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 forming where his hand had

question I expect

me he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he

want to

"Gabrielle."

shiver to run down my spine

a deep breath and a loud growl leaves his

table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my

tightly grips my waist, my skirt riding

I say your name,

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

time he spoke it only seemed to

it was making it very apparent to any werewolf with a

could manage as an answer was a short nod of

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

the inside of my thigh as his head dipped

dried a bit, so my bra was

smell your

words began soft but ended with a

ran his nose up and down the

the inside of my thigh and shoots up,

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

you like it when I touch

nod my head

sharp pain, I loved how his

to

a good

his nose along the side of my

he places a soft kiss against my

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

before shoving two

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

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

pain dissipates and all that is

shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start

feels so right

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

strong

make him

move slowly

caressing my walls and

evens out at

his fingers inside of me,

his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot

toes curl at the pleasure as I move my hips against his

takes it as an invitation to release my arms and rip

against the wooden table as my blouse falls to

suddenly stop, and a loud,

his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping

had completely forgotten about the

still pissed about that but the last thing

only say that because he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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