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Ronan, Battleship Karter, Command Deck, Karter’s Office
Frustration bubbled inside me like magma boiling in my gut. The probe was worthless. f*****g worthless. Commander Varsten. His battleship. His warriors.
Gone.
For f*****g nothing.
For one moment I understood why Kaed refused to give Erica a collar. This rage burning inside me should never touch something so beautiful as our mate. With Kaed’s emotional turmoil added to mine? She’d melt into a puddle on the floor and beg us to let her go.
Neither of us would be able to do that. Not after last night, her soft curves in my hands, her wet heat wrapped around my c**k as her p***y milked me of my seed. She could, at this very moment, be carrying a child. Our child. Being locked to our minds would be a special kind of torture. I unde
