Chapter 5: Conference Room Shenanigans
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.
I gasp as the sudden contact, a sharp sting forming where his hand had come down.
"When I ask you a question I expect that you will answer it.Understood?"
"Yes, Alpha.”He hadn't told me he was an Alpha, but somehow I just knew.
He reeked of power.
An Alpha's power.
A low rumble left his chest at the apparent correct usage of his "My name is Issac.I'm only going to ask you one more time.What is your name?"
Issac.
Even his name was sexy.
"I'm Gabrielle"
It makes me happy that he wants to know my name.
Wolves never seem to want to know who I am.
"Gabrielle."
The sound of my name coming from his lips causes a shiver to run down my spine and wetness to pool between my legs.
He takes a deep breath and a loud growl leaves his throat.
He pushes me to lie flat on the table and pulls my arms over my head and holds them in one of his, my legs still dangling off the table with him pressed between them.
His other hand tightly grips my waist, my skirt riding up.
"Do you like it when I say your name, little mouse?"
I didn't just like it when he said my name, I loved it.
Every time he spoke it only seemed to magnify the dampness of my panties.
My body yearned for him and it was making it very apparent to any werewolf with a nose.
All I could manage as an answer was a short nod of my head.
My whole body was tingling in anticipation as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh, and then began sliding upwards.
His hand continued sliding up the inside of my thigh as his head dipped to press a kiss against my soaked chest.
My blouse hadn't dried a bit, so my bra was still clearly visible.
"I can smell your arousal."
His words began soft but ended with a rumble.
He ran his nose up and down the valley between my breasts.
His hand suddenly leaves the inside of my thigh and shoots up, gripping me between my legs.
He gives me a firm squeeze, causing a little squeal to leave my lips at the sudden painful pressure.
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
I quickly nod my head at him.
Despite the short lived sharp pain, I loved how his touch felt between my legs.
I wanted nothing more than this man to keep touching me in every way possible.
"That's a good girl.My good girl."
He coos, running his nose along the side of my neck.
He begins to slowly palm me as he places a soft kiss against my jaw.
"I'm going to make you feel so good.I want to feel you squeeze my fingers in that beautiful cunt of yours."
He ripped my panties away before shoving two fingers deep inside of me.
The sleekness between my legs allowed his fingers to easily slip inside, but it didn't help with the sharp pain that came with the unexpected intrusion.
I let out a little hiss at the pain, and then a deep moan at the pleasure that comes when he begins to move his fingers.
Soon the small amount of pain dissipates and all that is left is a pleasant pressure.
Every bit of my common sense tells me that I shouldn't be allowing a random werewolf to grab me and start fingering me in an empty room at my place of work, but my desire for this man is overpowering.
It just feels so right to be in his arms.
It's like my body was made for him, as if we were meant to be together.
I have this strong pull towards him.
I want to make him happy and please him.
His fingers move slowly inside of me.
He's caressing my walls and curling his fingers.
His rhythm picks up evens out at a brutal pace.
He parts his fingers inside of me, stretching me. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
He angles his fingers so they reach deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that sends shocks of pleasure throughout my core.
My toes curl at the pleasure as I move my hips against his hand.
I arch my back towards him and he takes it as an invitation to release my arms and rip open my blouse.
I can hear the buttons clatter against the wooden table as my blouse falls to my sides.
Issac's fingers suddenly stop, and a loud, violent growl leaves him.
He lightly drags his fingers across my stomach, reminding me of the dull pain there.
"Who did this, Gabrielle?"
He growls out, his voice dripping in anger.
"It's nothing.’’ I had completely forgotten about the new bruise on my stomach.
I was still pissed about that but the last thing I needed was him to murder a man.
I only say that because he sounds angry enough to do that.
"Answer.Me."
Issac wasn't playing around.
He looked enraged, and his claws were starting to come out, which worried me because his fingers were still deep inside me.
"Just some man in the conference room I was working in.I'm okay, really.It happens all the time."
Isaac looks slightly saddened by the back half of my sentence but doesn't address it.
"He will be punished for this.I promise you."
I want to protest this ‘punishment’ but I'm quickly pulled away from my thoughts when he yanks my bra down and latches his lips onto my nipple.
His fingers start back up again, claws no longer a threat and soon I am squirming and withering beneath him.
My pleasure is sent into overdrive when he begins rubbing his thumb against my clit.
His hand is moving impossibly fast, shaking my whole body.
His tongue swirls around my hardened nipple.
I arch my back and press my breasts closer to him.
He responds by gripping my bud between his teeth and giving a little tug.
My cry of pleasure is rewarded quicker circling on my clit.
Issac pulls away from my breast before moving to give the other one equal treatment.
His free hand has settled on my waist, while my hands are tightly gripping his shoulders like I was holding on for dear life.
Issac pulls away from my breasts and leans closer to my face, his fingers still relentlessly drilling into me.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
He viciously growls out.
I hadn't realized that I closed my eyes in the first place, but immediately open them at his command.
"Good girl.Now I want you to come for me” I fall over the edge, by body obeying his command to orgasm.
I arch my back and let out a cry of pleasure.
As I begin to tremble in the aftershocks of my orgasm his eyes seem to grow even blacker.
Only when I let out a strangled cry and my body slumps down onto the table, completely exhausted, do his fingers finally come to a stop.
I can feel my walls still pulsing around him.
He places a gentle kiss against my lips before pulling his fingers out of me and stepping away from me.
I'm left lying on the table, my legs still spread to him and my chest bare, my bra ripped apart, I'm too tired to even close my legs, and find myself surprisingly unbothered by the Alphas intense glaze on my body.
The Alpha has a look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
He looks like he was proud of his work.
And he should be, he's really fucking good at it.
"You look beautiful like this.Bare to me and completely submissive."
He tells me, his smile widening with his words, but I barely hear him.
I am so tired.
"Why am I so tired."
My words come out a little jumbled, my exhaustion evident.
I want nothing more than to sleep for a thousand years straight and I have no idea why.
I mean, all he did was finger me and I feel like I just ran a marathon.
"It's the mate bond."
He says as though it was obvious.
"I'll explain more later"
He makes his way back to me and scoops me up after wrapping the fallen sides of my now dry blouse around me, covering my chest from view.
"Sleep little mouse.’ And with that simple command, I fall asleep comfortably in his arms.