takethe next step.

I bite my lower lip, letting a playful glint light up my eyes as I meet their steady gazes. “Well, you know what they say about letting your imagination run wild,” I reply, my voice laced with bold bravado.

“Careful, luv,” Hank says, his voice a deep rumble that holds a promise yet to be fulfilled. “We can be quite inventive and imaginative ourselves.”

Gabe chimes in, a teasing edge to his voice. “We might be more adventurous than you’re ready for, sweetheart.”

The statement is both a playful warning and an alluring dare. It’s impossible to ignore—excitement bubbles up inside of me.

Their words evoke a delicious thrill, a promise of discovery and a subtle, powerful invitation—one that I find myself more than willing to consider despite the risk. Facing off against two dominant men might not be the wisest thing to do, but the tantalizing possibility of it all makes it an irresistible prospect.

As our eyes lock, the air between us crackles with shared awareness, acknowledging that this playful testing ground could lead to something far more exhilarating.

Just as the tension peaks, we’re interrupted by the familiar rumble of multiple engines, a welcome distraction that catches me off guard.

It’s like being saved by the bell, giving me a moment’s reprieve from the rapid pulse of my thoughts and the charged atmosphere we’ve created.

Chapter 5

Instead of the open,unforgiving back of a truck, a line of battered SUVs waits for us. They’re well-used, dented and dusty, but their presence is oddly comforting—solid, familiar in a way nothing else here is.

A man steps forward and addresses us, explaining that the vehicles will take us to an airfield, where a plane is waiting to bring us home.

The word “home” barely registers through the fog of my exhaustion, but it stirs something deep within me. As the other hostages move toward the vehicles, Hank and Gabe guide me away from the group to the last SUV in the line.

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