Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

Being one of the oldest monsters around, and potentially the last of your kind, could do that to you.

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.

Of course a man like him would find a monster like me repulsive. And of course, out of all the beings I’d met in my long life, that man was my mate.

“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.”

Never in my life did I think I’d be out to lunch with a tentacle monster, hearing him talk about how good his tongues were for sucking dick.

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

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

Fought with my trainer. Kissed him. Got tentacle fucked. You know, a typical Wednesday. Nothing too crazy.

“As long as you give it your all, that’s what matters. That’s something to be proud of.”

“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.”

I stared at the black screen and a rush of feelings overwhelmed me. It was a confusing mixture of giddiness, anxiety, and adoration. Reece Rollins wasn’t just my mate. He was the love of my life.