He only needs one thing for the rut. Her.
Wren hikes into the mountains for a rare flower worth a fortune. All she needs is a quick trade and a safe trip home. What she finds instead is Slate, the massive minotaur who guards the only place winterbloom grows. He offers her a deal that should send her running: stay through the week of his rut and he will give her everything she came for.
Seven days. One cabin. A monster built for need and a witch who cannot look away.
Slate has spent years suffering through each rut alone. Too dangerous. Too strong. Too easy to lose control. Wren’s scent shreds his restraint the second she steps inside his home and soon the line between protection and possession dissolves.
The rut demands everything. Her body. His sanity. Their limits.
What begins as a trade burns into something fierce and undeniable.
Perfect for readers who crave:
• Minotaur alpha
• Rut heat and relentless need
• Size difference and mating intensity
• Claimed, marked, and filled again and again
• A protective monster who falls first and hardest
• A witch who chooses the danger anyway
This is a standalone monster erotica short with scorching heat, obsessive desire, and a complete ending. No cliffhanger. High spice. All consent.
