Page 175 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

A sharp cry spills from my lips, my back arching, pressing my chest tighter against Hank, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

Trapped. Taken. Theirs.

Gabe curses low, his breath hot against my throat as he moves, each thrust pressing me deeper into Hank, each stroke making me feel everything.

Hank tightens his grip on my wrists, his arms flexing, forcing me to stay open, to take it, to let them own me.

His lips skim my cheek, his breath ragged.

Gabe shifts, and the change in angle makes my whole body tighten, a sharp gasp escaping as pleasure punches through me.

Hank feels it. Feels my body react, my thighs trembling against his. His chest rumbles with a low, approving sound.

“That’s it,” he mutters, watching. “Take him. Take all of him.”

Gabe growls low in his throat, his thrusts quickening, his pace relentless now, his forehead nearly touching Hank’s shoulder as he loses himself in me.

I can’t breathe.

Can’t think.

Can only feel.

The tension coils tight, the pleasure is unbearable, my body locking between them, helpless, raw, desperate.

Gabe’s grip bruises, his fingers pressing deep as he drives in one last time, his breath breaking, his head dropping forward?—

Hank grips my chin, tilting my face toward his, swallowing my moan with a kiss just as Gabe lets out a ragged groan, burying himself deep.

The pleasure detonates, shattering through me, stealing every last thought, every last breath?—

And the only thing holding me together is them.

I barely have time to recover before Gabe shifts beneath me, his body still hot, still wired, still hungry.

“Round two.”

His voice is low, dark with intent. He is already moving toward the hallway. His shirt is gone, his muscles taut and gleaming, and the ridges of his abs flex with every step.

He glances over his shoulder, his gaze locking onto mine, pinning me in place even as he moves farther away.

“My room. Now.”

That’s all it takes.

My pulse kicks up again, anticipation curling tight, heat pooling low in my belly.

Gabe’s room.

Not just a bedroom.

His playground.

Where the rules shift. Where I shift. Where I let go completely.

Chapter 48

Hank’s handsslide over my skin, steadying me as he shifts beneath me, his breath still uneven, but his grip sure. He chuckles, low and knowing, brushing his lips against my shoulder. “Guess that means you’re not done yet, luv.”

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