Free My Mate's Embrace by Caryn Moya Block Page A

you uncomfortable?”
    “Not like you think,” Laurel sighed. “I have been so afraid of doing something that would trigger my stepfather’s rage. Even when my mind knows there is no danger, my body can’t seem to stop feeling that way. I’m sorry.”
    “Do not be sorry, Malyshka . As I said last night, we will take it one day at a time. I want to touch you, so you will become used to it and not fear me. If it becomes too much for you, say so and I will stop. Alright?”
    “Alright. I like the feelings of safety and being cared for your touch gives me. I really am trying, Anton.”
    “I know you are, Lyubov moya,” Anton said while running his hand down her silky hair.
    Anton opened the link between them, letting his desire to touch her flow through the mating bond and mingle with the feelings of his touch. He rubbed her back with one hand while skimming his fingers down her cheek with the other. She felt so soft. Her skin was like velvet.
    Anton grew hard with wanting her. He let his need seep into the mating bond and felt Laurel flush. But he didn’t feel her returning the need he felt. So he kept up the little caresses to her face and neck, her back and buttocks. She softened into him, rubbing her face on his shoulder. He let his hand drift farther down until he found her breast. He lightly caressed the fullness and then lightly stroked her nipple.
    Laurel sighed, and Anton needed to taste her. He pressed gentle kisses to each eye and then her nose. He kissed the corner of her mouth. Then he sucked lightly on her bottom lip, rubbing his tongue along the seam of her mouth. He tickled and played at her lips, while hoping she would open to him. She tentatively opened to his tongue, like a flower opening its petals to the sun. He didn’t dive in and devour her, as much as his wolf urged him to. But he continued the playful tickles and slight brushes.
    He pushed his tongue in a little deeper, brushing against her tongue, her lips and the inside of her mouth. She tasted so sweet. His wolf surged to the surface, and his canines lengthened. He wanted to bite her, marking her as his mate. But no answering desire filled Laurel’s thoughts. She enjoyed his kisses. But that was all. She wasn’t carried away with need, like he was experiencing. Knowing he must stop now while he still could, Anton groaned and pulled away from her.
    He looked down at Laurel’s drowsy face and smiled. It was a start. She had enjoyed his touch and lost the fear that lay so close to her thoughts. His kissed her on the nose.
    “Let us get up and get you some breakfast. I think I heard your stomach growl.”
    “Really? All I heard was your groan.”
    “I groaned because I found it hard for me to stop kissing you. You taste so sweet, like honey,” Anton said, slipping from the bed. He didn’t try to hide the evidence of his desire. Laurel would see it often. It did his ego good to see her studying him.
    “You are so big,” Laurel said, glancing up at him. “Are you really going to stick that in me? I don’t think it will fit.”
    Anton’s smirk fell from his face. Maybe she wasn’t admiring him. “When the time comes for us to mate, you will want me to stick it inside you. I will give you so much pleasure, Laurel. You will enjoy it, I promise you.”
    “Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly.
    “Yes, I am sure,” Anton said. “But do not worry about it now. We will not mate until you are ready. I am going to take a shower. Would you like to join me? I will wash your back.”
    He wasn’t sure he really wanted Laurel to join him. He felt so hard and heavy, he needed a cold shower. She glanced at his erection again, then blushed before answering. “I think I’ll wait for you here.”
    “Alright, I will make it fast,” Anton said as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Leaning his forehead against the door, he realized Laurel was completely innocent. Did she even know how sex worked? Nudity was so common in the pack with