The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

I haven't sent a dick pic in a long time and even then, I only sent nudes to one girl.

I find a good angle, getting in my big thighs. Girls love that shit.

I feel a bit nervous as I hit send.

It's a Wednesday night and I never thought I'd be exchanging nudes with my innocent girlfriend.

Not quite so innocent anymore.

Should I feel bad for corrupting her

I can't feel bad, not when it feels this good.

Fuck. I want to suck him.

Grace's reply makes me drop my phone on my face. I curse as it hits my lip. It immediately starts to swell up, where it knocked against my teeth.

Fuck sake.

That text made me drop my phone! I want you to as well.

I rub my sore lip as I reply to her.

I switch back to Grace's picture and start touching myself again. Grace doesn't reply for a few minutes, so I get into it.

I stare at the picture. I've seen the lower half of her body, but I've never seen her boobs before.

From what I could tell from when she's worn tight clothing, her breasts are the perfect handful for me. Seeing them in the bra, pushed up and offered like that, fuck.

I just want to squeeze them and kiss them. I want to see her nipples. I wonder what color they are.

'Fuck,' I curse under my breath as my orgasm looms.

Grace replies to me as my balls tuck up against my body, ready for an orgasm.

Her message pops up at the top of the screen, above her nude.

I just came whilst looking at your dick pic.

FUCK!

Her text sends me over the edge. Picturing my little mate touching herself whilst she looks at my cock is too much.

My orgasm bolts through me. My whole body tenses up and then relaxes. Thick ropes of my come land in hot streams across my hand and chest.

I lay panting for a moment, catching my breath.

Once I've cleaned myself up, I reply to Grace.

That text was so hot that it made me come.

I can imagine Grace blushing her head off as we exchange texts. I can't believe how dirty my girl is being.

We message back and forth until 10, when we say goodnight. I can't wait to see her at school tomorrow.

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I arrive at school with a smile on my face. Xaden doesn't even bother to ask, he knows it's a cause of Grace. I'm glad he doesn't, because I wouldn't tell him anyway.

What my girl and I do is my business. I'm not going to brag about it in the locker—room like an ass.

I'm sat in the common room with Rory, Finlay and Xaden when Grace arrives.

It's slightly colder today. She's wearing a big jumper and leggings. I undress her with my eyes, imaging the red lingerie beneath.

I snap out of it when she walks over to us, a small smile on her lips.

It's not even 9 AM, get your head out of the gutter.

I scold myself for mentally undressing her. She's my girlfriend, but I shouldn't be sexualizing her like that.

As soon as she is within reaching distance, I grab her waist and pull her onto me. She squeaks with surprise but gets comfy, snuggling against me.

'Did your girlfriend tell you about our shopping trip' Rory asks with a grin.

Grace blushes bright red and buries her face in my neck. Xaden and Finlay look over with interest, but Rory quickly shoos them away with her hand.

'We had a lot of fun,' Rory says proudly. 'Grace was embarrassed, but I managed to convince her to try some stuff on.'

Grace nuzzles her face further into my neck and I wrap my arms around her. I look at Rory over Grace's head.

'Thank you,' I mouth to her.

She grins. 'Anytime,' she mouths back.

'Was the red underwear the only thing you got from there' I whisper in Grace's ear.

She groans and tightens her hold on me. 'No,' she admits quietly.

I tense up and then look down at her. 'No What else did you get'

I try and fail to keep the excitement out of my voice. Grace looks up at me with burning cheeks.

'Rory made me get it in white, too,' she mumbles. 'And something called a garter belt.'

I groan and squeeze her full hips.

Fuck.

I'm getting a fucking hard—on in the common room.

'Shit, the images running through my mind right now, Strawberries,' I whisper huskily. 'All the things I want to do to you.'

She giggles nervously and covers her face with her hands. I pull them back and bring my lips to hers, quieting any embarrassing protests she is about to make.

'Thank you for last night,' I tell her, referring to the picture. 'I loved it, but please don't think you have to send those pictures or buy that underwear to make me happy. I'm happy with you.'

She looks around to make sure no one is listening and then leans in close to me.

'That's why I did it, Axe. You've been so good and gentle with me. You haven't pressured me once and I trust you. I wanted to treat you as a thank you for treating me so well. I appreciate you going slow for me.'

The thing is, we have been going slow for shifters, but I actually think we've been moving quite fast for humans. It makes me wonder what the guys were like at her old school.

Were they dicks who pressured girls all the time

'Well, you didn't need to do that,' I respond. 'I'm happy with you. You're all I want, Grace.'

She smiles and softly pecks my lips.

'See You're amazing. Anyway, I got the underwear because, when I'm ready, I want to take the next step with you.'

My heart starts beating faster and her blush goes all the way from her neck to her temple. She self—consciously glances around again and then leans in to brush her lips against my ear.

'I want you to be my first.'

Fuck.

It's official.

I'm hard in the common room.

'Shit, Strawberries,' I groan. 'You've made me hard.'

Grace grins and shifts on my lap. Her lips form an 'O' and her eyes widen in surprise as she feels me under her butt.

'I take it that was a yes to taking my virginity' She says casually.

I choke on air and Grace laughs, patting me on the back.

'Fuck, Grace,' I splutter. 'Don't just say stuff like that. Where has my innocent girl gone'

She smirks at me. 'It's your fault, Mr. Archer, you've released my inner nympho.'

I stare at her, trying to work out who this little vixen is. My adorable ginger has turned into a fiery redhead.

Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I never saw it coming!

She takes my silence as a bad thing and leans in to whisper, 'Don't worry, I'm putting on a confident front, but really, I'm dying inside. I don't think I can go any redder.'

I laugh at her confession and stroke her warm cheek. 'No, I don't think you can.'

The bell rings, rudely interrupting our moment. I manage to get myself to calm down enough for Grace to get off my lap without me sporting an erection in school.

I head to form with Xaden. We take our seats, and the teacher does the register.

A girl in front of me, Whitney, turns around to look at me.

'You and Grace are like a serious couple now, aren't you' She says her tone is oddly accusing.

Jealousy, it's not a good look.

I got with her a year or so ago. It was at a house party, and we were drunk. It was a nothing kiss, and she needs to get over it.

I force a smile. 'Yeah, we are.'

She looks me up and down. I feel uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze.

Would it be rude to tell her to fuck off

'Are you going to ask her to the Halloween dance next month'

I frown as I reply to Whitney's question in my head.

Shit! I forgot about the dance.

I need to ask Grace.

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