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

ask you a question I

was an

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants

never seem to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between

a deep breath and a loud growl

over my head and holds them in one of his, my

hand tightly grips my

I

he said my name,

seemed to magnify the dampness of my

it was making

manage as an answer was a short nod

anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and then

the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press a

a bit, so my

can smell

words began soft but

up and down

inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping

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

you like it when I

my head

loved

to keep touching me

a good girl.My good

along the

begins to slowly palm me as he places a soft kiss against

feel you squeeze my fingers in that

away before shoving two fingers deep inside

easily slip inside, but it didn't help with

then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he

of pain dissipates and all that is left is

common 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 of work, but

so right to be

him, as if we were meant to

strong pull towards

him

move slowly inside

caressing my walls and curling

evens out at a

fingers inside of me, stretching

deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of pleasure throughout my

pleasure as I move my

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

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden

fingers suddenly stop, and a

stomach, reminding

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

out, his

nothing.’’ I had completely forgotten about the new

that but the last thing I

that because he sounds angry enough

"Answer.Me."

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