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

a question I expect that you will answer

told me he was an

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

of his "My name is Issac.I'm

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he

seem to want to know who

"Gabrielle."

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 loud growl leaves his

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

my waist, my

I

like it when he

spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

making it very apparent to any werewolf with a

an answer

body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved

as his head dipped to press a

a bit, so my bra was still clearly

can smell

soft but ended with a

up and down

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

firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips

you like it when I touch

my head at

pain, I loved how his touch

to keep touching me in every

a good girl.My good

coos, running his nose along the side

he places a soft kiss against my

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

panties away before shoving two

his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help

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

pain dissipates and all

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 meant to

have this strong pull towards

make him happy and

fingers move slowly inside

my walls

picks up evens out at

parts his fingers inside

deeper, hitting a spot

at the pleasure as I move my hips

as an invitation to release my arms and rip open

buttons clatter against the wooden

stop, and a

drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping in

nothing.’’ I had completely forgotten about the new bruise on

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

only say that because he sounds angry enough to do

"Answer.Me."

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255