Page 109 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

He gives a startled grunt, and this time Ronin steps to the front and shoves Frank backward when he comes after me. “Don’t even think about it. We’re coming in to look for our mate. You can’t fucking stop us.”

“He’s not here,” Frank spits, stepping back into the apartment, his hand on the door. “Fuck off, the lot of you, or I’m calling the police.”

“We already called the police on you,” I say, “you asswipe.”

Frank frowns. He looks like he’s about to shut the door in our faces.

“What if he’s not here?” Grey whispers, doubt lacing his voice. “What if we’re wrong about this?”

“Oh, he’s here.” Zayne takes another deep breath and this time he grabs Frank and shoves him right into the apartment, stalking after him. “I can smell him.”

* * *

We burst into the apartment like an avalanche. The moment Zayne marches inside, we all follow. Frank and his buddy try to stop us, of course, but Ronin and Bee’s alphas take care of them. They were spoiling for a fight anyway, and they got their chance.

The alphas aren’t too far gone into rage, though, I notice with relief when I briefly glance back. They only punch the assholes when they throw punches, and just generally corral them, holding them back.

More alphas appear from other rooms, stumbling to a halt when they see us, then taking aggressive stances.

Zayne keeps going, Grey and I following on his heels, trusting the others to hold the Dogs off our backs. He’s like a hound on a trail.

“You can really smell Casey?” I ask him as he leads us down a dark corridor, the sounds of punching and grunting and cursing accompanying us. “Can you smell just any omega?”

“No,” Zayne says, “unless they’re not using suppressants or are going into heat.”

Frowning, I roll this info inside my head as he opens one door, looks inside, then opens another. “But that means…”

“Casey,” Zayne says and then we’re all rushing into the room. Zayne is already grappling with a tall alpha—is the entire pack made up of alphas?—and then Grey is fighting with another, and I’m left alone to stand by the bed where someone is tied up spread-eagled over the covers.

A mop of dark hair, a filthy gag shoved into his mouth. A pale face.

Shit.Casey’s clothes are torn in places, and the ties have left red marks on his wrists. One is bleeding as if he’s tugged on it so hard it cut through his flesh. His eyes look bruised over the gag and I’m not sure he recognizes me.

Glancing at the fighting men in the room, I climb onto the bed and start working on the knots. Casey’s head turns, his gaze following my movements, but he’s not struggling. His eyes look dazed and I wonder if it’s drugs or just exhaustion.

Even through the sour stink of fear and sweat, he smells sweet, so sweet my mouth waters, the scent also heavier and muskier than I remember. As I work as fast as I can on the knots, he shifts on the bed and I can see he’s hard, a good-sized tent in his pants. I pause, my breath catching.

Then something crashes inside the apartment and someone yells, and the spell is broken.

Focus, Gigi.

The knots are trickier than they looked but I’m good at solving problems and crosswords and even puzzles on occasion, so they eventually come loose under my fingers. I unwrap the rope from the iron bars of the headboard, then unloop it from Casey’s wrists and sit back to start work on his ankles.

I barely manage to undo the knots when he grabs my hand and pulls me down on top of him. Startled, I fall on his chest and he grips my face between his hands. His eyes are slightly unfocused.

“Casey?”

“Gigi,” he whispers, and then he kisses me. It’s not the gentle, sweet kisses he’s given me so far. This is hot and hard and desperate, and his hips thrust up as if he’s trying to fuck me through our clothes. His cock is hot through his jeans, diamond hard, and the scent of musk intensifies as he kisses me, lightly biting my lips.

Oh, God…He’s so hot everywhere. It’s as if he’s burning up. He feels amazing, his hands sliding down my arms, my ribs, my hips, coming to rest on my ass, pressing me down against his hard-on.

Then he flips me over and bends over me, pressing his cock between my legs, hips constantly thrusting. His cheeks are feverishly red, his gray eyes gone dark with arousal.

“Casey…” I reach up to touch his face. “We have to leave. We have to go home.”

“Need you,” Casey whispers, his voice cracking. “Please, Gigi…”

Outside the room, I can hear shouting and I’m getting scared for Bee and her pack. “We have to go. Now.”

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