[Elena's POV]

"You have to," I gasped, grabbing his thick, tattooed wrist to stop his hand. "I'm on my period."

Noah froze.

The heavy, dark lust in his eyes warred with bitter frustration. He dropped his head back against the leather headrest, letting out a harsh sigh. "You have terrible timing."

I bit my lower lip to hide a smile. A strange, secret wave of relief washed over me. A few days of bleeding meant I was safe. Plus, Noah had mentioned Marlowe men were notoriously hard to breed. I had ...