Branded by Jenika Snow

different.
    “I’m
ready,” she said softly, and he saw the way her pulse jumped at the base of her
throat.
    He
growled out, unable to stop the pleasure and arousal thumping through his body
that she was giving herself to him.
    “Go
to the bed, my female,” he said softly, trying to be calm, to be gentle, even
when speaking to her. He watched her move to the bed, her ass jiggling from the
movement and his cock jerking. He palmed himself, cupped his dick through his
pants, squeezed his shaft, and knew this female was going to control him,
control his world, his desire, and he’d never get enough of her. There would
never be another female for him, never be anyone that could have this kind of
hold on him. He knew from the moment he saw her in that cave she was something
special, something that would have him questioning everything. He just didn’t
know the impact it would make on him.
    He
moved closer to her, stared at her as she lay on the bed, her body now free of
clothing, and every part of her on display. She wasn’t thick or curvy, not how
he usually liked his females, but to him she was perfect. She’d also been
running her whole life, trying to stay alive, and that lifestyle meant she
didn’t have proper nutrition. But since being here with him she’d gained a
little weight, not much, and he was pleased that she looked a little healthier.
As time went on he knew she’d fill out, and he looked forward to seeing her
glow with vitality.
    “This
gel will help with penetration, will take the pain away and make this first
time bearable.”
    She
slowly nodded.
    “I
don’t want to hurt you, so this is the best way to go.”
    “I
trust you,” she said and licked her lips.
    He’d
wanted to go slow, make her scream with pleasure before he slid into her
welcoming body, but she pushed herself up on her elbows and surprised him with
her words.
    “I
can’t wait. I need you now.” She slowly opened her legs, showing him her pussy,
the glossiness of her cream, the pinkness of her slit, and everything in him
switched. He turned into the beast he didn’t want to be with her, turned into
the animal that needed her like a dying, wounded creature in order to survive. Tolcan craved her like he’d tear right through his flesh if
he didn’t have her at this moment. He got on the bed, used the gel to cover her
pussy, and pushed his finger, coated with the clear substance, into her body.
She gasped, squirmed a little, but he kept his focus on her, telling her
without words things would be perfect.
    He
tossed the tube aside, looked down at her body, and groaned. The way she was
propped up on her elbows had her collarbones standing out in stark contrast.
Her breasts were large for her small frame, and tipped with red nipples. The
color was vibrant because of the blood flow from her arousal, and his mouth watered.
Her hipbones stood out, her belly slightly concave. He’d fatten her up, make her full and thick, healthy and strong.
    And
then he gazed at her pussy, at the way her lips were spread, her clit
protruding and engorged from her desire. And then there was her pussy hole,
small, tight, and calling out to the male side of him. She was tiny in
comparison to him, and fortunately he’d thought of the gel, because if not she
would have been in far too much discomfort.
    “Come
here, Tolcan .” She lay back on the bed, her chest
heaving as she breathed in and out.
    Positioning
himself over her body, he smoothed his hands up her inner thighs, and framed
her pussy. And then he let go of her, took his cock in hand, and stroked
himself up and down a few times. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, perfection.
He had to force himself to go slow. Once the head of his shaft was at her
entrance he stared at her face, and leaned down to kiss her because he couldn’t
help himself.
    “I’m
ready,” she said against his mouth.
    He
started to push into her, breaking through her barrier, and seeing the blood
coat his shaft as he slid into