Amorous Overnight by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online Page A

pornography on the Terran Internet more than a year ago. And since their discovery of anal orgasm weeks earlier, he’d known being fucked wasn’t just a possibility—it was inevitable. Even with the Terran women they recruited, there weren’t nearly enough females to accommodate the legions of deprived Garathani males. Sooner or later, the unmated dominants would get desperate enough to start fucking subordinate males, and blatant exhibitionist that he’d fashioned himself, he was likely to be among the first fucked.
    In fact, he’d depended on it.
    But he’d never imagined the greatest male ever to spring from Peserin’s hallowed loins would be the one fucking him. For some idiotic reason he’d all but deified Minister Cecine in his mind, assuming him beyond the needs of mere mortal flesh. He couldn’t have been more shocked if one of the blessed Powers themselves had descended from the heavens and ordered him to bend over.
    Hastion let his head drop to the table with a groan. His naiveté was beyond mortifying. Of course the minister had carnal needs—he was only sixty years old and wouldn’t reach middle age until he was eighty or more. With his power and vitality, it wasn’t impossible that he’d live to see two hundred. Hastion should have assumed he’d engaged an entire harem of Terran females to satisfy his needs and spent all his free time making up for the long years of deprivation.
    But using another male…? No. He would never have seen that coming, not when the minister was allowed his choice of Garathani females. And even if he had, he wouldn’t have expected to be the male chosen.
    What he’d expected was to be forcibly claimed by a lesser warrior. That would no doubt be the way of things for a while—the rape of males wasn’t yet addressed in their laws and probably wouldn’t be until a huge number of them had already been claimed for use by others. The prospect hadn’t discouraged Hastion. He was strong enough, fast enough and intelligent enough to evade any male he didn’t wish to submit to.
    So why was he sitting here chewing his nails when the opportunity of a lifetime awaited him in the next room? The stuff of legends or not, Minister Cecine required sexual service, and if Hastion didn’t provide it, some other male would. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
    Even better, the minister had claimed Shelley. That made any potential arguments against bottoming for him irrelevant. Hastion wanted to be fucked by a worthy male and he wanted Shelley. What more was there to consider?
    He jumped up. It was time to set aside his awe and seize the moment.
    Self-doubt immediately glued his feet to the biologic pad. The minister had only chosen him because he’d been the first warrior foolhardy enough to offer himself for consideration as second. Would he have asked the same concessions of any other warrior? More important, would any other have accepted? After all, providing such a service in exchange for the benefits of second position could technically be considered whoring.
    Irrelevant, he reminded himself firmly as he started for the door. No way was he letting this opportunity pass him by. There were much worse things to whore oneself for than a pretty mate and two babes.
    Besides, whoring had suddenly become not only acceptable but necessary on Garathan, and the council had already paid enormous sums to import Terran females for such services.
    He stopped again just short of the door. Powers, he hadn’t bathed, or cleaned his mouth, or voided his bowels since this morning. What if his body offended the minister’s senses?
    Or what if he lost all self-control in the heat of the moment and disgraced himself by sobbing or screaming?
    What if the minister found the whole encounter so repulsive he decided he didn’t need a second that badly?
    Hastion’s skin prickled with humiliation. He’d be fucked in every way possible then.
    Stop! Now, before you drive yourself insane.
    Closing his