Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency (8 page)

“Hey,” he yelled, looking all how-dare-you at me.

“Try some manners, jerkface.”

Before the guy could spit in my face or anything else he was probably planning, Kelly, my coworker and another girl who lived in the same so-called apartment building I did, came strolling in. And the bitch was smiling.

God, I so wanted to hate her at that moment, but the fact we had to wear this shitshow of perverted fifties housewife waitress dresses with socks, shoes, and a frilly fucking apron seemed like punishment enough. Though, at least hers looked clean.

“Hey, grumpy,” she said, sounding like some sort of smoked-up Snow White.

“Shut up.” I sighed and walked to the back, pulling my apron off on the way. Another day, another couple of dollars that wouldn’t be enough to pay the rent or fix the car. I was screwed in so many ways, none of them good. But I was going to attempt to fix at least one.

“Taking off already?” Kelly asked as I passed her.

“Yeah. Shift’s done, and I have an errand to run.”

“Okay. Be careful, though. There was some guy pacing outside the building when I left.”

“Pacing?”

“Yeah. Tall and handsome as fuck, but he was mumbling under his breath about something to do with a claw. And he kept staring at the building.”

Claw. That sounded…odd. And possibly like how Cutlass said my name. Klow-ee.

What if…

“Thanks, Kelly. See you later.” I hurried out the door and turned toward home. I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but it was hard to fight them. It might not be him, though. How would Cutlass find me, and why would he even try? I was the asshole who left him. The one who ran because of something as stupid as what he was. If anything, he should have left me.

But as I turned the corner, I recognized that shock of dark hair. The broad shoulders. The stride of the man who’d stolen my heart in a weekend, human or not.

Cutlass.

I must have said the word aloud because he spun, staring. Not moving. He was there, really and truly right in front of my place. He’d come back for me. He’d found me. And I needed to get to him right that second.

This time, I didn’t just think his name. I yelled it. “Cutlass!”

And he ran.

K
low-ee
.

The word sounded like a wail in my head, a primal scream I couldn’t ignore. She was there, all wide eyes and soft skin. Staring as if she was happy to see me. As if she’d hoped I would be there. And maybe she had. All I knew was I didn’t want to wait to find out, so I ran.

I ran to Klow-ee with my esehhnce crooning loudly only for her…my mate.

She leaped straight into my arms when I finally reached her. A moment of complete and utter abandon and reconnection. I’d never felt such relief, never wanted a female more. I had never experienced desire until I had my chosen mate in my grasp.

I pulled her smaller body against mine, relishing her weight on me. Her heat. So much warmth from one little human. I’d missed that about her, missed everything. And when her arms came up around my neck to hold me even closer, I was finally able to breathe again. This was what I’d wanted, what I’d hoped for. My esehhnce knew Klow-ee was the only female for me. I simply had to convince her of that.

“I missed you,” I said, nuzzling into her neck and breathing her in. Almost shaking with the need to touch and claim.

“Cutlass, I’m so sorry.”

My name on her lips sent all my blood to my cock. My mate was in my arms once more, and I wanted to bed her immediately. Needed to show her how much she meant to me and how much I desired her. I wanted everything, and I would do whatever it took to get it. Hands grabbing flesh, esehhnce crooning, and cock slick with my seed, I let my mating rumble loose. Let her hear and feel that vibration from my chest.

When she whimpered slightly and rocked herself against my hard cock, I swooped down and pressed my lips to hers, unable to resist the sweetness of her mouth for a second. I also thrust against her perfect cunt. I wanted to reclaim that as well—with both my mouth and my cock. Wanted that so badly, it hurt. Klow-ee was talking in between hurried kiss-ses, though, issuing words I didn’t need to hear.
Sorry…so stupid…got scared…never again
. I slid my tongue against hers to quiet her, to end her apologies. Those words wouldn’t matter, not if she accepted me. Not if she claimed me back. My Klow-ee. My mate.

