He pulled her on top of him, falling back into the mess of blankets. For an instant she hesitated, guilt overcoming her as she looked with new eyes at the familiar room surrounding them where months past she had spent the final night with Henrick.
“Lay with me Arabella,” Rayzier asked in a hushed a breathy tone.
She gave into his request, tossing aside the memories that were now long gone.
Enthusiastically, Rayzier’s trousers slid out from under him, Arabella lifted her skirts at the same time and with a quick glance at his already hard length pulsing beneath her she slid atop him, mounting him easily as she was already between the legs.
Their mouths met again as her hips began to grind back and forth. Rayzier sliding in and out of her without difficulty as the inside of Arabella’s thighs became coated with her wetness. Suddenly, with a groan, he grasped her by the waist and they flipped over.
Rayzier on top now began to thrust with the greedy need to be deeper inside of her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him. She couldn’t keep up with his rocking motions as his hardened cock plunged again and again.
Arabella began to shake as Rayzier pummeled her pink. He slammed into her again and again, the tight skin of along his shaft grazing against the underside of Arabella’s clit. Rayzier’s pace slowed just as Arabella tightened her knees to her side, a moan escaping her lips. A sudden rush of warmth filled her.
He collapsed beside her, all his remaining energy spent. Arabella lay breathing heavily. She was just as tired. It’d seemed to be a long time since she felt pleasure. Her time with Henrick was like a distant lifetime away as she starred at her ceiling and listened to the soft breathing sounds coming from Rayzier.
Turning her head, she found that he’d fallen asleep. With his mind at rest, she could see the delicate dark bags under his eyes and his mouth no slack as he slept Rayzier seemed ten years younger. The hard edge expression he normally wore was gone.
Chapter Four
At some point, Arabella had drifted off as well, one hand lay on Rayzier’s chest her face inches from his while she lay on her side. The light beaming through the small circular window in the bedroom began to fade.
She should have woke and found herself at peace, instead a sharp pain in her gut wrenched her from a dreaming state. Arabella gasped into the stale air that surrounded her and clutched at her normally smooth abdomen. A large rounded lump protruded the skin tight and her bellybutton felt as if it were going to come flying off.
“I must be dreaming,” she said aloud to no one in particular as she turned her head to find that Rayzier was still softly dozing.
She touched her stomach lightly, and under the skin something pushed back. Horrified, Arabella let out a squeak of fright. Rayzier stirred beside her finally and opened one eye.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I don’t know, look at this.”
She turned to face him, showing him the lump on her abdomen. The terrified expression on her face transferred easily to his.
“How… it’s so rare that my kind can… this can’t be!”
Arabella felt the thing inside her shift.
“Your kind? What does that mean, your kind? What is this?”
She jumped up and away from Rayzier who was sitting starring dumbfounded at her rounded belly. Arabella then grabbed her arm and pinched as hard as she could. Nothing happened, she didn’t wake from the strange dream she thought she was in.
“I’m not wholly human, Arabella. I am of the dragonkin. We breed so rarely with each other, much less with complete humans, I didn’t think…”
A hard knock came at the front door. Arabella whirled in place at the door, absentmindedly laying her hand on top of the bump in her abdomen.
“Lord Nelson, his carriage men have come to take me to dine with him. I’d forgotten. Rayzier, if he sees me in this state, I’ll be tried for adultery. He’ll know the dates do not line up. What is this inside of me? Am I barring a monster? Are you a beast?”
Frightened Arabella may have been, she still wanted answers. In one moment of weakness she’d gotten herself into an unexplainable situation. If Lord Nelson didn’t put punish her for adultery, he’d make sure the church burned as a witch if she tried to explain.
“No, no Arabella. It isn’t a monster. You’re pregnant. It will look wholly human until it is grown. It will go through a change then. You must come with me, away from these people.”
Again, the lump beneath her hand shifted just as another loud knock came at the door. Instead of agreeing to go with Rayzier, she turned on her heel and marched to the door. The man that was waiting to cart her away spoke without being greeted properly.