Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

And as much as I hated that monster, I hated my father more.

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

I had eight in total, but preferred to use six of them for movement, keeping the other two wrapped around my arms. They were quite helpful, serving as extra hands for painting or cooking or whatever task I was undertaking.

Would I ever find that type of love?

My eyes focused on the round globes of his ass in his tight athletic shorts as he trotted off toward the tennis courts to do his usual cooldown routine.

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

It wasn’t every day that you saw an ancient blue-green sea creature shuffling around on six tentacles. I resembled something

you’d see in a Guillermo Del Toro film, not a guest at a backyard barbecue.

“No need to be sorry. There are actually studies that show people who swear are more intelligent.”

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.

I wondered if what Cyrus said was true. About people who curse being more intelligent.

“Don’t you ever say tha’, Cy. You’re beautiful. Tha’ guy is an asshole.”

I’d never be a handsome merman.

“I can’t read your mind. But I can communicate with you using my mind. Telepathy,”

“I don’t know. It’s something about the tentacles. I saw this anime once—”

same tho

What kind of food did he like? Calamari was probably out of the question.

“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.

“Gods, Cyrus. You really want to make me come harder than I have in my entire life, then grill me about my childhood trauma?”

“Come here, my little monster fucker.”

He knew how to reach parts of me that no one else could. That applied to the tentacles too.

“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.

“No, not just for that. I don’t know what's going on between the two of you, but ever since he started training with you, he’s been different. It’s like—you’ve fixed something that was broken inside of him. This is the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time, and I think it has something to do with you.”