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

I ask you a question I expect

he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants to know

never seem to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

lips causes a shiver to run

deep breath and a loud

pushes me to lie flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my

grips my waist, my skirt

you like it when I say your name, little

he

he spoke it only seemed to magnify

making it very apparent

I could manage as an answer was a short

in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my

sliding up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press

so my bra

can smell your

words began soft but ended with

his nose up and down the valley between my

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

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

you like it when

nod my

short lived sharp pain, I loved how his

than this man to keep touching me

a good girl.My good

running his nose along the side

palm me as he

make you feel so good.I want to feel you

panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside of

allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't

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

and all that is

allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an

so right

my body was made for him,

strong pull

him happy and please

fingers move slowly inside

my walls

picks up evens out at a

parts his fingers inside of me, stretching

a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

the pleasure as I move my

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

clatter against the wooden table as my blouse falls to my

suddenly stop, and a loud, violent growl

across my stomach, reminding me of the dull pain

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

forgotten about the new bruise

still pissed about that but the last thing I needed

say that because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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