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.

a sharp sting forming where his hand had come

a question I expect that you will

told me he was an Alpha, but

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

his name

"I'm Gabrielle"

makes me happy that he wants to

never seem to want

"Gabrielle."

coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down

breath and a loud growl leaves

arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the table with him pressed between

hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt

I say your name, little

he said my name,

spoke it only seemed to magnify

it was making it very apparent to any werewolf

I could manage as an answer was a short nod

whole body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and

my thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss against

dried a bit, so my bra was still

can smell your

words began soft but

nose up and down the valley between my

inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping

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

it when I touch

my

loved how his touch felt

than this man to keep touching me

a good

running his nose along

palm me as he places a soft kiss

to feel you squeeze my fingers in

before shoving two fingers deep inside

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

deep moan at the pleasure that comes

and

to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at

so right to be

was made for him, as if we were meant to be

have this strong pull towards

to make him happy and

fingers move slowly inside of

walls

up evens out at a brutal

inside

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

curl at the pleasure as I move

arch my back towards him and he takes it as an

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

a loud, violent growl leaves

across my stomach, reminding me of the dull

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

forgotten about the new bruise

the last

he sounds angry

"Answer.Me."

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