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

you a question I

he was

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants to know my

want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool

breath and a loud growl leaves

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

my

it when I say your name,

just like it when he said my name,

it only seemed to

and it was making it very

an answer was a short

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

of my thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss against

bit, so my bra was still

can smell your

began soft but

up and down the valley between

leaves the inside of my thigh and shoots up,

me a firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden

you like it when

nod my head at

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch

than this man to keep touching me

good girl.My

his nose along

to slowly palm me as he places a soft

make you feel so good.I want to feel you squeeze my

before shoving two

sleekness between my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came

let out a little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left is a pleasant

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

feels so right to

for him, as if we were meant to be

strong pull towards

want to make him happy and please

move slowly

caressing my walls and curling

up evens

fingers inside of me,

spot inside of me that sends

toes curl at the pleasure as I move

and he takes it as an

the wooden table as

stop, and a loud, violent growl

across my stomach, reminding me of the

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

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

the last thing I needed was him to murder a

he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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