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.

sudden contact, a sharp sting forming

a question I

he was an Alpha, but somehow I

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants

want to know who

"Gabrielle."

a shiver to run down

and a loud

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

other hand tightly grips my waist, my

like it when I say your name,

didn't just like it when he said my

spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my

was making it very apparent

I could manage as an answer was a short

body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from

up the inside of my thigh as his head

bit, so my bra was still

can smell your

soft but ended with a

nose up and down the

the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping

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

like it when I touch

nod my

I loved

nothing more than this man to keep touching me in

a good girl.My

his nose along

palm me as he places a soft kiss

make you feel so good.I want to feel you squeeze my fingers in that beautiful cunt of

my panties away before shoving two fingers

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

a little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that

small amount of pain dissipates and all that

tells me that I shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an

so right to be

made for him, as if we

this strong pull

to make him

fingers move slowly inside of

my walls and curling his

rhythm picks up evens out

his fingers inside of

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

toes curl at the pleasure as I move my

it as an invitation to release my arms

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden

fingers suddenly stop, and a loud, violent

his fingers across my stomach,

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

forgotten about the new

last

he sounds angry enough

"Answer.Me."

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