Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Wagon

The shift in energy was undeniable.

One moment, we were moving through the forest, collecting food, speaking in casual conversation. The next, the air thickened, charged with something electric, something inevitable.

Winston's grip on me had tightened the moment he laid me down inside the wagon. The soft cushions beneath me did nothing to temper the intensity in his gaze, and Gabriel he wasn't far behind.

I barely had time to breathe before I felt it. The weight of Winston pressing against me, the warmth of Gabriel settling beside me, their combined presence surrounding me completely.

I wasn't going anywhere.

Winston's hand skimmed up my side, slow and deliberate, sliding beneath my shirt as his lips brushed against my wrist, his breath warm against my skin. "I want you," he murmured, voice low, rough.

Gabriel was there before I could respond, his fingers trailing up my thigh, igniting a slow burn with every inch he claimed. "Me too."

I exhaled sharply, my pulse a steady drum against my ribs.

They weren't playing this time.

The tension between us had been building all day, simmering beneath the surface, teasing, lingering. But now..now, it had snapped.

I exhaled "Whatever my guys want," letting myself be taken in whatever way they needed me as nervous excitement grew within me and spread throughout my whole body.

For I needed it—them

I let my fingers slip through Winston's hair, tugging just enough to feel his sharp inhale against my wrist. His muscles flexed beneath my touch, his control straining.

Gabriel was no better. His hand slid further up my thigh and skimmed across my core, "Hmmph..." his lips grazing my shoulder, the heat of his breath making me shiver.

I swallowed, my head spinning. "Y'all couldn't wait, huh?" My voice was teasing, but the breathless hitch betrayed me.

Winston leaned in, his mouth at my ear, voice thick with want. "You've been taunting us all day, my love."

Gabriel chuckled, his tone rich, heated. "It's only fair we return the favor."

Their hands moved in unity—Winston's firm, Gabriel's teasing, both claiming me at once, and as my body melted between them, I realized something. I didn't want them to stop.

No, I wanted them to wreck me.

Winston's right hand covered my breast and made my nipple peak as he caressed it and licked along my neck.

"Oh huaa yes.." I whined.

Gabriel's left hand slid up my stomach, gripping my love handle before gliding back down, his right hand fingers slipping lower until he was cupping babygurl completely. The sensation sent jittering flutters racing from my core up into my stomach, and I was growing wet at the heat and pressure coming off his hand, pressing me down right there.

I whimpered, "Hmm...please," my left hand sliding up Winston's arm, while my other one pressed over Gabriel's, grinding my hips against his palm, to get him to touch me in the way that I needed, begging for more.

He grinned, dark and knowing. "What a needy thing you are."

I moaned, "Mmhmm..." as numbness and electricity jolted through me. I ground myself harder against Gabriel's touch while Winston's right hand massaged upward, covering my breast and nipple.

Oh, goodness. It was driving me insane.

Winston reached for my face with his left hand, tilting my chin before his lips crashed against mine. "Mmmph...!" The taste, the scent, the heat radiating off his body—it was so much. The desperation in his kiss, the need, unraveled me completely.