Arabella’s point of view.

I moaned softly as Wymond cupped my right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, but a painful hiss followed shortly when his leg mistakenly dropped on my wound.

That’s when I woke up from my little steamy dream and I remember that I’m heavily injured, mating would do me more harm than good -my wound might reopen.

He made to unbutton my blouse, but I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped his movements.

“What’s wrong?” he asked huskily, with a small confused frown as he looked in my eyes.

“I-is there really no other way of checking if the bead actually worked?” I asked in...