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 his hand had

a question I

Alpha.”He hadn't told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I just

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

his "My name is

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants to

seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

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

a deep breath and a loud growl leaves

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

other hand tightly grips my

like it when I say your

just like it when he said

spoke it only seemed to magnify the

it was making it very apparent to any werewolf

I could manage as an answer was a short nod of

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

the inside of my thigh as his head

a bit, so my bra was still clearly

can smell your

began soft but ended

his nose up and

of my thigh and shoots

a firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to

it

my head

pain, I loved how his touch

nothing more than this man to keep touching me

good girl.My good

along the

as he places a soft kiss against

good.I want to feel you squeeze

panties away before shoving two

fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with

the pain, and then a deep

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left is a pleasant

a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of work, but

just feels so right to

made for him, as if we were meant to be

this strong pull towards

make him

fingers move slowly

walls and

up evens out at a brutal

parts his fingers inside of me, stretching

spot inside of me

the pleasure as

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

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

a loud, violent growl leaves

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

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping

forgotten about the

still pissed about that but the last thing I needed

he sounds angry enough

"Answer.Me."

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