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was trying to kill him. Any second now, the front of his jeans was simply going to burst. He rolled over, face down on the cold wooden floor, and took a deep breath. Crossing his arms to prop up his chin, he looked at her, read the confusion and hurt at his seeming rejection. Her lips were puffy from his kiss, and her long hair was tousled, falling in a ragged ponytail over one shoulder. She’d never looked sexier.
    “They should have given you a crash course in human biology before they made you one,” he growled. “What you’re feeling isn’t personal, it’s pure hormones.”
    “Explain.” There it was again, the princess mode. Good. That might help him keep his distance.
    He was a guy and didn’t want to talk about this. Here goes nothing. “I don’t know if elves have periods, but I’m guessing that you have since you’ve been human.”
    “Of course.” She flushed, obviously embarrassed.
    “And I’d bet the club that your last one started about two weeks ago.”
    This time her eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know?”
    He didn’t bother telling her he’d scented it at the time. Women hated that for some reason. Instead, he gave her a slightly modified version. “Because twenty-eight days is the average human cycle, and you’re obviously right in the middle of that. I can smell the fact that you’re ovulating. Fertile. Your body wants to have sex, because it’s the right time of the month for you to get pregnant.” And his body wanted more than anything to be the one to knock her up. Damn it, now was not a good time for his alpha-wolf biological clock to kick in.
    Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped. “Pregnant? Really? You believe that’s possible?”
    Oh shit. Instead of horrified, her expression looked downright hopeful. Greg felt like a giant anvil labeled Fate had dropped from the ceiling onto his head.
    “This is not a good idea, princess. Remember things like bitchy elf queens, werewolf assassins and evil demons? Bad guys trying to burn down the bar? Besides, the cross-species thing never works out.” As soon as that popped out of his mouth, he wanted to bang his head against the floor. It was about the dumbest thing he’d ever said.
    “It seems to be working for Meagan and Alaric, as well as for Jase and George, Aidan and Elise.”
    Of course it was. “Besides, you might not be human forever, remember? Then what?” When she was back to being a more-or-less immortal Fae, what would she want with a hairy wolf like him?
    “Then I’ll probably never have a child.” She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “The Fae are not particularly fertile. And as an elf I was always considered, well, frigid.”
    His laugh came out as a howl, and he was impressed that she didn’t even blink. “Frigid? You? Oh, princess, even before Queen Llyris changed you, you were one hot little number. Remember the hallway in Aidan’s mansion? I sure haven’t forgotten that it was you who practically jumped my bones.” He’d kissed her mostly to rile her, to crack her ice-queen façade, and it had worked beyond his wildest dreams. They’d damn near had sex in Aidan’s hallway.
    “You’re right.” The little wrinkle was back between her brows, and Greg had to resist the urge to reach out and smooth it with a kiss. “It must be you. I’ve never reacted like that to anyone else.”
    Possessive instincts he hadn’t known he had reared up at that comment, along with an urge to tell a few truths of his own. He settled for admitting to a fraction of what he felt. “Yeah well, you flip some new switches on me, too. That’s why we need to get out, now.”
    “Because you don’t want to have sex with me?”
    He rolled to his back, pointed to the tent in the front of his pants. “Does that look like I’m not interested?”
    She stared, licking her lips, and the bulge grew even bigger, more painful. He scented her musk as she became hotter, wetter, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle.