Everything that falls into his ocean belongs to him. Including me.
They threw me out of an airlock. I crashed on a world made of nothing but ocean with no rescue and no hope. Then something ancient rose from the deep. Ishka is massive. Tentacled.
He speaks inside my mind, and he doesn’t ask permission. He healed my shattered bones. Gave me gills to breathe in his world. Keeps me like I was something precious. He says I’m his.
That nothing enters his ocean and leaves. I should hate what he does to me. But when he takes me, it doesn’t feel like captivity. It feels like the safest place I’ve ever been.
Property of the Leviathan is a gay sci-fi monster romance with hurt/comfort, telepathic bonds, and a possessive tentacle alien who knows exactly what to do. HEA guaranteed.
