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.

sharp sting forming where

ask you a question I expect that you will answer

he was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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 is

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he

to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine

breath and

over my head and holds them in one of his, my

my waist, my

when I say

like it when he said my name, I

time he spoke it only seemed to

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

as an answer was a short nod of

hand moved from my waist

up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss against my

bit, so my

smell

but ended

nose up and down the valley between my

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

a little squeal to

it when I touch

nod my head

pain, I loved

man to keep touching me in every way

a good girl.My good

running his nose along

begins to slowly palm me as he

to feel you squeeze my fingers

ripped my panties away before shoving two fingers deep

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

hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at

amount of pain dissipates and all

bit 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

right to

him, as if we were

this strong pull

make him happy and

move slowly inside

my walls

rhythm picks up evens out at a

fingers inside of

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

as I move my hips against

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

the buttons clatter against the wooden

stop, and a loud, violent growl

across my stomach,

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his

completely forgotten about the new bruise on my

the last thing I

that because he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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