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 forming where his hand had come

ask you a question I expect that

hadn't told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more time.What is your

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants

seem to want

"Gabrielle."

name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness

deep breath and a loud

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

other hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

I say your name, little

it when he said my name, I loved

time he spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

was making it very apparent to

an answer was a short nod of my

moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began

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

a bit, so my bra was still clearly

can smell

words began soft but

nose up and down the

leaves the inside of my thigh and

squeal

you like it when I

quickly nod my head at

loved how his touch felt between my

more than this man to keep touching me in every

a good

along the side of my

palm me as he places

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

my panties away before shoving two fingers

but it didn't help with the sharp pain that

a deep moan at the pleasure

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left

to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of work, but my desire for this man is

just feels so right to be

made for him, as if we were meant to

strong pull towards

want to make him

slowly inside of

my walls and

picks up evens out at

parts his fingers inside of

a spot

toes curl at the pleasure as I move

back towards him and he takes it as an invitation to

wooden table as my blouse falls

and a loud, violent growl leaves

stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping in

completely forgotten about the new

about that but the last thing I needed was him

he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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