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Soft doesn’t begin to describe these females. They were scared last night. We all noticed it immediately and, except for Forrest, who couldn’t control his need to mark his territory, we backed against the walls to help them feel safe.
My female rolled herself as tightly into a ball as her bones and muscles would allow. I don’t think telling her she’s mine relieved her as I’d intended. I’ll just watch her, let her know it’s her turn to make the first move.
From physical exercise to weapons training, I have always excelled. I’ve never been baffled before.
My instincts dictate I provide for her, but she’s already filled a plate with food. At the next meal, I’ll get to the buffet table more quickly and dish up a plate with some of everything on it. For her. I notice there are sausages and eggs on her plate. It’s good to know she’s a carnivore.
Her gaze flicks to me. At first, it was just every now and then, but now she’s looking more frequently. This is good. Perhaps she notices my wide shoulders and muscular chest. I swish my tail in invitation, but I don’t think she reads my signals. I keep my gaze on her so my interest is clear. She’ll have to approach sooner or later, right?
I’ve watched the human males as far back as I can remember, and I’ve learned their tells. I show my agitation with quick sweeps of my tail, or a growl, or a lifted lip to show a fang. They show it by pressing their lips together or squinting.
Perhaps female humans are different from males of their species, because my female’s lips are pressed into a straight line. But she’s interested, right? She’s looking at me more frequently. Certainly that’s a good sign.
Ah. Look. She’s approaching. I wonder why she’s carrying her tray. In class, they told us females don’t often wait on males. Even if we read or watched something to the contrary in the media, they informed us it was old-fashioned or a fantasy. Is she bringing me an offering? This signals her interest. My cock perks up and takes notice.
Perhaps my female is old-fashioned. How nice that she’s bringing me a gift of food even if she didn’t cook it herself.
Perhaps she tripped on her last step, because her plate hits my table with a bang as she slides into the chair across from me.
“You’ve been staring at me.”
The words are appreciative, but her tone is not. They warned us females are confusing.
“Yes. I’ve been staring at you.” I speak slowly in case she’s distracted by the clear intentions of my mating scent. I don’t want her to doubt my sincere, undiluted interest in her.
“It’s rude.” After that last word, her teeth clatter together, a sign I’ve learned means disapproval.
“I wanted to be clear that all my attention is focused on you and no other.”
“How could I miss it?”
Ah, my message has not been lost on her.
“You’ve been staring at me like a predator.”
This doesn’t surprise me. I assumed she was smart and must certainly know of my leonine origins.
"Yes." I don’t hide the pride in my voice. “I’m anapexpredator.”
Her nostrils flare and her eyes flutter for a moment. Our mandatory reading material suggested this is a signal of annoyance, although I can’t help but wonder if she’s enjoying my attractant scent.
Perhaps she isn’t familiar with the term I used. It’s not her fault. I imagine she studied other things in school.
“Apex predators are at the top of the food chain. We are not preyed upon by any other animals. This makes me uniquely positioned to care for a weak female such as yourself.”
I smile, expecting her to return it. Instead, her eyes round in her delightfully beautiful face and she leans back in her seat to… is she removing herself from my presence?
“C-could you… could you not flash those fangs at me?”
Is her voice quivering? Something tells me that isn’t a good thing.
Chapter Seven
Jenna
I marched over, breakfast tray in front of me like a shield, to convince him to stop staring at me like I’m his next meal. Instead, he’s doubling down on his predatory behavior.
Didn’t the Colonel say they’ve been socializing these guys for three years? You’d think not eye-fucking the people you have to live with for the next two years would have been taught in Getting to Know Women 101. It’s not that difficult of a concept.
