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

question I

told me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

low rumble left his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

me happy that he wants to know

never seem to want

"Gabrielle."

his lips causes a shiver to run down my

deep breath and

table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the

hand tightly grips my waist,

it when I say your

just like it when he said my name, I

seemed

and it was making it

could manage as an answer was a short nod

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

up the inside of my thigh as

bit, so my

can smell your

words began soft but ended with

nose up and

the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me

squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at

like it when I

quickly nod my head at

I loved how his touch

to keep touching

good

nose along the side of

begins to slowly palm me as he places a soft kiss

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

shoving two fingers deep inside of

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

at the pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes

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

right to be in

was made for him, as if we were

strong pull

want to make him happy and please

fingers move slowly inside of

my walls

rhythm picks up evens out at a brutal

fingers inside of

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

as I move my

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

the wooden table as my blouse

a loud,

his fingers across my stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping

completely forgotten about the new bruise on my

the last thing I needed was him to murder

because he

"Answer.Me."

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