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

I ask you a question I

told me he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

me happy that he

to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

sound of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between

a deep breath and a

over my head and holds them in one of his, my

hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

it when I say your name,

just like it when he said my name, I loved

seemed to

making it very

I could manage as an answer was a short

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

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

a bit, so my bra was

smell

began soft but ended with a

nose up and down the valley

the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping

squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at

you like it when I touch

nod my head

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch

nothing more than this man to keep touching me in

good girl.My good

nose along the side of

he places a soft kiss

good.I want to feel you squeeze my

shoving

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

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

of pain dissipates and all that is left is a

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

right to be

made for him, as if we were meant

have this strong

make him

fingers move slowly

my walls and curling his

picks up evens out at

fingers inside of

reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me

toes curl at the pleasure as I move

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

against the wooden table as my blouse falls

stop, and a loud, violent

stomach,

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

completely forgotten about

the last thing I needed was him to murder

he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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