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.

contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand had

you a question I expect that you will

hadn't told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I just

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he

seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between my

deep breath and a loud growl

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

my waist, my skirt

you like it when I say your name,

when he said my name, I loved

seemed to magnify the dampness of

for him and it was making it very apparent to

as an answer was a

hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and

the inside of my thigh as his head dipped

blouse hadn't dried a bit, so my bra

can smell

words began soft but ended with a

and down the valley between my

inside of my thigh and

firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to

like it when I

my

lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch

than this man to keep touching

a good

his nose along the side of

slowly palm me as he places a soft

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

my panties away before shoving two fingers deep

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

let out a little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at the

the small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left is a pleasant

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

just feels so right to be

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

strong pull towards

make him happy

slowly

my walls and

rhythm picks up evens out at

parts his fingers inside of me,

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

at the pleasure as I move

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

the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my

stop, and a loud, violent growl

across my stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his voice dripping in

about the new bruise on

about that but the last thing I needed was

say that because he sounds angry enough to do

"Answer.Me."

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