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

ask you a question I expect that you will

told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more time.What is

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants

seem to want to

"Gabrielle."

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

deep breath and a loud

flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs

my waist, my skirt riding

I say your name, little

like it when he said my name, I

he spoke it only seemed to

him and it was making it very

answer was a

in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to

up the inside of my thigh as his

bit, so my bra was

smell your

but ended

up and

my thigh

squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave

you like it when I

quickly nod my head

pain, I loved how his

this man to keep touching me in every

a good girl.My

along the side of my

as he places a soft

make you feel so good.I want to feel you

ripped my panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside of

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

pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he begins

and all that is left is a pleasant

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 place

feels so right to be in

him, as if we were meant to

strong

to make him

move slowly inside

my walls and curling

rhythm picks up evens out at a

parts his fingers inside of me, stretching

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

the pleasure as I move my hips against

it as an

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse falls

stop, and a loud, violent

across my stomach, reminding me of the dull pain

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his

about the new bruise

but the last thing I needed was him to murder a

he sounds angry enough to

"Answer.Me."

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