Stakes Claim On Her

Chapter 5:  Conference Room Shenanigans 

Gabrielle 

"Mine.”

 The word coming out as a low growl before he suddenly grabs the back of my neck and crashes his lips to mine.

Instead of pulling away and slapping him silly, I instinctively lean in and kiss him back, pressing my palms into his chest.

His mouth moves roughly against mine as if he was trying to feel all of me with a single kiss.

His hand leaves my neck and travels down my body until he reaches the back of my thighs before hoisting me up, my legs wrapped around his waist.

I feel him start to walk somewhere but I don't care where he goes as long as I stay pressed against his body and his lips stay on mine.

One of his hands stays firmly on my thigh while the other moves up and grabs my behind, kneading it softly.

He slides his tongue into my mouth, tasting me.

Eventually, he stops walking and I feel a hard surface beneath me as he sets me down His hands move down my body to rest on my thighs while he stands between my spread legs.

When he pulls away I open my eyes.

I'm seated on a table in an abandoned conference room.

I hadn't even felt him open the door.

He leans his forehead against mine.

We are both breathing heavily.

After a moment he opens his eyes and pulls away.

He has a wide smile on his face.

"Your mine” His hand comes up to rest on the side of my face.

He brushes his thumb gently over my bottom lip.

"All mine.’’ He presses another kiss to my lips.

His? The idea of being 'his' should make me angry.

I may be a human, but I'm not a piece of property.

However, I'm not angry.

It's almost like I couldn't be mad at him right now even if I wanted to.

"Yours."

The word just slipped out.

My brain was on autopilot.

I wanted nothing but to make this man happy, to do whatever he asked of me and I have no idea why I feel like this.

My single word makes his smile grow larger.

"What is your name?"

The question came out rough, lust evident in his voice.

His hands start rubbing up and down my thighs, distracting me.

I feel the need to press my body closer to his, so I do.

My hands were still pressed against his chest, so I move them to wrap around his neck to draw him near.

Before I can get far his hand leaves my thigh and roughly comes back down on the side of my butt.

gasp as the sudden contact, a sharp sting

question I expect that you will answer

me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

of his "My name is Issac.I'm only

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he wants

want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down

and a

me to lie flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the table with him

my waist, my skirt riding

it when I say your name,

like it when he said my

it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

for him and it was making it very apparent to

manage as an answer was a short nod of

hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began sliding

thigh as his head dipped to press

so my bra

can smell

soft but ended with a

nose up and down the

the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between

gives me a firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at the

you like it

nod my head at

pain, I loved how his touch felt between

than this man to

good

his nose along the

begins to slowly palm me as he places a

so good.I want to feel you squeeze my fingers in that beautiful cunt of

away before shoving

sleekness between my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help

little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that

amount of pain dissipates and all

be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of

right to be in

for him, as if we were meant

strong pull

him happy

slowly

my walls and

picks up evens out

fingers inside of me, stretching

so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends

toes curl at the pleasure as I move my

arch my back towards him and he takes it as

the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse

fingers suddenly stop, and a loud,

fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the dull

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping

completely forgotten about the

about that but the last thing I needed was him

only say that because he sounds angry enough to do

"Answer.Me."

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