CHAPTER 1
He said he’d answered when no other would listen.
Summoned.
That he was the tide meant to drown the flesh of the sun. His cock the altar she’d begged to be broken across. Anchoring her to the deep where he might covet his precious, living flame.
He’d promised her devotion would strengthen his rebel empire and spawn a new era.
But then he’d stolen her voice and watched her drown.
And now Kore craved the touch of a monsterandthe taste of his venom.
Eyes closed, brow furrowed, Kore squirmed. Shifting where she was cradled in a fist of coral at the bottom of the Black Sea. Imprisoned in a cage built just for her. It pulsed with a haunting blue caste as the reef hummed around her, alive. The exact shade of blue reflected in her veins as her eyelids flicked back and forth.
Dreaming.
Her mind adrift. Seeking shelter from the impossible reality of what she’d become.
A Siren.
Her body no longer her own.
Not… notreally.
For no human could sleep in the crushing depths, locked away in the black waters.
But neither was she one ofthem.
Pelagorn.
Born of the sea.
Creatures of the deepest myth.
The meeting of some long extinct leviathan and the mutant bastard delivered from Poseidon’s bloodline.
Human to their naval.
Leviathan to the tip of their fluke.
Twitching in her sleep, she arched. Breasts heavy and ripe, nipples puckered. Glinting with the shimmer of sunfire and warmth where tiny scales ringed those sensitive buds. Aching for the scrape of his claws, the weight of his palm.
She whimpered, dreaming of the way he’d pinch until she mewled. Rough and demanding and cruel.
Traitorous thing that it was, her body reacted. Gushing a vicious liquid, her folds wept for the monster who’d claimed her. Swollen with need as she perfumed the water with the scent both rich and delicate.
The reef’s tender polyps leaned toward her, ravenous mouths breathing her in. Giving precious oxygen in exchange for the delectable scent that hadn’t existed inanysea for countless generations.
Shifting in her sleep, hips rolling in search of friction, a puff of bubbles escaped her gills—what might have been a moan on the surface, if she had any air—but she didn’t wake.
She dreamed.
Of the stretch. The way he’d split her open, filled her with molten heat and made her more than whole. Wedging himself inside her as he’d pumped her womb so full she’d been unableto draw breath without tasting brine, even as she’d cried and begged for more.
And then he’d dragged her into the black waters and held her against his chest as she’d drowned. Knotting her placid, he’d locked inside her done exactly that.
Given hermore.
