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 had come

a question I expect that you will

was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants to know

want to know

"Gabrielle."

from his lips causes a shiver to run down

a deep breath and a loud growl leaves his

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

other hand tightly grips my waist, my

you like it when I say your name,

when he said my name, I loved

it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

and it was making it very apparent

an answer was a short nod of my

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

as his head dipped

so my bra was still clearly

can smell your

words began soft but

nose up and down the valley between

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

a little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden

it when I touch

my head at

lived sharp pain, I loved how his

than this man to keep touching

good girl.My

his nose along

to slowly palm me as he places a soft kiss against

good.I want to feel you squeeze my fingers in

away before shoving two fingers deep inside of

inside, but it didn't help

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

pain dissipates and

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

feels so right

my body was made for him, as if we were meant to be

have this strong pull towards

to make him happy and please

slowly inside

caressing my walls and

evens out

his fingers inside of me, stretching

they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that

at the pleasure as I move my hips

arch my back towards him and he takes it as an invitation to

against the wooden table as

suddenly stop, and a loud, violent growl leaves

my stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

about the new bruise

about that but the last thing I needed was

say that because he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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