Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
NAV
Arena.
My female.
Nothing in my life could compare to her softness against my skin as she slowly relaxed against me. I wanted to curl myself around her and hold her more tightly.
But I didn’t. I still wasn’t sure how she felt about me.
I worried she feared me.
Frowning, I slowly rubbed her back and recalled how she had tried to leave immediately after waking.
Running away had seemed reasonable at the time.
An infected had been calling outside. Humans feared the infected.
And when afraid, they ran blindly, sometimes right toward the danger, which was why I had stopped her from leaving the bedroom.
The way she had locked herself in the bathroom was also a common reaction when infected were near.
Humans felt safer in spaces without windows.
I wanted her to feel safe.
That was why I had spoken to her through the door. However, she had not responded to my reassurances or request to come out. She had stayed inside, even as she grew colder.
What troubled me was how she had asked why I was helping her. I wanted to believe she was interested in me, but I knew better. Humans were naturally suspicious—very few of them spoke plainly or the truth.
To prevent any misunderstanding, I had done both.
So you want to have sex with me?
Although she understood what I wanted, I was not sure what she wanted.
She twitched against me, distracting me as she sank into a more restful sleep. Need throbbed through me at the subtle movement. I wanted to hold her tighter, but refrained.
Forced sex is never as good as willing sex.
Even without her warning, I knew that females did not like to be forced. To have sex. To talk when they did not want to. To look at me. To do anything.
I had already seen many angry, hateful looks from females. I wanted sweet ones. Welcoming ones.
But despite understanding what I wanted, Arena did not give me sweet, welcoming looks when she’d finally emerged.
She’d looked at me with fear.
Was it because I broke the door? Females liked locks when relieving themselves.
Or was it me? She never said it was me. But she had not denied it either.
If she feared me, she would not lie so peacefully on top of me, would she?
She moved again, and I stroked her back, unsure if she was uncomfortable or simply trying to take more of my heat. I wanted to curl around her, but she kept tensing whenever I got closer.
I noticed it when I’d picked her up…
When I’d carried her to the bed…
When I’d helped her find a more comfortable spot to take my heat.
Tensing was not a good sign.
A small sigh escaped me.
I liked when she moved against me. Too much. My balls still ached from her earlier wiggles. I almost regretted stopping her, but I doubted she would have liked me releasing on her uninvited.
She made a soft, sad sound in her sleep that gutted me.
What had my poor female endured before I found her?
Hunger?
Infected?
Human men?
I gritted my teeth, hating whatever demons had followed her into her dreams, and rubbed her back.
“You are safe,” I said softly.
She let out a long exhale and nuzzled my chest.
Had there ever been any female cuter than mine?
Unlikely.
I would give anything to know what she feared about me so I could fix it. I wanted her to want to be mine. To choose me. I wanted to keep her. To care for her.
My knowledge of how to care for a female was extensive.
They liked being warm.
They got angry when hungry and affectionate when fed something they liked. Sometimes so affectionate they liked to suck on their male’s cock.
They hurt before their pussies bled, which was frequently.
Most liked breast massages then, but not all.
I was certain that Arena was not one of the exceptions.
She had relaxed more when I started rubbing her back more firmly.
I hoped that meant she would like breast massages before her period, too.
Their pussies needed extra care. Petting and soft touches before sex. Long, hot baths after the first four hours, and sometimes ice packs. It was safer to alternate between using a cock and a tongue so their pussies wouldn’t tire too soon.
I hoped she was one of the females who would ask me to use my tongue on her while she did other things. I could taste her while she was eating…reading…sleeping.
My cock jerked, and I quickly shifted my thoughts to what else I knew.
The secret to winning a female was to capture her heart. To do that, I needed to discover her favorite form of affection.
Some females liked hearing how good they were, but not like I would praise any of my brothers.
Females did not care about being strong or powerful.
They liked to know if their hair or eyes were pleasing to look at, but never their soft and puffy stomachs.
That did not work well for Belak. The female had cried and had not spoken to him again.
Other females liked going for walks and talking about what they did or learned that day. Those females were harder to please. They craved companionship, but never from one of us. Others liked help doing things. But specific things, and they never said what those things were.
I did not like guessing. Guessing often made females cry.
My gut clenched uncomfortably at the thought of making Arena cry.
I preferred females who said what they wanted.
Most females were like that. They would ask for things, like food, supplies, and pretty clothes.
I frowned, hoping Arena was not a female who wanted pretty clothes, torn between wanting to please her and not wanting her to cover herself.
It would be better if she liked being touched. I would give anything for a female who wanted me to touch her all the time. Touch females liked to be carried and cuddled. Even when they did not want sex, they stayed close.
If Arena’s favorite form of affection were touch, I would need to be careful, though.
Every female seemed to have a sacred no-touch place that they reacted to very badly.
Idos was helping a female who lost a shoe and touched her toes.
She kicked him in the face and was very angry.
While shoveling cow dung, Eljek accidentally got some on a female’s face.
He had brushed it off with his palm, and the female slapped him so hard she hurt her wrist. He avoided females now, worried he would cause another injury.
Thankfully, no female seemed to mind their pussy being touched.
Yet.
Smoothing my hand down Arena’s back, I hoped she was not an exception to that.
What females loved more than anything was each other.
Not sexually—although one of my brothers was living with two females who preferred to lick each other’s pussies.
Most females simply liked being together.
Not necessarily in the same house, but close to one another.
They liked other female company. Talking. Laughing. Doing things together.
If I wanted to please Arena and win her heart, I needed to help her find her companions. While helping her, maybe I would learn what kind of affection she liked.
Lost in thought as I considered the possibilities, I closed my eyes and ran my hand down Arena’s back.
Slowly, she warmed.
It felt so good.
Especially when she moved in her sleep, nuzzling against me. It made my cock ache fiercely, but I refused to leave her and relieve the pressure. She would grow cold again without me. And what if she made another sad sound if I left her? No. I would stay.
But I had to stop touching her.
Lying there, I listened to her breathe and wished she had been more comfortable in that lower position. Her exhales were teasing my neck, making my skin prickle.
My cock started to leak just before her breathing changed. She tensed on top of me. Why? Was she afraid?
She stayed silent for a long while before speaking.
“Nav? Are you awake?”
Relieved she wasn’t afraid, I resumed rubbing her back the way she seemed to like.
“Yes. What do you need?”
“To use the bathroom and move around a little. Is it okay if I get off of you now?”
I lifted my arms so she could leave. She braced her hands on my chest and slid to the side. Her thigh dragged over my cock in the best way. I tried not to make a sound, but failed.
“Sorry,” she said before hurrying to the bathroom.
I stood and stretched while listening to her use the toilet and wash. Her teeth started to clack together.
“Are you getting cold, Arena? You can warm yourself on me again.”
“Actually, I’m more hungry than cold,” she said. “Any chance you have some clothes I can wear so I can find something to eat?”
“I have something you can eat,” I said, removing the packaged meat I had placed in the bedside table’s drawer. The store across the street had plenty more, but this was all I’d grabbed before hearing the females in the street earlier.
“Let me guess,” she said without coming out. “A big sausage, just for me, right?”
Stunned, I looked at the packaged meat I held.
“How did you know?”
She opened the door, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The smile vanished, and she froze as her gaze shifted to my waist.
The difference in size between my brothers and me and human males always scared females at first.
“Hard, wrapped meat is safe,” I said, hoping to distract her.
Her mouth dropped open in a way that said I had offended her.
But how?