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 had come

I expect that you

me he was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants to know

want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

shiver to run down my spine and wetness

deep breath and a loud growl leaves his

head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the table with him pressed

tightly grips my waist,

like it when I say your name, little

just like it when he said my name, I

only seemed to

and it was making it very apparent to any werewolf

answer was a short nod of

hand moved

the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to

dried a bit, so my

can smell

words began soft but

up and down the

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

a little squeal to leave my

it when I touch

quickly nod my

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his

man to keep

good girl.My good

coos, running his nose along the side of my

slowly palm me as he places a soft kiss against

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

before shoving two fingers deep inside

fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with

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

small amount of pain dissipates and

bit 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 my desire for this man is

feels so right

him, as if we were meant

strong pull towards

want to make him happy and please

fingers move slowly inside

walls

rhythm picks up evens

his fingers inside

deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

at the pleasure as I

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

the buttons clatter against the wooden

a loud,

stomach, reminding me of the

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice

I had completely forgotten about the

pissed about that but the last thing I needed was him

he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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