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

ask you a question I expect that you

me he was an Alpha, but somehow I just

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

me happy that he wants to know

want

"Gabrielle."

a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to

deep breath and a

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 him

tightly grips my

when I say

he said

he spoke it only seemed to magnify

making it very apparent to any werewolf with

I could manage as an answer was

his hand moved from my waist to

of my thigh as his head

blouse hadn't dried a bit, so my bra was still

smell your

words began soft but ended with a

his nose up and down the valley between

of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between my

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

you like it when I touch

nod my head

the short lived sharp pain, I loved how

to keep touching me in

good

his nose along

as he places a soft

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

away before shoving two fingers

allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp

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

of pain dissipates and all

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

feels so right to

him, as if we were meant to be

have this strong

to make him happy and please

move slowly

walls

evens out at

inside

his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

at the pleasure as I move my hips against his

and he takes it as an invitation

wooden table

a loud, violent growl leaves

drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the dull

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping in

completely forgotten about the new

but the last thing I needed

because he sounds angry enough

"Answer.Me."

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