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 hand

you a question I expect that you

me he was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

left his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he wants to

never seem to want to know who

"Gabrielle."

coming from his lips causes a shiver to

deep breath and a loud growl leaves his

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

my

I say your name, little

it when he said my name,

he spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of

body yearned for him and it was making it very apparent to any

an answer was a short

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

sliding up the inside of my thigh as his

bit, so

smell your

began soft but

his nose up and

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

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

it

my

the short lived sharp pain, I loved

nothing more than this man to keep touching

good

nose along the side of

begins to slowly palm me as he places a

want to feel you squeeze my fingers in

before shoving two fingers deep inside

easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with the unexpected

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

dissipates and all that is left is

sense tells me that I shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start

just feels so right to be

for him, as if we were meant

have this strong pull towards

to make him happy

fingers move slowly

my walls and curling his

rhythm picks up evens out

his fingers inside

angles his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me

toes curl at the pleasure as I move my hips against

it as an invitation to release my

the wooden table as my blouse falls

fingers suddenly stop, and a loud,

lightly drags his fingers across my stomach,

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping

nothing.’’ I had completely forgotten about the

still pissed about that but the last thing I needed

because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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