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.

gasp as the sudden contact, a sharp sting forming

you a question I

told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants to know my

to want to know who

"Gabrielle."

shiver to run down my spine and wetness

breath and a

head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the

other hand tightly grips my waist, my

when I say

just like it when he said my name, I loved

it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

it was making it very apparent to any

an answer was a short nod

moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began

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

a bit, so my bra was still

smell

but ended

up and down the valley between

my thigh

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

you like it when

my head at

sharp pain, I loved how his

this man to keep touching me in every way

good

along

slowly palm me as he

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

before shoving

slip inside, but it

at the pain, and then a deep

amount of pain dissipates and all

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 my desire for this man is

feels so right to be

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

this strong

make him happy

move slowly inside of

my walls and curling

picks up evens out at a brutal

parts his fingers inside

angles his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that

as I move

takes it as an invitation to release my arms and rip open my

wooden table as my blouse

fingers suddenly stop, and a loud, violent growl

fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

forgotten about the new bruise on my

but the last thing I needed was

because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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