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.

a sharp sting forming where

question I

me he was an Alpha, but somehow

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he wants to know

seem to want

"Gabrielle."

his lips causes a shiver to run

a deep breath and a loud growl leaves

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 table with

other hand tightly grips my

it when I say your name, little

didn't just like it when he

spoke it only seemed to

making

could manage as an answer

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

up the inside of my thigh as his head

blouse hadn't dried a bit, so my bra was still clearly

can smell

soft but

and down

leaves the inside of my thigh

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

like it when

quickly nod my head

short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt between

than this man to keep

good

along the

to slowly palm me as he

want to feel you

shoving two fingers deep

my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the

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

the small amount of pain dissipates and all

and

right to be in

him, as

have this strong pull

make him happy and

slowly inside of

my walls and

rhythm picks up evens out

parts his fingers inside of me, stretching

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

the pleasure as

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

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as

fingers suddenly stop, and a

drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the dull pain

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping

completely forgotten about the new bruise on

that but the last thing I needed was him to murder a

say that because he sounds

"Answer.Me."

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