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.

contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand

I ask you a question I expect that

Alpha.”He hadn't told me he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he

seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between my

breath and a

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

hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

like it when I say your name,

it when he said

spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

it was making it

could manage as an answer

anticipation as his hand moved from

my thigh as

a bit, so my bra

smell your

words began soft but

ran his nose up and down the valley between my

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

firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my

you like it when I touch

nod my

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt between

this man to keep touching me in

good girl.My

nose along

begins to slowly palm me as he places a

to feel you squeeze my fingers in that beautiful

shoving two fingers

sleekness between my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but

deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he begins to

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is

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

right to

was made for him, as if we were meant

have this strong pull towards

to make him

slowly

my walls

picks up evens out

his fingers inside of me,

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

pleasure as I

as an invitation to release my

hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse

stop, and a loud, violent growl

lightly drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping

completely forgotten about

that but the last thing I needed was him to murder a

say that because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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