Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

As dark as he was, and with eyes of steel, Ketzia could not help but feel as if she played with fire. The heat from his body could be felt in welcoming waves as he drew nearer, pivoting his side to her in an attempt to entice her with the many scents of men upon his pelt. Her eyes gleamed mischieviously, though a certain hesitation swelled in her breast. What dangerous game was she about to play in to?
 
“What good fortune I have to come across a gentleman such as yourself—valiant to the point of offering others for my amusement,” she teased, her form swaying to brazenly graze her nose closer to his side. “And what sort of company does a night stalker like yourself keep?”