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

you a question I expect that you

Alpha.”He hadn't told me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants

never seem to want

"Gabrielle."

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

takes a deep breath and a loud growl

my arms over my head and holds them in one of

tightly grips my waist,

like it when I say your name, little

just like it when he said my name, I

seemed to magnify the dampness of

and it was making it

I could manage as an answer was a short nod of my

was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began

thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss against my

hadn't dried a bit, so

smell

but ended with a

ran his nose up and down the valley between

suddenly leaves the inside of my thigh and shoots up,

a little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden painful

you like it when

quickly nod my head at

the short lived sharp pain, I loved

nothing more than this man to keep touching me in every

good girl.My

coos, running his nose along

to slowly palm me as he places a

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

panties away before shoving two

slip inside, but it didn't

pain, and then a deep moan

pain dissipates and all that

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

feels so right to

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

strong pull towards

to make him happy

fingers move slowly inside

walls and

evens

inside of me, stretching

so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of

pleasure as I move my hips

as an invitation

buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse falls to

a loud,

lightly drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

completely forgotten about the new

was still pissed about that but the last thing I needed was him

that because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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