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

smart to taunt a man she looked squarely in the diaphragm, but her reservoir of sweetness and light was running on empty.
    He raised one dark brow. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen my cock. I’ll wager it’s bigger than the commander’s.”
    “I’ll wager you can’t say the same about your brain,” she snapped. Lord, the last thing she wanted to think about was Garathani cocks, especially his. “But I’ll be sure and tell him you said so.”
    An annoying grin split his big face. “You do that.”
    * * * * *
    Shauss shook his head absently as he looked at the nude figure on the dais. Only Hastion would volunteer to masturbate in front of hundreds of horny warriors.
    “Be careful who you make eye contact with,” he warned, “or someone might take it as an invitation.”
    Hastion’s ice-blue eyes immediately focused on him. “ The homosexual mating demonstration hasn’t been scheduled yet, but I’m game if you are.”
    “Bend over then, Ensign.”
    “After you, Lieutenant.”
    Shauss chuckled silently. “ Monica might as well give up on that pipe dream. While some may be willing to administer an ass-fucking, no Garathani male would willingly accept one.”
    His smile faded at the memory of Monica’s finger probing his waste canal. It would be a frigid day in the Inzeled nebula before he allowed anyone else, male or female, that kind of control over him again.
    Dr. Ketrok stepped up beside Hastion.
    “This is a masturbation probe,” he announced, holding up one of the silver spheres in his palm. “It’s a myzare probe that has been reconfigured to induce ejaculation by detecting and stimulating the prostate gland.”
    Shauss shifted uncomfortably. As far as he knew, Ketrok had kept his unwilling role in the discovery of anal orgasm to himself. Hopefully the good doctor would be as discreet about the probe’s origins.
    “Used in conjunction with manual stimulation of the penis,” Ketrok continued, “and applied after spur emergence, the probe has proven to be one hundred percent effective. Since Ensign Hastion has been kind enough to stimulate himself to emergence, he will now demonstrate proper use.”
    Shauss barely suppressed a snort. Proper use barely required instruction, much less demonstration, but the high council thought warriors might require reassurance that no stigma would be attached to allowing the probe access to their waste canals. Of course most of the council had been dead from the waist down for decades and had forgotten the urgency of unspent sexual energy—otherwise they would realize that no young, healthy warrior would let fear of being shunned by his peers prevent him from seeking release after years of deprivation.
    Hastion scooped the probe from Ketrok’s palm and turned to display his profile. Reaching behind him, he placed the shimmering sphere against his buttocks, where it immediately began reassembling into its new matrix.
    A disturbance made Hastion look up and grin. Following his gaze to the port entry, Shauss sighed. What in Peserin’s name was Monica doing in here? The last thing this restless crew needed was exposure to a mature Garathani female, and a gorgeous one at that.
    He shot her a look that said leave , but she came right over beside him and leaned against the back wall to observe Hastion’s display, giving every indication of clinical detachment. Shauss sighed again. Kellen must have let her know he’d returned safely and was trapped in the general session—she’d obviously decided to go on the offensive.
    “In the corridor,” he said under his breath.
    “But I just got here,” she whispered back.
    “And now you’re just leaving.”
    She ignored him.
    “A probe’s programming,” Ketrok continued, “can be customized to the user’s preferences. The size and shape can be modified to mimic one or more fingers, or even a penis. Its programmed functions include heat, vibration of varying speeds and intensities, gyration, and thrusting