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

you a question I

he was an

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he wants to know

seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

shiver to

breath and

holds them

tightly grips my waist,

when I

just like it when he said my name,

time he spoke it only seemed

was making it very apparent to any werewolf with

I could manage as an answer was

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

of my thigh as his head dipped to press

hadn't dried a bit, so my

smell your

began soft but ended with

ran his nose up and

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

a little squeal to leave my lips at

you like it when I

my

lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch

than this man to keep touching

a good

nose along the side

slowly palm me as he places a

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

my panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside of

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

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

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 my place of work, but my desire for this man is

just feels so right to

my body was made for him, as if

have this strong pull

want to make him happy and

move slowly inside

walls and curling

up evens out at a

his fingers inside of me, stretching

reach deeper, hitting a spot inside

as I

my back towards him and he takes it as an invitation to release my arms and rip

the wooden table as my

stop, and a loud,

stomach, reminding me of the

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice

about the new

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

only say that because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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