Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

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. That was a male kraken’s mate bond response.

“You’d have to be out of your gods damn mind not to want what they have. Man or monster, who gives a fuck. Love is love.”

“Ah, yeah. The tongues freak people out a bit, but they’re actually quite helpful. Especially for certain things.”

For the first time in a long time, I had hope. I had a sense of purpose. I had something—someone—that made my life worth living. And that felt pretty damn amazing.

It wasn’t just the tentacles. It was Cyrus.

Oh, hey Cyrus! Nice tentacles you’ve got there. Wanna shove them up my ass?

“So you’re fucking telling me, the first time we met, you touched me with your cock.” Realization hit. “You fucking touch everything with your cock!”

“Your cock is just as pretty as you are, Reece.

“Breathe, darling. You’re doing so well.” Darling. I’d never been called something so sweet.

Cyrus: Gods, I get you off AND I have to text first? I can already tell that there’s going to be an uneven distribution of work here. Reece: What can I say? I’m a pillow princess *princess emoji*

Reece is so me

Good boy.

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

You can be a dickhead, but you’re my dickhead. My life is infinitely better with you in it, Reece Rollins.”

“You are the king of blow jobs, Cy.” “Damn right, I am.”

“Take it, my needy boy. I’m going to fill all of your holes. Leave you dripping with my cum like the little cum slut you are.”

“But just so you know, the image of Reece’s cock is like, burned into my brain. You’re fucking hung, man,”

Reece Rollins wasn’t just my mate. He was the love of my life.