Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

Would I ever be worthy? Would I ever find that type of love?

i stg that hoe beter be nice to this dude

I needed to get laid. Bad.

o no i have the ick

“Well, I’d feel more comfortable if he kept his sharp monster teeth away from my sister’s pus-”

weird but ok

“Hmm, maybe it’s the tentacles or something.” My grin widened as one of the thick tendrils in question uncoiled from where it was wrapped around my forearm and gave Fallon a playful wave.

fuck thats cute

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. There was no way that this was happening. The three hearts inside of my chest thumped rapidly, and I fought to get my words out, to do anything to hide the fact that Reece Rollins and I were mates.

There was nothing in the world worse than being rejected by your mate. It was likely I wouldn’t survive it. And, to be honest, I wasn’t sure I would want to.

You could be masculine and pretty. They weren’t mutually exclusive.

“My first thought was sushi because I’m on a meal plan right now, but I wasn’t sure if—” My fins flapped as I laughed. “Reece. I’m a sea creature. Fish eat other fish all the time. Sushi is perfect.”

I didn’t blame him. I looked fucking good. But still, we had an agreement as coach and trainer. I didn’t need shit getting weird.

i dont like him ugh

I certainly will, tentacle daddy.

I clutched my phone against my chest and cried, letting the tears drip down my face and over my fins. An orgasm and a text message and I turned into a sobbing mess. But these were happy tears. 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.

i stg dude better love him so good

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

I struggled to pull my jammers over my now semi-erect cock.

Cyrus was scary when he was angry, but he was also sort of hot.

“I want you to fuck me.” My voice was a breathless whisper. “Oh, thank fuck.” Cyrus kissed me again,

screaming!!!!! im ready

“You would like that. Look at you. A monster fucker too. It must be genetic.”

I’d fucked my mate for the first time in the shower stall of my best friend’s gym.

It was like a weight lifted off of me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt lighter.

Was I really going to send Cyrus nudes while I was at work? Yes, yes I absolutely was.

u better do WHATEVER that sweet kraken says

The fucker had given me a purple nurple.

A silicone dildo that was shaped like a tentacle.

After sex, he’d snuggle up against me and run his fingers over the fins on my face while he stared into my eyes. He was sensitive.

Reece scanned the empty street for a moment before he leaned over and wrapped his hand behind my head, pulling me in for a kiss.

hiding ur with cyrus???? i dont like that

“I can be sweet sometimes.”

lyin

Inspired by the beauty of my mate. By you.

His hand snaked over the center console and came to rest on one of my tentacles, his thumb rubbing tiny circles over my smooth skin.

ok that was sweet.

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

I don’t give a fuck that you’re a monster. I have feelings for you, Cyrus, and I’m sorry it took a near-death experience for me to admit that.”

SCREAMING

my hair pushed back in that messy way Cyrus liked,

hehe!!!!!

I stepped closer to a piece that depicted a sunrise over the water. It reminded me of the morning Cyrus and I had spent together down by the lake several weeks before. The morning where I’d almost drowned and then confessed my feelings for Cyrus. “Cy painted that one a few weeks ago. It’s good, isn’t it?” Fallon asked and ruffled his feathers. I nodded, smiling to myself. Cyrus was a shithead. Keeping these from me. I wondered what other secrets he had.

im smilin like a fool rn

He was so fucking handsome. Not in the traditional sense, sure, but in a way that was attractive to me. The angular planes of his face, his soft translucent fins, the musculature of his body, his bright coloring, and those tentacles.

“Cheeky fuck.” “Cheeky? Look at that. Not only am I rubbing you off, I’m rubbing off on you.” His fins vibrated with laughter.

“Yes, yes. Come on. You’re grouchy when you don’t get your way, you know that?”

cyrus is more than his tentacles u horny fuck

Feelings that were strange and foreign to me; that had my heart beating fast and gave me the warm fuzzies.

Because of his webbing, we struggled to thread our fingers together, but it never really bothered me. I was just happy to be touching him. It was crazy what a difference a few months could make. How one being could change your whole outlook.

“Will you stop fucking making me laugh.” His body shook with laughter as I continued to wrench the wetsuit over it. “We’re trying to do something serious and suddenly you turn into a fucking comedian.” I reached the bulge at Reece’s crotch and absolutely lost it, bursting into a fit of laughter that had my fins vibrating along my neck.

I knew the answer was yes, but again, I needed my mate to say it. I needed verbal confirmation that my dual-tongued blowjobs were the most superior in all the land.

“Your heartbeat. It’s sort of weird.” He rubbed his hand over my chest, feeling my thumping hearts underneath. “That’s because I have three hearts.” And they all beat for you.

You would think I’d be afraid of Cyrus when he acted like that—that possessive, dominant version of himself—but it fucking turned me on. If Fallon wasn’t here, I’d beg him to spread me over the island and have his way with me.

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

“Let them stare.” I was so fucking tired of hiding our relationship and letting my fears control me. So, without a second thought, I kissed him.

MY CHEEKS HURT

Fallon held his head high, his tail happily swaying in the air behind him. “I didn’t say anything either, but damn am I glad the cat is out of the bag. I suck at secrets.”

For hours, while Reece slept, I painted. I’d glance at myself in the mirror then use my paintbrush to recreate my image on canvas. When I was finished, I stepped back to take in the final piece. While I’d left Reece unchanged, the merman had been replaced with a perfect rendition of myself. A beautiful blue-green kraken with a billowing parachute of tentacles below his waist embraced his human mate underwater. They stared at one another lovingly, knowing that they’d make the journey back to the surface—together.

CRYINNNNGGGGG

You can’t wear gray sweatpants everywhere.” He turned his head, his soft lips grazing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Even if your cock looks fab in them.”