I signed onto the breeding contract because the fleet does not clear that rift without it.
The scars across my back go tight whenever Duncan is near.

He leads the escort detail with orders so quiet you lean in to catch them.
In the corridor last watch he laid his palm flat against me, checking and claiming at once.
Not yet, he said.
Then he took me against the bulkhead, and the detail waited outside the hatch.
I walked to my post afterward and could not remember the way.

That is the shame of it. Not the corridor. That his hand felt like being kept.
He says my name with that ridged throat working and my whole argument goes.

The rite runs until it takes. Every male of the detail in turn, on the contract's schedule. Nothing held back. Duncan last every time, which he decided himself and told no one.
A rival's demand is logged against the manifest, the rift closes in nineteen days.
When the rite is complete they release me. That is the term I put my name to.
Do I let the whole detail have me? Do I ask Duncan for the one thing the fleet never agreed to?

A full-length alien reverse harem breeding contract erotic novel featuring a contracted woman and the detail that breeds her.