The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

Grace's lips are insistent against mine, coaxing me to kiss her back. I can't resist my little mate.

My lips move against hers and my hands grasp her hips. She rocks herself against my erection and a growl escapes from my lips into the kiss.

If the sound surprises Grace, she doesn't show it. Her lips don't falter against mine and she pushes her tongue into my mouth.

My mate grinds herself against me, moaning as she gives herself pleasure from the friction. I tighten my hands on her hips, trying to hold her in place.

This is crossing into dangerous territory.

She kisses me more deeply and I pull back, breaking the kiss as Grace whines in frustration.

'Axel,' she gasps my name. Her pupils are dilated, the irises of her eyes barely visible. 'Please, I need you.'

I shake my head and grit my teeth, trying to hold myself back.

'No, Grace,' I tell her softly. 'I don't want us to rush into anything.'

Her shoulders sag and she rests her forehead against mine.

'I've never felt this…frustrated,' she confesses, her cheeks aflame. 'I need…'

Realization dawns on me. I don't want to pressure her or move too fast, but perhaps I can offer some relief.

'I know what you need, Strawberries,' I reply huskily. 'Let me take of you'

She nods quickly, eager for me to touch her.

I slide my hands from her hips and along her legs. When I get to the bottom of her skirt, I slide my hands underneath it, feeling the smooth flesh of her thighs.

My hands reach her hips, my thumbs brushing against her inner thighs as her breathing hitches.

She crushes her lips to mine, as if worried I might stop. I'm hard and aching beneath her, but I ignore it. This isn't about me. It's about her, making her feel good.

Grace gasps into my mouth the moment my thumb brushes over her panties. I run my thumb over her core again, pressing harder this time.

She practically mewls into the kiss and her hips jerk forwards in response.

I want to push her panties to the side and feel her, but I fear that I might lose all control and be tempted to bury my face between her legs, and I don't think she's ready for that.

I easily find her clit over the thin material. It is already soaked with her juices, making me internally groan that my little mate is so wet for me.

I circle her clit with my thumb and Grace moans loudly into the kiss, the noise vibrating through me.

She pulls back and pants heavily, her breath coming out in shallow gasps.

'Axe,' she whispers my name. 'That feels so…'

I watch as she trails off and her eyes close. Her mouth parts in the shape of an 'O' as I rub her harder.

'Good' I offer and she nods enthusiastically.

'Yes, so good,' she whimpers. 'More than good.'

'Have you ever made yourself come before, Strawberries' I ask softly.

Her cheeks turn red, and I have my answer before she even says anything.

'Yes,' she replies. 'But it feels so different when someone else is touching— oh!'

I keep my thumb directly over her clit, circling in it quickly. The friction is driving her mad and my little mate's hips rock back and forth, riding my thumb.

'Axel, don't stop,' she begs breathily.

Her eyes fall closed and suddenly her hips are still. She cries out and I quickly silence her by pressing my lips to her. I drown her moans in our kiss, never stopping rubbing her core.

She shakes on top of me as her orgasm hits her. I feel her panties become even wetter as her juices rush out of her with her climax.

When I feel her stop trembling, I stop moving my thumb and pull back. Breaking the kiss, I reposition her skirt and brush her hair from her face.

Grace opens her eyes and blinks a couple of times. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and I groan at the sight.

Fuck, I want her to use her mouth on me.

'How was that' I ask quickly, dispelling the dirty thoughts in my mind.

She bites her bottom lip and climbs off me, lying by my side.

'Thank you,' she whispers. 'That was…incredible. It's never felt like that before.'

I kiss her forehead. 'That's how it's meant to be, Strawberries. I like making you feel good.'

She shyly points to my hard—on, which is currently causing a tent in my jeans.

'What about you Do you want me to…you know…help'

I chuckle at her shy offer. 'No, Strawberries, I'm alright.'

I pull my covers over my waist, hiding my dick.

Grace pouts. 'But I want to make you feel good, too.'

'Not today, Strawberries,' I tell her. 'This was about you.'

She blushes and curls into my side. We watch the rest of the movie, trying to work out what happened during the part we missed.

We come downstairs when my parents call that dinner is ready. The four of us sit at the table together.

True to their word, my parents aren't too embarrassing. They don't ask too many probing questions and try to make Grace feel as relaxed and welcome as possible.

After we've eaten, I drive Grace home.

I park up against the pavement and she turns to me in her seat.

'Thank you so much for this weekend, it's honestly been the best weekend of my life,' she admits with a shy laugh.

'Me too, Strawberries.'

'I'm going to tell Mum about you tonight, which will probably mean she will want to meet you some night this week. Would you be alright with that You could come round for dinner after school'

I nod quickly. 'Of course. I want to meet her.'

Grace pulls a face. 'Wish me luck.'

'Just remember to tell her what a good boyfriend I am and how much I care about you, yeah' I remind her playfully. 'Oh, and it can't hurt to mention that I'm a mathematical genius.'

Grace laughs at me and shakes her head. 'Sure, I'll tell her.'

She leans over the console and kisses me. I hold her face gently and kiss her back, showing her how much she means to me.

'Bye, boyfriend,' she says with a grin.

'Bye, girlfriend,' I reply.

I watch as she gets out of the car and walks around the corner. With a smile on my face, I drive home.

By the time I arrive home, there's already a text from Grace.

Apart from the barrage of questions, she took it quite well.

I blow out a sigh of relief.

Good. Does she want me to come round

Grace's reply is instant.

Yep. Wednesday night. She's making a casserole.

I smile and reply to her as I enter my house.

Sounds good, I'll be there.

'I'm home!' I call out as I kick off my shoes.

I find my parents in the living room, they switch off the TV when I come in. Mum pats the sofa, encouraging me to sit down.

'I love her, Axel,' she says happily. 'She's gorgeous. So sweet and polite.'

Dad nods in approval. 'She's lovely.'

I smile at them, happy that my parents like my mate.

'She's perfect,' I tell them and they both 'aw' at me.

Maybe you should wear some Kevlar.

I frown as I read Grace's text. 'I'm gonna have dinner at Grace's on Wednesday night and meet her mum,' I tell my parents as I type my reply.

I thought you said she took it well

'That's fine, honey. Dinner is at six tonight,' Mum replies.

Not for protection from her, from my siblings.

Oh, shit. I forgot about the trio of half—siblings she has.

Ugh, kids.

And maybe wear a cup, too. George is about waist—high for you, and I'd hate for you to leave with any lasting damage.

I grimace at the thought of being head—butted in the nuts by a kid.

Good to know. I'll come in a full suit of armor.

Grace's reply makes me smile.

The only way to survive my family ;)

Moon Goddess, give me luck for Wednesday. It's three days away and I'm already bricking it.

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