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.

contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand had come

I ask you a question I

me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants to

seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between my

breath and a loud growl

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

grips my waist, my

it when I say your name, little

didn't just like it when he said my name, I

time he spoke it only seemed to magnify the

and it was making it very apparent to

could manage as an answer was a short nod of

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

sliding up the inside of my thigh as his

a bit, so my bra was still

smell

words began soft but ended with

nose up and

thigh and shoots up, gripping

little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden

it when I touch

nod my

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

wanted nothing more than this man to keep touching me in every way

a good

coos, running his nose along the side

to slowly palm me as he places

feel you

ripped my panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside

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

a deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he begins to

pain dissipates and all that is left

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

right to

my body was made for him, as if we were meant

strong pull

make him happy

fingers move slowly

walls and curling

evens out at a

his fingers inside

a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

curl at the pleasure as I move

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

clatter against the wooden

and a

stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his

completely forgotten about the new bruise

about that but the last thing I needed was him to murder

say that because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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