Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency by Ellis Leigh

sagged against the door. “Thank God she finally did.”
    Purring, I pulled her against me and pressed my hard cock into her hip. Curling over her and letting my hands wander as I surrendered to my need to touch her. “I ran here as soon as I found a human to tell me where to go. I’m sorry it took so long to find you.”
    Klow-ee moaned, her little, blunt teeth pressing into my shoulder as she rocked against me. “I am such an idiot.”
    Her bite caused my cock to jump, and I was done. Done waiting, done talking, done with everything except claiming her as mine. I pressed my hand against where her door locked and let my Reithhkoneccs go to work. The lock popped quietly within a breath. Perfect.
    I pushed her through with a growl, pressing her back against the wall as the door closed behind us. “Don’t call yourself names, my Klow-ee. I won’t have anyone be cruel to you, not even yourself.”
    Her breaths came fast and hard, and her eyelids drooped in the most inviting way. “Your Klow-ee?”
    My rumbling growl turned deeper, and I couldn’t help but stroke her pretty face. “If you’ll have me, then yes. I want you as my mate. As my partner in life. I will care for you and protect you always, give you every bit of pleasure you desire. I will do anything for you.”
    “And what do I need to do to accept?”
    I pressed my lips to hers, letting our tongues tangle for the briefest of moments. Needing another taste of her before I answered in the simplest of ways.
    “Say yes.”
    But she didn’t. She pushed me away, pulled herself right out of my arms and strolled across the room as if I hadn’t just laid my heart bare in front of her. As if she wasn’t holding my very life in her hands.
    “Klow-ee?” I leaned against the wall, practically holding on to it to stay still. Too afraid of her rejection to make a move. Earth girls were so hard to figure out.
    She turned, placing her finger to her lips and giving me a smile. That had to be a good sign. She wouldn’t bare her teeth so nicely if she were going to refuse me. Would she?
    “I’m thinking,” she said, still walking. Still looking at me with something akin to lust in her eyes. Thinking was good, I figured. It meant she was considering. Pondering. Possibly accepting. I refused to think of the other outcome.
    As she walked and thought, she also stripped. Her dress fell to the floor first, followed by her shoes as she kicked them off. Then her socks. She was walking and thinking in nothing but white fabric covering her breasts and cunt, and I was hard as stone watching her. Those curves, that long body. All that soft skin. It was mine. Every inch. And I wanted to touch it, taste it, explore it.
    My hand slid to my cock almost of its own will. Pressing hard to relieve the ache as I growled a low, “Klow-ee.”
    She hooked her fingers in the fabric along her hips, and I growled once more. Unable to control the sound of need. That sound made her skin prickle with bumps, made the flush grow from her chest outward. She liked it when I growled like a beast. My mate took pleasure from seeing that side of me. I would need to remember that fact.
    “Cutlass.” She turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder, giving me a flirty wink as she put one knee on her bed. “Yes.”
    There was no delay, no pause. She said yes, and I was on her, pushing her down on the mattress. My chest to her back, my cock against her ass. I surrounded her with my body—my arms around her chest and pulling her tight, my legs on either side of hers, my teeth holding on to the muscle curving from her neck to her shoulder. I was all over her, and I loved it.
    And if the scent of her arousal permeating the air around us was any indication, my Klow-ee did as well.
    “You want to fuck me from behind, Cutlass?”
    It took me a second to understand her words, to flash through the information the translator provided, but when I did, they hit me hard. It was as if a shot of lust had been