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

injected into me. I rutted against her without thought, searching for some sort of relief from the ache in my cock, seeking something only she could give me at that moment.
    “Yes, Klow-ee.” I fumbled with my clothes, stripping quickly while still trying to hold her down. To pin her. I had to be in control for the claiming, had to be the one leading. Afterward, because there would be many afterwards, she could crawl back on top and have her way with my cock. I looked forward to it, in fact. But not this time.
    “Like this,” I grumbled as I yanked the fabric from her hips. “Need you like this.”
    “Doggie style,” she said, pulling the fabric around her breasts off. “It’s called doggie style.”
    She rolled up onto her hands and knees. Bent for me. Her plump backside in the air and her head against the mattress. That pink cunt completely on display only for me. A lovely visage from where I knelt behind her.
    “Klow-ee,” I whispered, caught between wanting to mount her and wanting her to accept me. Needing to make sure one last time that she understood. That she knew. “I can’t handle it if you run again. You’ve accepted me as your mate. I…I wouldn’t let you go this time. I’d have to hunt you. I would never hurt you, but I’d track you forever if you disappeared. I care too much not to.”
    She shivered, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m not seeing a problem here.”
    “Klow-ee—”
    “I won’t try to run again.” She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before dropping it to her hip. “I promise, Cutlass. I want you as much as you want me. I promise we’ll talk things out as they come up, but right now, I need you inside me. Please.”
    The mating rumble practically exploded from my chest. I grabbed my leaking cock and lined myself up, never looking away from her beautiful face. Ready to give her everything. To slide inside that tight heat and make her shake, make her quiver and clench on my cock. To wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, never letting go as I brought her pleasure over and over again. I was ready to make her mine.
    To claim her as my mate.

Chloe
    “My Klow-ee. My mate.” Cutlass had a reverent tone to his voice, a deep and wistful sort of need. One that spoke to me.
    “Cutlass,” I whispered. “Take your mate.”
    He pushed his way inside. I say pushed because it was no sliding or nudging. It was one thrust, one great, growly, full-body move forward, and then he was there. So deep in there. And oh my, but he felt good.
    I cried out, clinging to the sheets, closing my eyes against the stretch and the burn as my nerves fired off a sky full of fireworks. “Holy fuck.”
    He dragged his cock almost all the way out and pushed back in, still keeping solid pressure on my body. Holding me down, in a way. I’d never been the biggest fan of this position, but with Cutlass? Yeah. Doggie style just might be my new best friend.
    His thrusts moved me up the mattress, and the sheets tangled beneath me. Not that I could give a rat’s ass about that. Because his fervor, his complete lack of control, was making him rub all up and down my body, hitting me in all those spots that made my toes curl and the lights go out.
    Automatic G-spot finder…every girl needed one.
    I came for the first time on an inward thrust that made Cutlass grunt and shake. But my guy, my alien, wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. He continued at a steady pace, pushing in and out with a smoothness that had me climbing toward another release before the first one was even finished. Over and over, he kept up that ridiculous in and out. Working me up, making me crash, building it again. Three orgasms. Six. Until I collapsed on the mattress, a sweaty, almost sobbing mess underneath him. My skin too tight and my pussy too sensitive. And still, he kept going.
    Fucking aliens had stamina. I was all in.
    When he finally did come, when he practically knocked me into the headboard with a single, harsh