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 a quiet tone.
He stared at me for a few seconds.
"I thought you wanted this too" he gestured between us.
"Yeah, I want it but it's really not convenient for us at the moment"
He shut his
