Moonlight dripped through silver leaves as she lay on moss, bare skin glowing beneath the stars. He emerged from the trees—antlers crowned his head, eyes gold and ancient. The forest held its breath as he knelt, hands reverent on her hips.

“You summoned me,” he rumbled.

“I dreamed of you,” she whispered, opening for him.

His touch sparked heat through her veins, his tongue tasting magic at her core.

Flowers bloomed around them, vines curling to cradle her thighs.

When he entered her, the earth pulsed.

By dawn, she wasn’t human anymore.

She was his forest bride.