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.

as the sudden contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand had come

I ask you a question I expect that you will answer

hadn't told me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more time.What is

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

me happy that he wants to

never seem to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and

and a

to lie flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one

my waist, my skirt

you like it when I

he said my

he spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness

making it very apparent to any werewolf

an answer was a short nod of

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

of my thigh as his

bit, so my bra was still clearly

smell

words began soft but ended with

nose up and down the valley between

my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between my

squeeze, causing a little squeal

like it when I touch

my

loved how his touch felt between

this man to keep touching me in every

a good girl.My

coos, running his nose along the side of my

begins to slowly palm me as he

so good.I want to feel you

panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside

slip inside, but it didn't help with

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

dissipates and all that is left is

to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of

just feels so right to be in

like my body was made for him, as if we

this strong pull towards

make him happy

slowly inside

my walls

rhythm picks up evens out

fingers inside of me, stretching

a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

as I move my hips

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

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as

suddenly stop, and a loud,

his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice

forgotten about the new bruise

pissed about that but the last thing I needed was

say that because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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