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Karter, Battleship Karter, Personal Quarters
We were alone with Erica. Finally. I had to be the first Prillon to ever have a mating ceremony—albeit modified—in the midst of a battle with the Hive. I’d always believed that when the time came, I’d stake my claim on my mate in public. Now, I had no intention of f*****g her in front of the others.
But thinking about it in the hypothetical sense was nothing compared to having a real female I cared about, stripping her bare and letting everyone see not only her body but her pleasure… no f*****g way.
Erica was mine. She wanted to be mine. Didn’t want to have a formal claiming. I’d thought it might have been shyness. Yet with Ronan and I, she was insatiable and sexy. But when the collar was about her neck and I felt her emotions, her though
