Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

Krakens were mythical creatures even among mythical creatures.

As if by its own accord, one of my tentacles unraveled and snaked around his forearm. It was one of my breeding tentacles, my hectocotylus, and the moment it made contact with his skin—I almost came. Oh, gods no.

The three hearts inside of my chest thumped rapidly,

“He pulled his arm away so fast.” I lowered my voice. “Like he thought I was disgusting.” Fallon gasped so loud I nearly swerved the car into oncoming traffic. “Fallon!” I yelled, but he was completely unaffected. The griffon simply leaned closer and nuzzled his beak against my shoulder. “Don’t you ever say tha’, Cy. You’re beautiful. Tha’ guy is an asshole.”

tentacle daddy.

Got tentacle fucked. You know, a typical Wednesday. Nothing too crazy.

Reece: What can I say? I’m a pillow princess *princess emoji*

“If you’re a good boy and do your swim, I promise I’ll get you a coffee and get you off.”

He could be such a brat. But he was my brat.

Tegan’s friends are my friends. Whatever makes her happy.” The tip of Atlas’s tail wagged ever so slightly.

“It isn’t my fault you find me irresistible.

I was even contemplating growing out my chest hair for him. The things that kraken could get me to do.

Maybe it was some sort of dominance thing with wolven males—whoever could give the most crushing hug was the top dog.

I needed verbal confirmation that my dual-tongued blowjobs were the most superior in all the land. His eyes were hooded and his chest heaved as he looked down at me. “You are the king of blow jobs, Cy.” “Damn right, I am.”

The triathlon was the following morning, and we’d decided it was best if Reece slept in his own bed and kept to his usual routine. I had this annoying habit of distracting him with sex.

We are truly one of those sickeningly cute couples.”