The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

I wake to the smell of bacon.

I blink open my eyes and look around, trying to locate the source. A plate is sat a meter away from me, two bacon sandwiches are on it. Next to the plate, is a pile of clothes.

I groan and stretch, popping my bones. I'm still in my wolf form, but someone has unlocked the chains for me.

I shift back and get dressed. I pick up the plate and start eating the sandwiches as I walk back up to the main part of the house.

My parents are waiting for me in the kitchen, I have twenty minutes before I need to leave for school.

'How was it' Mum asks worriedly.

I shrug. 'Shit,' I reply with a mouth full of bacon.

She rolls her eyes at me and Dad chuckles.

I finish my breakfast and then go upstairs to finish getting ready. I thought I'd feel worse than this, but I think I tired myself out so much that I slept really well.

I drive into school and find Grace already waiting for me in front of my parking space.

She's wearing a short skirt, a tank top and a cardigan. She looks hot.

'You look hot,' I tell her, voicing my thoughts.

I'm rewarded with my first blush of the day.

She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I lean down, making her job easier. She tastes of mint toothpaste and strawberries.

'How was family night' She asks as we walk into school together.

My mind blanks momentarily, as I try to work out what she's talking about.

'Oh, yeah! It was alright,' I reply quickly, and she gives me a funny look.

I hate lying to her.

'How was your evening' I add and she shrugs at me.

'It was okay! I helped Hannah make some cupcakes for her bring and buy sale.'

I gasp in fake horror. 'And you didn't save any for me'

She grins and pats her backpack.

'Why do you think I brought in a bigger bag today'

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her against me so that I can kiss her forehead.

'You, Strawberries, are the best girlfriend in the world.'

She giggles and wraps her arms around my waist.

'And don't you forget it, Mr. Archer.'

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I walk with Grace out of school, but instead of heading towards the gates, she turns towards the car park.

'Where are you going' I ask her, completely confused.

A small spark of hope settles in my chest.

What if she wants to come back to my house

Grace spins on her heel and grins at me.

'Rory and I are going shopping!'

My heart sinks. 'Oh, that's nice!'

Grace rushes over to Rory's car, where Rory is already inside and waiting.

'I've been meaning to get some new clothes,' she says as I come over. 'And Rory wants to check out some new shop or something.'

My lips twitch with a repressed smile. Grace clearly doesn't know what the 'new shop' in town is. An adult store.

I heard my mum talking about it to my auntie. They were getting all excited about checking it out; gross.

But my girlfriend shopping there Not gross at all.

'Enjoy it, baby. I'll text you later,' I tell her.

She leans up on her tiptoes and I meet her halfway, our lips colliding. I kiss her in front of everyone, silently staking my claim.

When I pull back, I catch a couple of guys from my year looking our way. I smirk, satisfied that I've just shown them that Grace is mine and mine only.

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Around 9 PM that evening, I'm in bed. My TV is on in the background and I'm checking my social media on my phone.

A text comes through from Grace.

I bought something.

There's an emoji after it, a person with their hands over their mouth like it's a shock or something.

What did you get

I reply, wondering why she has texted me this. Then, I remember the adult store.

No way.

Rory did not tell me that she was taking me to a sex shop!! She practically dragged me in (

I laugh out loud at her text. I wonder how red her cheeks went

Aw, baby. Was it scary Did you see lots of whips and dildos

There are a few minutes before she replies, and I start to worry that I shouldn't have teased her.

It was at first. Rory couldn't stop laughing. But I did end buying something…want to see it

My mouth goes dry, and I quickly lick my lips. My fingers stumble as I hurriedly reply.

Yes.

That's playing it cool, right Inside, I'm dying for her reply.

Her message comes in the form of a photo.

My cock becomes hard in an instant. It's the fastest hard—on I've ever had in my life.

The photo is of Grace, who stood in front of a mirror, wearing a red satin lingerie set.

The underwear itself isn't that racy. The bra is satin and covers everything important, the panties are made of satin with lace cut—outs on the hips.

It's not particularly revealing underwear. What makes it shocking is that it's Grace wearing it. And sending me a picture of it.

My innocent little Strawberries just sent me a nude!

Her red curls are tied up in a bun and, although half of her face is hidden by her phone, I can see she isn't wearing any make—up. She looks stunning and sexy at the same time.

Holy. Shit.

You look incredible.

I'll have to remember to thank Rory for dragging you into that store.

I send the texts and then lay my head back on my pillow. My cock is straining against my boxers, my mind isn't helping any by playing visions of me tearing the underwear off her sexy body.

My heart beats faster as my phone vibrates with an incoming message.

I'm so happy you like it! I was so scared to send that picture…

I want to reassure her, so I reply straight away.

You look amazing, Strawberries. And don't worry, that picture is for my eyes only. Right

Irrational anger fills me at the thought of anyone else seeing that photo. I take a deep breath and tell myself to calm down.

This is another problem with not marking Grace. I'm more emotional, quick to anger, shorter fuse, that kind of thing. I feel restless because I haven't claimed my mate.

Her text puts me at ease.

Yes!!! Just for you! Please don't show anyone.

Her text reassures me, and I reassure her.

I promise I won't. It's going in a locked folder on my photos.

Her reply makes me smile.

You're saving it

Of course I am!

Um, hell yeah. You look so hot, Strawberries.

There are a few minutes before she replies. I turn off the TV and get ready for bed.

When I come back to my phone, her reply has come through.

Are you going to…touch yourself whilst looking at it

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. My cock is still hard as a rock, so I was planning on doing that in a bit, but I can't tell if she'd be angry or not…

I try to gauge her feelings about it. I mean, we're going out, surely she'd prefer I use images of her whilst I jerk off than porn or something

Do you want me to

There. Equally as vague.

I'm anxious for her reply, and when it comes, it doesn't disappoint.

I was kinda hoping you would. I can send more if you want

Shit, Strawberries. You're killing me.

Don't feel like you have to! But you've already made me hard with that one photo, Strawberries.

I realize that I'm already touching myself over my boxers. I push them down my legs and kick them off, leaving me naked in bed.

Grace's text comes through.

Are you touching yourself now

I swallow hard and take my cock in my hand.

Shit, I think nudes are turning into sexting.

Maybe.

I smirk as I hit send. I scroll back up and save the image to my camera roll. I load it up and start stroking my hand up and down my dick.

Grace's message pops through at the top of my screen.

Can I see

My lips part in surprise.

You want me to send you a dick pic

Her reply is almost instant.

You don't have to!! But yeah, I miss him. I'd like to see Axel Junior.

I chuckle at her reply.

Axel Junior.

Well, who am I to deny my mate

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