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.

a sharp sting forming where his

I ask you a question I

he was an

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 to ask you one more time.What is

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he wants

want

"Gabrielle."

shiver to run down my spine

deep breath and a loud growl leaves

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

hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

I say

just like it when he said my name,

time he spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness

yearned for him and it was making it very apparent to

answer was

was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from my

continued sliding up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press a

bit, so my bra was still clearly

smell your

began soft but

nose up and down the valley between

the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between

firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave

it when I touch

nod my head at

the short lived sharp pain, I loved

than this man to keep touching me in

good girl.My

his nose along the side of

me as he places a soft kiss

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

away before shoving two

inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with the

and then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he begins

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left is

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

so right to be

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

strong pull

to make him happy and

move slowly inside of

walls

up evens out at a

inside

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

toes curl at the pleasure as I move my hips against his

him and he takes it as an

wooden table as

and a

fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the dull

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping in

completely forgotten about the new bruise on

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

that because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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