Muscles & Monsters (Leviathan Fitness, #1)

by Ashley Bennett

“Yes. That’s right. Such a good girl for me. Such a little slut for my sharp teeth.”

“That’s right. Be a good girl for me and come on my cock, Tegan. I’m so close. Come on my cock like a good little slut and I’ll fill you with my cum.”

In more ways than one, I was so incredibly fucked.

I wiped the sweat off of my brow and watched with rapt attention as my cum dribbled out of Tegan’s sweet cunt. It took everything in me not to drag a finger through it and push it back inside,

“A moment of discomfort is nothing compared to a lifetime of unhappiness. Knowing that it led me to you, I’d make that choice again and again.”

I might as well have said that I was in love with her. Truth be told, I think I was.

For a long time I struggled with my body, but I’d learned to love it. Every stretch mark and cellulite dimple.

Sameee!!

He turned his back to me and walked toward the closet, giving me a perfect view of his ass. And holy shit, was it perfect. I was correct in my earlier assessment that you could bounce a quarter off of that thing.

👀

“I wish that I could say it's a pleasure, but from what Atlas has told me, you were a truly awful partner.” Tegan grabbed my hand in hers and squeezed tightly. “He deserved better.”

“Listen, bitch. I don’t care what happens to wolven during the full moon, and I don’t know what rut is. But what I do know is that Atlas is my partner now and if you ever show your face in this gym, hell, even this town ever again, we’re going to have a real problem.”

“Even the bit about me being your partner?” He asked shyly. I snorted a laugh and rubbed my finger along the soft fur coating the back of his hand. “Especially the part about you being my partner.”

“When there’s a full moon, wolven get—” He paused, trying hard to find the right word. “Feral. We revert back to some of our base instincts. We hunt, chase, and, well, fuck, under the light of the moon. We go into something called rut. The sex is primal, uncontrolled, rough, and, uh, it can last for hours. It’s how our kind connect with nature and with one another. And eventually—” Another pause and Atlas looked at me thoughtfully. “That’s how we connect with our mates. ”

“Wolven are drawn to their mate by an unknown force. For some it happens instantaneously, but for others it takes time for the urge to mate with their partner to form.” He bit his lip and scrubbed his hand over the back of his head. “I know this is probably overwhelming…”

Heat pooled low in my belly at the thought of Atlas biting me. Claiming me. Bonding me to him forever. Things were still so early on that the very idea of being stuck with him for the rest of my life should have made my skin crawl, but it didn’t.

“I-I don’t know. Before the integration, most wolven-human pairings were private about their lives together.”

Fallon: Just finished up. Whatchu need, wolf daddy?

“What’s not to like about sugary slow-cooked meats?”

“Gonna fucking rut this pussy during the full moon. You’re mine, baby.” The sharp tips of my teeth trailed across her pulse point and Tegan moaned. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you? Just like you enjoy a little bit of pain.” “Uh-huh,” Tegan mumbled as I thrust my hips to meet hers. “Such a good little slut for your big bad wolf.”

“Nah, baby. You gotta rest up. This pussy has to be ready to take me again and again during the full moon.”

It took every bit of self control I had not to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the couch, but I wanted to give her some time to recover before the big event in a few days.

“I think I know what you’re trying to say.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed my knuckles softly. “You could try to mate me.”

“And as far as the prospect of mating goes, when the goddess brings two people together, regardless of species, she’s never wrong. What’s meant to be, will be.” I could hear the smile in her voice. My mother was always a believer in true love.

Tegan: Yesss, I’m awake, wolf daddy. Atlas: OH GODS NO. FALLON CALLS ME THAT *sick emoji*

“Hey, wolf daddy!” Tegan yelled from across the gym. Fallon lost it and threw his head back with a laugh. The shrill sound caused my ears to flatten against my head. Annoying fucker.

“The two of you together is bad news. I can already tell that I’m going to be the brunt of a lot of jokes.”

“It’s probably for the best if you just accept it. Fallon was helping me warm up and telling me some stories about you.”

“I thought we talked about wolf daddy,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “I don’t know. You might have to spank me and teach me a lesson,” she whispered back. That little minx.

“That’s right. My girl likes to be afraid. She loves scary monsters and loves fucking them even more.”

I’d make good on that whole biting her ass idea at some point. Maybe I’d even eat it. Slip my tongue right in there. Weren’t the kids doing that these days? I was down to clown.

“If you need us, Tegan, the safe word is cake. If you feel unsafe for even a single second, just yell it out and we’ll come to you.”

“Run, run, run, my sweet thing,” Atlas roared as he tore through the trees. “Come and get me, wolf daddy,”

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl. Such good prey.”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Look at you taking me so well.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and run as fast as you can?”