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.

sudden contact, a sharp sting forming

I expect that you will answer

he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

low rumble left his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more time.What is your

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he wants to

seem to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool

breath and a loud

over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs

hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

I say your name,

didn't just like it when he said

seemed

was making it very apparent to any werewolf

answer

body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh,

sliding up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to

hadn't dried a bit, so

smell your

soft but ended with

nose up and down the valley between

my thigh and shoots up, gripping me

little squeal to leave

like it when I touch

quickly nod my head at

pain, I loved how his touch felt

more than this man to keep touching me in every way

good girl.My

his nose along the

as he places a soft kiss against my

so good.I want to feel you squeeze my

ripped my panties away before shoving

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

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

small amount of pain dissipates and all that

common sense tells me that I shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of

just feels so right

for him, as if we were

this strong pull

him happy and please

fingers move slowly inside of

my walls and curling

up evens out at

his fingers inside of me,

his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot

pleasure as

he takes it as an invitation

hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse

and a

my stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping in

completely forgotten about the new bruise

the last thing I

because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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