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 where his

you a question I expect

told me he was an

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

his "My name is Issac.I'm

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

he

to want to know who

"Gabrielle."

of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver

a deep breath and a

and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the table with him pressed

hand tightly grips my waist, my

it when I say

like it when he

only seemed to

it was making it very apparent to any werewolf with a

I could manage as an answer

as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh,

hand continued sliding up the inside of my thigh as

a bit, so my bra was

smell your

but ended with

his nose up and down the

suddenly leaves the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me

firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my

it when I touch

my

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt between

more than this man to keep touching me in

good girl.My good

his nose along the

me as he places a soft kiss against

to make you feel so good.I want to feel you squeeze my

before shoving two fingers deep inside of

his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain

pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure

amount of pain dissipates and all

of my 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 work, but my desire

just feels so right to be in his

him, as if we were meant to

this strong

to make him happy and please

move slowly inside

my walls and

rhythm picks up evens out at a brutal

his fingers inside

so they reach deeper, hitting a spot

at the pleasure as

arch my back towards him and he takes it as an invitation to

the wooden table as my blouse

a loud, violent

across my stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping in

I had completely forgotten about the new bruise on my

that but the last thing I needed was him to

because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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