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

question I expect that you will

told me he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

"My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he wants to know my

never seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to

a deep breath and a loud growl

lie flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs

tightly grips my waist,

it when I say

like it when he said my name, I loved

only seemed to magnify the dampness

was making it very apparent to any

an answer was

his hand moved from my waist to my

the inside of my thigh as his head dipped

dried a bit, so

can smell

soft but

and down the valley between my

my thigh

me a firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden

it when I touch

my

lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt between

than this man to keep touching

a good

coos, running his nose along the side of

as he

feel so good.I want to feel you squeeze my fingers in that beautiful cunt

away before shoving two fingers

slip inside, but

out a little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at

dissipates and all that is left is

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 for

right to be

was made for him, as if we were meant

have this strong pull

make him

fingers move slowly inside of

caressing my walls and

evens out at

parts his fingers inside

so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends

curl at the pleasure as I move my hips

takes it as an invitation to release my arms and rip

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse

fingers suddenly stop, and a

drags his fingers across my stomach,

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his

had completely forgotten about the new

last thing I needed was

because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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