Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Eighty Two: Willingly Falling On My Path To You

As Gabriel and Harvey walked toward me, I stepped forward, holding out my hands, palms open, showing I trusted them.

Without hesitation, they each took one of my hands, pressing soft kisses to my palms, silently acknowledging how important this moment was.

Gabriel's voice, filled with uncertainty, broke the silence. "Is this what you want?" His eyes searched mine, wanting to be sure I understood what this meant.

They both knew that being with more than one partner was new to me. It was nothing like what I was used to, so different from how things were in my world. Here, it was normal, but for me, it was something I had never imagined.

Their kisses moved slowly up my arms, gentle and careful, not just asking for permission but offering me a way out if I wanted it.

Harvey's voice was soft but serious as it intertwined with Gabriel's. "Tell us if you're not ready. There's no rush." they said.

Their words and actions showed their patience and respect, letting me know I had the choice and support I needed.

A shiver ran through me as I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "You tell me... what is 'baby gurl' telling you?" I knew they could sense my desire, the air thick with unspoken feelings.

Gabriel's response was gentle but meaningful. "I can tell what 'baby gurl' is saying," he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. "But where are you... here?" His voice was so soft.

His kiss on my forehead wasn't just a sign of affection; it was a question, asking what was in my heart and mind.

He continued, his hand resting tenderly against the side of my head, his words flowing directly into my consciousness as he kissed my temple.

"You've been through so much since you arrived here. You've had to change and adapt in so many ways. That takes strength. I, we can wait..." he said.

The embrace from him and Harvey that followed wrapped me in warmth and understanding.

Tears welled in my eyes, reflecting the emotions stirring within me. In their arms, I realized how far I'd come—how I'd grown to truly care for Gabriel, to accept him as my mate, and to step into a life I never expected.

This wasn't just change; it was transformation. Embracing this new life didn't mean it was easy. Sharing my heart and my relationship with Harvey, my first and only love in both lives, was a huge step.

This intimacy, this sharing of one's deepest self, was not a commodity to be given lightly.

It was a sacred exchange, visible in the way I cherished Harvey, an embodiment of love's truest form.

On this journey, the one leading me to new bonds and understanding, something within me shifted.

Gabriel's words, so sincere and understanding, didn't just touch me—they changed me. In that moment, my feelings for him deepened, tipping into love.

It wasn't gradual; it was sudden, overwhelming, and I let myself fall willingly in love with him.

Before my words could form, Gabriel's actions spoke volumes. He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me close, his head nestled against my chest as he ascended the stairs to our room, Harvey's silent presence a comforting shadow behind us.

Once in the sanctity of our room, Gabriel gently set me down on the bed. Then, kneeling before me, he returned his head to its refuge against my chest, holding my hand as if it were the most precious treasure.