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.

gasp as the sudden contact, a sharp sting

I ask you a question I

Alpha.”He hadn't told me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he wants

want to know who

"Gabrielle."

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

deep breath and a loud growl leaves

arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off

other hand tightly grips my waist, my

when I say your

didn't just like it when he said my name, I

it only seemed to

was making

manage as an answer was a short nod of

his hand moved

as his head dipped to press

dried a bit, so my bra was

can smell

but ended

his nose up and down the

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

little squeal to leave

you like it when I touch

my head at

loved how his touch felt between

wanted nothing more than this man to

good

running his nose along the

he places a soft kiss against my

feel you squeeze my

away before shoving two

but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with

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

the small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left

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

feels so right to

my body was made for him, as if we were

strong

make him

move slowly inside of

my walls and curling his

picks up evens out at a brutal

fingers inside of me,

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

at the pleasure as I move my hips

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

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as

and a

fingers across my stomach, reminding me of

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping in

forgotten about the new bruise on

still pissed about that but the last thing I needed was

that because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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