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The red sun was low in the sky when they arrived at a cluster of small cabins and tents in a densely wooded grove at the base of the mountains. A bonfire was already burning in the center to take the edge off the chill of the coming night. Darkness fell quickly here once the sun dropped below the horizon, and it was often cool even during the summer months.
“You live here?” he asked Drake, as the vehicle rolled to a stop under one of the trees.
The man shook his head and turned off the ignition. “No, most of us have farms and ranches nearby. We just come here to camp and party occasionally. You caught us on a fun night.”
Michael climbed out of the Jeep and stretched, his back creaking and popping a little. He could hear someone playing guitar and singing near the fire. Another person was accompanying them on a fiddle.
So far, so good. It felt like one of the more festive trips they’d taken with some of their outdoor adventure groups. He looked past the people clustered around the bonfire and saw a few cows tied to the oaks on the outer edge and grazing in the long grass of a small meadow.
Drake noticed where he was looking. “Hungry? I hope you’re not a vegetarian or something. Fresh beef is on the menu tonight. I think you’re gonna love it. I bet you’ll never have steaks this amazing for the rest of your life!”
Michael wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. He could take it as a promise or a threat. But, before he could respond, a tall, athletic woman came out of one of the cabins and began walking over to them. The few people who were still making their way over to the fire stopped and nodded their heads in respect as she passed by.
Well, well, that must be Freja. He didn’t mean to stare, but she was the kind of lady anyone would notice, and he could see she was aware of her impact on others. She had a tiny self-satisfied smile on her beautiful face.
She walked up to where they were standing in front of the Jeep. Drake made an introduction. “Freja, this is Michael.” He grimaced a little and continued, “Valeria told him where to find us, apparently. He wants to discuss some sort of arrangement with us that he claims will be mutually beneficial.”
She extended a hand to him. Michael reached out to shake it and discovered she felt amazingly warm. “Nice to meet you, Freja. I know coming here like this is a bit unconventional. But, I guess everything about us and what’s been going on lately is pretty unconventional. I have a proposition for you that I think you’d like to hear. Are you up for talking about some business before dinner?”
She wrinkled her pretty freckled nose and laughed, "What a perfectly human thing to request. Business before pleasure? I think not. We don't play by those silly rules anymore. Pleasure first, whenever you can. Life is short, Michael. Well, your life is anyway."
She grinned at him with her perfectly white teeth and, again, he felt vaguely threatened. He was going to have to be on his toes this evening. His spidey sense was tingling off the charts, which wasn’t surprising. But, there wasn’t much he could do about it, yet.
She led the way over to the bonfire and sat down at a picnic table near the warmth. Raising one hand to signal someone out of view, she turned and gestured for Michael and Drake to join her. As they sat down, a man placed full glasses in front of them on the table.
Drake lifted his glass and said, “Here’s to our new friend! Let’s hope we’re all happy with the outcome of our evening together.”
Michael tapped his glass against theirs and took a sip. The burning of the liquor wasn’t unpleasant, given his love for Scotch, but it had some sort of flavor on the back of his tongue that he didn’t find familiar.
“This is… interesting. Thank you. What is it?”
“Our own special recipe,” said Drake. “Glad you like it. I think you’ll find it takes the edge off and will help you enjoy things a lot more tonight.”
A pretty young woman approached with her arms full of plates that she set down in front of them on the table. Michael’s stomach growled as he smelled the freshly-grilled steaks and roasted potatoes. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast. He glanced at Freja and she motioned for him to dig in.
Drake was right. It was the best damn steak he’d ever tasted. Perfectly rare and seasoned with just a little salt and pepper, releasing a delicious iron tang of blood on his tongue with the first bite. Damn…
A few people got up from the logs they were sitting on around the fire. More joined them from other nearby tables. Michael watched them leave the circle and head into the darkness beyond.
As he finished his plate, he noticed the moonrise through the trees. “A full moon, of course. That makes sense for your little gathering here."
Drake laughed. "You don't really know that much about us, after all. We don't need the moon to turn. We can do it anytime we please. It does take a lot of energy though, which is why we feast like this. It’s more that we enjoy playing at night. Who doesn't? We see very well in the dark, but the moonlight makes things even more exciting, don't you agree?"
Just then, a deep howl rang out into the silvery evening air. It was joined by a chorus of additional howls and yowls that harmonized with the first. The hair on the back of Michael’s neck stood up. It would be a chilling sound under any circumstances, but it was doubly so given what he knew. Those weren’t ordinary wolves.
Freja looked into his eyes. “You are safe as long as you stay with me and Drake. We don’t normally eat our steak cooked if you know what I mean. It’s good to keep our hunting skills sharp, so we do this every month.”
The terrifying sound of the hunt continued and he could hear the prey panicking. A cow bellowed and cried out, but the sound was abruptly cut off and he could hear the pack snarling and growling. Michael couldn’t stop staring into the darkness beyond the fire, afraid of what he might see, but also too afraid to look away.
Freja made a deep moaning noise, which made him quickly look over at her despite his fear. Drake stood behind her, massaging her shoulders as she twisted her supple neck from side to side. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. Her golden eyes opened and she looked at Michael with a sensual smile on her lips.
“I told you. You’re safe with me. There’s no reason to be scared. My people need to eat just like you do. Relax, Michael. Have some fun before we move on to discuss business.”
His head was spinning a bit from the strange liquor, and he felt warm and tingling next to the roaring fire. The woman who had brought the steaks to them came walking back to their table. She came closer and took his face in both of her warm hands, tilting his head back and gently kissing him. Her mouth tasted a little of blood, but he didn’t care. It was hard to concentrate with her tongue tracing a hot, wet line down the side of his neck. She gently nipped him and quietly giggled.
Her hands slid down his shoulders and across his chest. Her fingertips grazed his nipples as she continued to explore his body. The musky scent of her hair filled his nose and he could feel himself growing aroused even though his heart was still pounding from the tension and fear. She pushed his knees apart to kneel between his legs. Her hands found his belt buckle and she released it as she began unzipping his pants.
She reached inside, gently pulled him out, and began stroking. He grew harder and groaned quietly, throwing his head back with pleasure. She leaned forward to take him in her wet mouth, her head slowly bobbing up and down.
Freja watched them with a hungry look in her eyes. Drake’s hands were inside her shirt and massaging her chest. She called out, "Don't let him cum, Sonja. Save his seed for me."
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