I had to ask her. Had to make sure she understood. Because once I claimed her for real, there would be no going back. If I let that bond solidify, she’d never be free of me. And while that thought appealed to me greatly, Klow-ee might not be ready. She might not desire me the way I did her. And as much as that would hurt, I’d honor her choice. I’d have to.

I pulled away reluctantly, letting her legs drop to the ground, still clinging to her arms. “We need to talk.”

Her lips turned down, her smile falling. “Those are the worst words in the Een-gllisch language.”

That…couldn’t be. “Why?”

“Because they usually lead to bad things. Like breakups.”

“No. No bad things.” I pulled her closer again and pressed my lips to her nose. “Only good from now on, yes?”

“Yes. Totally.” She laughed and tossed her head back, looking up at me with such joy on her face. “We do need to talk, though. Would you like to come inside?”

Ah, those filthy images again from the translator. My favorites.

“I want to come inside you very much.” I growled and slid my hands down to grab her round, firm backside. “But we should probably get off the street first.”

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes wide, and then she laughed. Loudly. “At some point, you’re going to have to tell me where you learned the Een-gllisch language.”

“I haven’t.” I followed her inside, pushing the door open and letting her pass before me. Keeping her in my sights so I didn’t lose her again. “At birth, all Reithhar have a translation module implanted so they can travel as needed. The agency sent the necessary coding to the module so I could speak and understand Een-gllisch, though it’s obviously not always correct.”

“No, it’s not. But at least it’s entertaining.” She came to a huge door in a hard, stone wall. A pink notice was mounted to it, and her face crumpled when she saw it. “Shit.”

“What is it?” I asked, unable to read the symbols. The translation module showed me pictures of excrement from her spoken word. That couldn’t be right.

“
Ee-vickschion noe-tiss
.” She shrugged, her eyes watery and sad when they met mine. “At least something good happened today, right? I mean, I got
ee-vicktted,
but you came back.”

“What is
ee-vickschion
?”

“The owners of the building are kicking me out. I haven’t been able to pay my rent on time for months, though I never missed a payment completely. Looks like they stopped giving me time to make it up.”

“They will make you leave?”

“Yes. They will.” She paused, her hand on the door, her head hanging. Still blocking the way inside. “I wasn’t honest with you, Cutlass. In my letter. I said I was some fancy, successful photographer, but I lied. I’m just a waitress at a crappy
koe-nee ie-lahnd
down the street.”

“Klow-ee, you didn’t lie to me,” I murmured, pulling her closer. “I never read your letter.”

She jerked back, yanking herself from my hold. “What?”

Guess she wasn’t ready for that bit of information. “I can speak your Een-gllisch, but I can’t read it. The agency handled that aspect. They wrote almost all of my letter because my native language would be too hard to understand.”

“So…you never read my letter?”

“No.”

“You don’t care that our match was made based on lies?”

“Our match was made based on Ampetheia’s feelings, not our letters. She’s a Freknal.”

“What’s a Freknal?”

I let the pictures play out in my head, searching for the right one. The right word. “I believe you say
emm-pahthh
? She senses emotional ties between people. The letters keep her from being found out by you humans because you’re not accustomed to that sort of being.”

Klow-ee stared at me for a long, silent moment. I wanted her to react, to answer so we could end this conversation. Then, I could push her inside and throw her down on the floor. I wanted to rut against her like an animal. Two weeks without my mating bond being completed was far too long. I needed her. Immediately.

But she wasn’t finished yet. “My mind is blown.”

That definitely didn’t translate. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay. I’m just feeling dumb. First the
ee-vickschion
, now the whole ‘the letters didn’t matter’ thing. I’d stayed away because I thought you’d be mad that I lied. I mean, you didn’t call…” Her eyes went wider, and her mouth fell open. “You couldn’t read my number. Is that why you never called?”

“The scribbles on my hand?” I grunted when she nodded. “No, I didn’t know what that was, and they disappeared after I showered. I fought with Ampetheia to give me your information, but she wouldn’t. Not until today.”

She 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 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.

“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.