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

question I expect that you

was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you

Issac.

name

"I'm Gabrielle"

happy that he wants to know my

to want to know who I

"Gabrielle."

causes a shiver to run down my spine

deep breath and a loud growl leaves his

on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds

other hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

it when I

when he said my name, I loved

it only seemed

it was making it

an answer

his hand moved from my

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

bit, so my bra was still

can smell

began soft but ended with a

and down

thigh and shoots

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

you like it

my head

short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt

this man to keep touching me in

a good girl.My

nose along the side

begins to slowly palm me as he places a

so good.I want to feel you

away before shoving two fingers deep inside of

sleekness between my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't

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

the small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left

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

so right to be

was made for him, as if we were

have this strong

make him happy

slowly inside of

my walls and

rhythm picks up evens out at a

parts his fingers inside of me,

deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of

curl at the pleasure as I move my hips

as an invitation to release my arms and rip open

hear the buttons clatter against the wooden

stop, and a loud,

his fingers across my stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his

about the

was still pissed about that but the last thing I needed was

he sounds angry enough

"Answer.Me."

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