The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

I'm confused when Rixon drives past the turning to his house and continues deeper into the forest, he says nothing but smirks at me, enjoying my curiosity. I don't know where we're heading, but as long as it's far away from my parents' territory, I don't care.

I frown as the road thins out into a dirt track; his car easily rolls over the bumpy road. The headlights and the moon are the only things penetrating the thick blackness that envelops the trees surrounding us.

Just as I get the feeling he might have brought me here to kill me, the road makes a sharp turn, and a clearing comes into view.

Situated in the middle of it is the most beautiful log cabin.

'Oh my God,' I whisper, jumping out before Rixon has even turned off the engine. The roof is lined with fairy lights, illuminating the front porch and carved designs on the front door.

He remembered.

I told him I love fairy lights. I turn to see Rixon is smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

'You like it' He asks, grinning excitedly. Smiling like that, in a tux, with his tattoos peeking over the edges of his shirt, he is literally irresistible.

I leap into his arms; he catches me with ease and rolls his eyes.

'I love it,' I tell him, kissing his lips and then moving down his jaw, his neck...

'Stop,' he mutters huskily, his hands tightening on my thighs.

'You put up those fairy lights for me' I ask, jumping down from his arms so we can go inside.

'Of course, fell off the roof doing it though,' he lifts up his shirt and blazer to reveal a purple bruise on his ribs. I try not to laugh at his serious expression as he shows me his war wound.

'Aw, bless you,' I reply, but I can't keep my laughter in any longer. He scoffs at me and retrieves our bags from the boot.

'Come on, wait till you see inside,' I follow him up the steps, he unlocks the door and the woody—outdoors smell melts into something sweeter, like cinnamon.

'Fuck sake,' he curses as he hits the lights, and the cabin is illuminated.

My mouth hangs open as I take in the beautiful rugs covering the floorboards, the comfy sofas surrounding a stunning stone fireplace, the large oak dining table and country—style kitchen.

'Sorry, Callie's been burning her candles again,' Rixon mumbles, shaking his head in disgust for cinnamon.

I love cinnamon, but it's obviously not his favorite scent.

'What do you think' He asks over his shoulder, I follow him through to the bedroom and I have to resist jumping on the tempting double bed.

Fuck it.

I leap onto the bed, ball gown and all.

I lay on my back as Rixon chuckles, the bed suddenly dips and springs back up again and I laugh as I see he has landed next to me.

'I love it, it's beautiful,' I tell him, putting my hand in his. We lay there for a few minutes, in our evening attire, holding hands.

'My siblings and I bought it a couple of years ago, we brought Callie hereafter...' he trails off and I nod silently, letting him know that I know what he's talking about.

'She was nervous about being near another pack, so we thought we'd find somewhere secluded for a bit, we stayed here until we bought our other house.' He stands up and looks around at the bedroom. 'But then we couldn't bring ourselves to sell this place either.'

'I don't blame you, it's amazing.' I get up off the bed and start undoing the back of my dress.

'Here, let me,' Rixon says, coming over and standing behind me to help.

I shiver as he runs his finger down the back of my neck and along my shoulder, he's only touching me in the slightest way, but it brings out goose—bumps on my skin. I bite my lip as he slowly undoes the zipper on my dress, I suddenly feel nervous as it falls to the floor. My dress pools at my feet, leaving me wearing nothing but my thong.

He reaches around me and takes hold of my breasts, his fingers gently torturing my nipples. I hold in a moan and lean my head back, resting it on his chest.

'Do you like that' He whispers huskily in my ear, instead of answering, I turn around and pull him down for a kiss.

I show him just how much I like it as I kiss him, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling gently. He groans, his hands tighten on my waist.

He pulls away and throws me onto the bed, making me squeal and bounce on the mattress. Before I have to react, he's on top of me, kissing down between my breasts. I lay back and accept his affection, smiling to myself out how lucky I am to have a guy that is both sexy and generous in the bedroom.

He pulls off my thong, and for the first time, doesn't pocket it for himself. I raise an eyebrow at him, but he shrugs and runs his tongue up the length of my pussy, quietening the sarcastic remark I'm about to make.

I close my eyes as he teases me with his tongue, constantly changing speed and pressure until I'm panting and gripping the bed—sheets in my fists. His variations mean I never come close enough to orgasm, but definitely make me want to.

I pull him into a kiss as he moves back on top of me, he tastes of Rixon and me and I like it. We break away only to take off his shirt, he kicks off his trousers and I pounce on him, yanking down his boxers to release my favorite part of him.

Well, one of my favorite parts.

I take him into my mouth and control my breathing as I take him all the way, feeling him push down my throat. He hisses and curses, his hips involuntarily jutting forwards. If my mouth wasn't full of dick, I'd smile at his uncontrollable reactions.