Skeeter needed sex and she would do whatever it took to get it. Seven Regen warriors are just what her hormones ordered.

Blanca ‘Skeeter’ Snow has always known that this day would come. Her body’s pheromones cause disruptions on her ship and her captain banishes her until her cycle is over. She selects a moon as her haven of choice and a meteor field removes her options for landing.

On the moon, seven Regens (the brothers of the new Consort of Priznik) rush to her crash and are swept into her situation and her arms as quickly as she can manage it. Her leave takes on a new urgency as she takes her lovers on one by one and several together.

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The cluster of Regens watched the newcomer examine the hunting moon of the Overlord of Priznik. Their brother-in-law had insisted that they use it for some recreation while their sister, Hellara, adapted to her pregnancy. She had been bordering on physically hostile for the last month and it was getting worse.

Kai had politely offered them an out and now, they were here watching an unknown woman trespassing on their vacation.

Kenner asked, “Do we invite her for dinner?”

Razer commented, “She doesn’t look well. Perhaps she needs medical attention. That was not a good landing.”

Lorik and Neer agreed. “She could be hurt or disoriented.”

Josu watched his other brothers nod in agreement. Zeen and Maro were in complete agreement with Razer.

Josu rubbed his forehead. “Fine, you want the pretty to come for dinner, you clean up after her. I am going for a swim.”

Striding off to the wide pool near the hunting lodge, Josu stripped off his ship suit and jumped into the pool, hoping that his raging hard-on would fade in the cold water. From the moment that the atmosphere had vented out of her ship, he had been rock hard. Based on the eagerness of the rest of the Neering foundlings, he wasn’t the only one.

As the water closed over his head, the crash replayed in his mind. He and his brothers had seen disasters and battles, but they had never before been forced to simply watch a crash happen.

He came up and started doing laps, considering the origins of his fellow Regens. They had all been designed for battle—flesh and metal in a form that mimicked the beings that commanded them.

Hellara Neering had found him battered and abandoned on some nameless world. She had taken him to the Dust Up, convinced her father that he could be useful and promptly repaired his body, starting the healing in his soul.

The rest of the collection of brothers had come after, but Josu had been the first and the most grateful for the hand extended to him in friendship when there was no reason for it to be offered. His loyalty had been bought in that moment.

Under the water, his body relaxed. The fire that had coursed through him ebbed. Without a doubt, the furious arousal was tied to their guest and it would be a good idea for him to go and check on her before his brothers tore her to pieces or fucked her into oblivion.