Deep in the ocean is an ancient power. A god. A monster. A lover. Whichever depends on who you asked for the story.
"Oh dove, my vile, sick dove," his voice wrapped around me, thick as the deep, forcing itself into my lungs like I was drowning in him.
"You're vile," I panted, my body pinned against the cold glass of the tank, his inhuman strength keeping me right where he wanted.
His mouth brushed the column of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin—hard enough to shiver. "No, little pet," he growled, his hands roving, clawing, owning. "You're vile. I am evil."
Dr. Lila Monroe never believed in myths, only science. But when her team captures something impossible—a creature too beautiful, too deadly—she knows she has discovered something beyond human comprehension.
Something that has been waiting for her. Night brings the dreams. Too vivid. Too near. His voice coils around her mind, whispering secrets and promises, drawing her into a place where she is not herself.
He tells her she is his. Possesses her in ways that make her shake when she wakes. But the creature in the tank is no normal specimen. He is an elder abyssal deity, a being who doesn't plead for affection—he demands, he takes, he consumes.
His hunger is never-ending, his obsession unwavering, and Lila is the only one who can hear him, feel him, and crave him.
As forces beyond her control rage above and reality warps around her, she has to make an impossible choice—fight the pull of the void or surrender to a bond she can never break because some hunger will never be denied. And he has waited eons to drown her in pleasure, in terror, in him.
