Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Eighty Five: Gabriel's Beastmen Mark

Waking up late, I found myself tangled between my two mates.

A warm blush crept across my cheeks, and a smile tugged at my lips.

Memories from yesterday flooded my mind, stirring a mix of emotions and thoughts.

My head felt scrambled, trying to piece together all the intimate moments and the truths I had come to realize about them.

Being with my guys I realized, Harvey's dick curved downward it was best when in doggystyle, and Gabriel's curved upward best for missionary style.

But none of it mattered. I wasn't about to turn down being tossed around like a raggedy ann doll and placed in any position for my guys. I loved every second of it.

Now the girth is something different and for a minute I was afraid it wasn't going to fit. It was really to my advantage that I was really turned on and wet and thoroughly well-prepared by the guys.

A fresh wave of warmth washed over me, making me blush all over again. Harvey, in all his complexity, never stops amazing me.

He's a beast.

How does he blend such kindness with that commanding, dominant presence?

Every day, I learn something new about him. Beneath his gentle and helpful nature lies a growing strength I hadn't fully seen before.

It's like my presence has brought out a side of him I never expected—this quiet, confident alpha energy that leaves me captivated. It's so damn sexy.

I've always admired how much he cares about others, but this new assertive side of him? It makes him even more attractive.

Then there's Gabriel—so straightforward it knocks me off balance. He's bold, always speaking his mind with confidence, even in awkward moments. And I love it.

As someone who values honesty and standing up for myself, I find his directness refreshing. It makes our bond stronger.

Now I understand why he's such a great guard. He has a strong sense of justice, always putting what's right above anything else. His integrity, his commitment to doing the right thing, makes me admire him even more.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by how lucky I am to have them. They see me as a blessing, but I need them to know I feel the same way.

I'm grateful beyond words and want the world to know how rare they are. Good men like them aren't easy to find, and somehow, I've found not just one, but two who want and cherish me. That thought humbles me every time.

Another thing I've realized— I really don't like being teased in intimate moments.

I embrace being their submissive princess; it's always been a part of me. But it took the right partners to make me feel safe enough to enjoy it fully.

With them, surrendering feels natural, even joyful.

There's something so fulfilling about letting them take control, trusting them completely. It makes me feel treasured, knowing they see my submission not as weakness, but as something special in our bond.

As Harvey and Gabriel began to stir, their soft movements pulled me away from my thoughts, grounding me back into the moment.

"Love," Harvey murmured, his voice soft in the quiet of the morning.

"Pretty babe," Gabriel added, his greeting echoing Harvey's tenderness.

"My loves, good day," I replied, smiling as warmth spread through me, their presence filling every corner of my heart.