The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

Grace nods, giving me permission to remove her underwear. I hook my fingers in the elastic and pull, sliding them down.

She blushes as her pussy is revealed to me. The hair is trimmed short and in a little triangle. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, but Grace's face is on fire.

Her hands move to cover herself up, but I catch her wrists. I pin her hands down on the bed and lean over to kiss her.

'You are perfect,' I murmur between kisses.

I sit between her legs, unable to take my eyes off of the junction between her thighs. I stroke my hands up her legs, admiring how soft her skin is.

Her breathing hitches as my hands make it to her inner thighs. I slide them higher, and I hear her heartbeat stutter. I part her lower lips with my thumbs, exposing her pink pussy to me.

Fuck.

I clench my teeth together, desperately holding myself back. I want to bend down and taste her, but I told Grace I would only use my hands tonight.

I can feel Grace's eyes on me as I trail a finger down her wet heat. I run it up and down, coating it in her juices. She's so wet for me and I love it.

With my finger slick, I gently ease it inside of her. A whimper leaves Grace's mouth as I slide into my knuckle. She's so tight around me, it makes me worried when we take things further. I will have to make sure she's ready.

I gradually pump my finger in and out of her. Grace's body shakes with little tremors. Her eyes close and she bites down on her bottom lip. Her small hands grip the bed sheets.

I love seeing her like this, making her feel good.

When I think she is ready, I add a second finger. She moans, letting me know that she likes the stretched feeling. With two fingers inside her, I reach up to circle her clit with my thumb.

Grace's eyes fly open the moment I make contact with the little bundle of nerves. She looks at me with wide eyes, her lips parted.

'Axel,' she gasps my name and writhes on the bed.

I clamp my free hand down on her thigh, holding her still as I pleasure her.

'I want to see you come, Grace,' I tell her huskily.

There is no room for embarrassment as her orgasm hits. She moans loudly and her already tight pussy clenches around my fingers. I scissor my fingers inside her, trying to prolong her climax.

Her juices coat my fingers, dripping down my hand to my wrist. Her breathing is quick and shallow as she catches her breath back.

'Holy crap,' she whispers.

I pull my hand back and grab the pajama bottoms from the floor. I wipe my fingers on them, cleaning them off.

Grace covers herself up with the duvet as I climb in next to her. I pull her into my arms, wanting to hold her close.

'How was that' I ask her.

She giggles shyly and buries her face in my neck. 'Incredible.'

I kiss her forehead.

'That was so hot, having you come around my fingers, fuck.'

Her cheeks burn at my crude words, but from the hitch in her breath, I know she loves it.

We talk for a few minutes more, and then fall asleep.

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Grace and I spend Sunday morning together. We have breakfast with my parents and then take another walk around the estate.

The weather is still warm and sunny, but soon autumn will be here, so we make the most of the sunshine.

At lunch, I drive us into town and treat us to waffles. We argue over flavors again, but it ends in kisses.

We decide to agree to disagree about waffle toppings.

I drop Grace home and she invites me inside. I greet her mum and her siblings and end up staying for almost two hours after I'm dragged into a game of twister.

It started off as twister, but kids have such short attention spans. I was forced to play board games, hide and seek and something called ride the donkey, which turned out to be me on my hands and knees whilst the little cretins climbed onto my back.

Three kids combined can actually weigh a lot.

I groan and crack my back as I finally make it back to the safety of my home. I have a text from Grace.

You were amazing with my brothers and sister. Thank you for being so good to them, I know they're a lot to handle. You've earned yourself a treat.

A gif pops up under the text of a girl sucking on an ice lolly.

My eyes widen in surprise.

Is my innocent human girlfriend actually sending gifs to imply sucking me off

I guess she is.

And I like it.

Apparently, I'm corrupting this innocent beauty one orgasm at a time.

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Monday is the same as usual. I have classes with Grace, which is great. When I come home, my dad has brought back chains from the pack cells.

He sets them up in the cellar, ready for the full moon tomorrow night.

I love Grace, but I wish she wasn't human sometimes. It's actually kind of fun having to take this slowly. It means we're not rushing into anything, and I know that I am earning her trust and developing true feelings, but I hate having to hide such a big secret from her.

She is the one most important person in my life, and she doesn't know what I am. She doesn't know my biggest secret and I hate that. I want her to know everything about me.

It's hard to control myself sometimes, too. I just want to mark her. I should have done so already and it's killing me to stop myself. Damn humans and their slow relationships.

Tuesday is much the same as Monday. We get given some work to complete for the following week, Grace and I pass notes in lessons.

She invites me round for dinner and I have to decline. I don't want to lie, so I try and be economical with the truth. I tell her that my parents want to spend some time with me this evening.

Grace buys it and I don't feel too guilty, because it is a partial truth. My parents do want to spend time with me.

When I get home, Dad has already cooked dinner for the three of us. We're eating early because, as soon as the sun sets, I'm going down into the basement.

I get some work done after eating, but it's hard to remain focused. I've heard of shifters having to do this before, but it's mostly when they're mated to a human or, for some reason, can't mark their mate straight away.

When the sun starts to set, I sigh and drop my pen back onto my book. I change out of my clothes and into a loose pair of shorts. They will rip when I shift anyway.

My mum gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I force a reassuring smile for her. I hand her my phone.

'I told Grace we were having family night, so she probably won't text much. If she calls, can you tell her I've got a migraine or something' I ask her and she nods.

'Of course, darling.'

I go downstairs to the basement, where Dad is waiting. He has looped the chains through some O—rings attached to the walls.

I kneel down and he carefully wraps them around my body and my wrists. I shiver and goose—bumps break out on my skin at the feeling of the cold metal.

He pulls them tight and tests their strength.

'Call if you need anything, we'll be upstairs,' he says grimly and then leaves.

I sit back against the wall and wait.

It doesn't take long. I feel the effects quickly.

At first my body starts to heat up. Then, I begin to shake uncontrollably. When it becomes too much, I shift, tearing through my shorts.

A restlessness settles on me, and I pace back and forth, trying to tire myself out.

I know when the full moon rises completely, because I lose myself. My vision blacks briefly and when I reopen my eyes, all I can think about is Grace.

My mind fills with images of her, visions of me marking her, mating her. I pull on the restraints, growling in frustration when they hold me back.

I imagine myself breaking free and running down the streets to her house. I want to tear down her door and go up to her room.

I pull against the chains again, hearing them clink in protest. They hold fast, keeping me back.

I throw myself towards the door, getting yanked back by the chains each time.

After a few hours, I feel them loosen slightly and start to pull from the wall. But I start to get tired and no longer have the strength to fight them.

I howl loudly, letting out my disappointment and irritation, before curling up into a ball to go to sleep.

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