The Girl He Marked

Chapter 67

Xaden's POV.

'You wrapped the present, right' I ask Noelle as we step out of the car.

She gives me a duh look and pulls out a gift bag from the boot.

'Obviously. I was never going to let you wrap it, would probably look like a child did it,' she teases, and I

playfully nudge her in the ribs.

'Don't be mean to your mate,' I scold her, and she snorts.

'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' she mumbles.

She looks beautiful. She's wearing a pale pink dress that contrasts perfectly with her ebony skin. Her

braids are tied up in a bun and she's chosen eye shadow that matches her dress.

'You look beautiful,' I tell her as I take her hand.

Her face softens and she gives me one of my favorite smiles.

'You're a softie, Xaden Moretti,' she comments dryly.

'And you love it, Noelle Wilson.'

My mark is clear to see on her neck. She's showing it off proudly and I'm beaming with pride next to

her.

The door opens before we can knock on it. Axel's mum and my auntie usher me inside.

'Come on through, everyone's in the garden!' Auntie Callie exclaims excitedly.

True to her word, everyone is in the garden. My entire family is here for Axel's eighteenth birthday.

The birthday boy himself is stood with his dad, Nate and his mate, Grace. Rory, Finlay, Luke and Nick

are with them.

My parents, Lexi and Rixon, are working the barbecue. My auntie and uncle, Myra and Jayce, are sat

down with their daughter Naevia and her mate.

We put Axel's present on the table overflowing with gifts and go over to say hi.

Grace is grinning from ear to ear, her arm around Axel's waist. Rory is texting and looks up when we

come over.

'Where's your mate' I ask her.

We're all keen to finally meet Rory's mate. He goes to a different school, so we've never met him

before.

'Working,' Rory says and pulls a face. 'Don't worry, they're coming later.'

It's really great, having the whole family together for the afternoon. We eat too much food, and then too

much cake. I guess all the food will provide a good lining for our stomachs tonight when we drink too

much.

Afternoon turns into evening, and we all leave to return to our homes and get ready. Rory, Grace and

Noelle insist on getting ready together at Grace's house.

The guys and I don't get ready together. We're not bothered about each other's outfits, unlike the girls.

I go round to Axel's and find the boys already there. We crack open some beers and watch TV in his

living room, waiting for everyone to arrive.

The girls arrive first and I'm grateful that I'm sitting down. Although I've already seen what Noelle is

wearing, I'm not ready to see her again.

She looks incredible. I want to throw her over my shoulder, take her upstairs and strip that dress off of

her.

I stand up and eye her appreciatively, hungrily taking in every inch of her curves. Noelle blushes and

Grace scoffs.

'Stop eye—fucking her and say hi,' Grace chastises me and then greets the birthday boy.

I take her advice and walk up to my gorgeous mate.

'You look…I can't even describe how good you look,' I tell her, a little bashful.

Noelle giggles and pulls me in for a kiss. She leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to my ear.

'If you're lucky, you can take it off of me later,' she whispers.

I grab her waist and squeeze tightly. 'I'm feeling very lucky today,' I murmur back.

She chuckles and pulls back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 'We'll see.'

People start arriving fast and the party begins. It's too cold to go outside, so everyone is rammed into

the house. Most of the bedrooms upstairs have been locked. Axel wants people to have a good time,

but he doesn't want his parents' house turning into a brothel.

I'm stood with the group in the kitchen, chatting, when Rory shyly announces that her mate has arrived.

She goes to get him and then comes back in, hand—in—hand with a…she.

I try to keep the surprise off of my face. Rory is holding hands with a pretty blonde who has her hair up

those space—bun things.

'Guys, this is Lydia,' she says nervously. 'My mate.'

Luke recovers first. 'Awesome! Great to meet you, Lyd, I'm Luke.'

After the silence is broken, the rest of us follow.

It's not that any of us were judging, it's the fact that Rory has never even mentioned liking girls.

But does it matter No.

We congratulate our friend and welcome her mate into the group. With everyone now here, we can

enjoy our night.

Poor Axel gets hammered pretty quickly. Everyone wants to make drinks for the birthday boy, and I can

see Grace's expression becoming more and more concerned as the night goes on.

When he starts throwing up in the garden, Grace announces that it's time for her boyfriend to go to

bed.

We all laugh as she guides a staggering Axel upstairs. Luckily for him, he's a shifter, he'll be fine

tomorrow.

Noelle doesn't drink very much, so I don't either. I've got high hopes for sex tonight and I want to make

sure that alcohol doesn't stop me from having it.

Once it hits morning and the sun starts rising, people start leaving. The house becomes emptier and

there's actually space to breathe.

Noelle gives me the look and I hurriedly collect one of the room keys from the hiding place. I unlock the

door to the spare bedroom and eagerly usher my mate inside.

I kiss her senselessly, fumbling with the zipper on her dress. I eventually manage to get it down. I break

the kiss to pull the material down, revealing her sexy body to me.

She's going commando under her tight dress, and I groan in appreciation.

'I'm so glad I didn't know you weren't wearing any underwear,' I mutter. 'Or we would have been up

here a lot earlier.'

Noelle chuckles and reaches for my t—shirt. I help her undress me and, before I know it, we're both Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

naked and kissing passionately.

I push Noelle back onto the bed, getting her to lie down. I kneel at the end, between her legs and lower

my mouth to my core.

I kiss her inner thighs and along her lower lips, teasing her. I keep this up, never going where she

wants me.

'Xaden,' she moans. 'Please.'

I chuckle and finally give her what she wants, closing my lips around her clit. Her hips buck, pushing

her core against my face. I lick her happily, giving her pleasure with my tongue.

When I add two fingers, her orgasm hits. I pump them in and out of her as I make figures of eight

around her bundle of nerves. Her body tenses up and then relaxes as she reaches her climax.

I can feel how wet she has become, just from that one orgasm. Too desperate to be inside her, I stand

up and get between her legs. Noelle moves further up the bed, giving me space to climb over her.

She lifts her knees to her chest, opening herself up and giving me more access. I run the head of my

cock up and down her entrance, making sure that it's well—lubricated before I start to push inside her.

She gasps as I enter her, arching her back and throwing her head back against the mattress. I let out a

satisfied grunt as I slide into her fully.

I drop my head down and rest my forehead against hers.

'You feel so good,' I whisper.

She smiles up at me. 'So do you.'

Gradually, I start to move and build up at a faster pace. Noelle's fingernails dig into my arms as I pound

into her, shaking the bed with the force of my thrusts.

She moans loudly as her orgasm hits. I grit my teeth and hold off, wanting her to have at least two

during sex. I manage to keep my own climax at bay, focusing on pleasing her.

She's panting when she comes down from her high. I flip us over, surprising her. Lying on my back, I let

her straddle me.

'Ride me,' I tell her.

Noelle grins and raises herself up and down on my cock. With her hands on my chest, she rides me.

She feels too good like this, so deep. I can't hold off my orgasm when it approaches the second time.

Noelle comes hard, shouting my name as her body clenches. I come with her, my fingers gripping her

waist and my hips thrusting upwards.

Noelle falls forwards and lays in my arms as our breathing evens out.

'I love you,' she murmurs sleepily.

I brush the hair back from her face and kiss her forehead.

'I love you, too.'

The End.

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