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.

sharp sting forming

a question I expect

hadn't told me he was an Alpha,

He reeked of power.

An Alpha's power.

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

Issac.

name was

"I'm Gabrielle"

that he wants to know

never seem to want to know

"Gabrielle."

his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine

takes a deep breath and

table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still

my waist, my skirt riding

when I say

when he said my name, I loved

spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness

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

as an answer was a

hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began sliding

of my thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss

blouse hadn't dried a bit, so my bra was

can smell your

words began soft but

his nose up and down the

suddenly leaves the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me

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

more than this man to keep touching me in every

good girl.My good

nose along the side of

slowly palm me as he places a soft

want to feel you squeeze my fingers in that

ripped my panties away before shoving two

but it

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

of pain dissipates and all that is left

allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me

feels so right to be in his

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

strong

to make him

fingers move slowly

caressing my walls and curling his

rhythm picks up evens out at a

his fingers inside

angles his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of pleasure throughout

at the pleasure as I

arch my back towards him and he takes it as an invitation

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

fingers suddenly stop, and a loud,

lightly drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me

"Who did this, Gabrielle?"

his voice dripping

about the new bruise on my

was still pissed about that but the last thing I needed was him to murder a

say that because he

"Answer.Me."

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