Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Post-Combat Side Effects

Chapter 141 Post-Combat Side Effects

Margaret followed them in, studying the new stronghold as she walked. This base was nothing like Base Zero-tucked deep into defensible terrain, nearly impossible to breach.

The officer in charge of logistics was a middle-aged male with a sharp sense of discretion. He had clearly read the unspoken dynamic between the three of them. Within minutes, he had three adjoining private suites assigned in the senior officers’ wing.

Margaret approved of her new quarters. Larger than Baar’s old room, with a double bed that was significantly softer.

She scrubbed off the day’s exhaustion, changed into a clean silk nightgown, and collapsed onto the mattress, ready for the deep, dreamless sleep she badly needed.

A knock sounded at the door.

Margaret dragged herself upright and trudged over, thoroughly annoyed.

This late? Maybe Gary with a late-night snack?

The door slid open. Baar stood outside, changed into a deep black silk robe, the collar hanging open to expose a solid stretch of chest. Under his right arm, he carried a white pillow.

Before Margaret could get a word out, he stepped past her and into the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She glared at him.

Baar tossed the pillow onto the empty side of the double bed and turned to face her. “The frenzy’s unstable,” he said, as if that explained everything.

Margaret let out a cold laugh. “Commander Iverson, do I look stupid to you? A few hours ago, you were tearing through the battlefield. Your spirit beast was perfectly stable and fully under control. And now you’re telling me your frenzy is unstable?”

Baar’s expression didn’t shift. “Post-combat side effects.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

Margaret leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, making it clear she wasn’t buying a word of

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Baar studied her. Something flickered in his eyes. He stepped toward her suddenly, closing in fast until the warm, fresh scent of his shower lingered on her skin,

Margaret didn’t have time to step back. He reached out, hooked an arm around her waist, and pulled her against him. The door slammed shut behind her with a sharp thud.

The only light in the room came from a single dim lamp by the bed. With the door sealed, the shadows deepened. Baar’s breath fanned hot against the curve of her neck.

|”You—” she started.

His mouth was on hers before she could finish-no hesitation, no testing the waters, just a deep, possessive kiss. One hand locked against the back of her skull. The other arm cinched tight around her waist,

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crushing her against the hard plane of his chest.

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Margaret’s mind blanked. The scent of him-male, primal-flooded her senses. His technique was nothing but raw instinct, sloppy and urgent, pure untamed hunger.

She came back to herself and bit down hard on the tongue currently plundering her mouth.

The coppery tang of blood burst between their lips. Baar made a low, muffled sound in his throat. He didn’t pull back.

Margaret couldn’t breathe. She shoved against his chest. It didn’t budge him, but the motion pushed her hand right into the gap of his open robe.

The muscle there was warm and solid under her palm. Against all her better judgment, she found herself squeezing it.

Baar’s entire body shuddered. His arms clamped tighter. In the next breath, he was lowering her onto the bed, the mattress sinking deep beneath their combined weight.

He knelt over her, arms braced on either side of her head. His gold slit-pupiled eyes caught the dim light, narrowed to razor-thin slits with arousal. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving.

Margaret lay beneath him, catching her own breath. The strap of her nightgown had slid off in the struggle, baring a long sweep of skin. =

Baar’s gaze dragged down to her collarbone, and the darkness in his eyes deepened by degrees.

When his hand found her waist, Margaret’s reason snapped back into focus. She caught his wrist. “Stop.”

The word cut through the quiet room with perfect clarity.

Baar went still above her. He stared down at her, the raw heat in his eyes not yet faded, flickering with something almost like hurt.

Margaret used his moment of stillness to sit up fast and yank her strap back into place,

“I’m tired,” she said, turning her face away. Her heart was pounding. She refused to meet his eyes. “I just want to sleep.”

The tension in the room turned icy,

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