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.

the sudden contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand had

a question I

told 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

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

he wants to know my

never seem to want to

"Gabrielle."

lips causes a shiver

takes a deep breath and a loud growl leaves

my arms over my head and holds them in one

other hand tightly grips my waist,

you like it when I say your name, little

when he

time he spoke it only seemed to magnify the

him and it was making it very apparent to any werewolf with a

could manage as an answer was a short nod

whole body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from

hand continued sliding up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press

a bit, so my bra was still

can smell your

but ended with a

nose up and

my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between my

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

you like it when

my head at

pain, I loved how his touch felt

more than this man to keep touching me in

good girl.My good

coos, running his nose along the side of my

slowly palm me as he places

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

my panties away before shoving

but it didn't help with the sharp pain that

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

small amount of pain dissipates and all that is

shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my

so right to be in

my body was made for him, as if we

have this strong

him

slowly

my walls

rhythm picks up evens out at a brutal

fingers inside

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

the pleasure as I move my

he takes it as an invitation to release my arms and

can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my

a loud, violent growl leaves

drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

growls out, his voice dripping in

completely forgotten about the new bruise on

but the last thing

he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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