Semua Bab THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Bab 131 - Bab 140

EDALThe heavy silence that followed my command was broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire and the deep, harsh rhythm of our breathing.Ezra didn't pull away. Every muscle in his lean frame snapped tight, his long hybrid ears pinning back as his chest rose and fell rapidly against the thick wall of Rylan’s forearm. He was a grown warrior of this pack—a man who had killed lowlanders in the snow and held the western ridges under my direct command—but under the collective weight of the three of us, his golden eyes burned with a dark, volatile mix of defiance and absolute submission."I can take whatever you give me, Korr," Ezra rasped out, his voice dropping into a rough, low growl that vibrated straight through the floorboards. His fingers dug hard into the thick muscle of Rylan’s arm, his knuckles turning white as he tilted his head back against Rylan’s shoulder, exposing the long, corded line of his neck. "Don't hold back because you think I’ll break.""Good," I growled softly,

TAREKThe air in the subterranean chamber had grown dangerously thick, saturated with the heavy, musky scent of hot sweat, pine smoke, and the deep, territorial mark of the pack.The hearth fire had burned down to a pile of glowing orange coals, casting long, dramatic shadows across the rough granite walls and the broad expanse of the black fur rug.Ezra lay sprawled on his side between Korr and Rylan, his lean, corded frame trembling in slow, involuntary waves. His golden eyes were half-lidded and dazed, staring blankly into the dying embers as his chest heaved to capture a full breath. His silver-fled hybrid ears were twitching faintly against the furs, completely spent, while his golden skin glistened with sweat and the thick, hot spend of two Alphas pooling beneath his thighs.I remained on my knees beside him, my bare torso cool against the rising heat in my lower belly.As the medic of Haven, I knew every muscle, bone, and nerve in Ezra’s body. I knew the precise limit of his en

EZRAThe sharp, medicinal sting of willow-bark tea hung heavy on my tongue, but it couldn't drown out the bitter, suffocating heat trapped in my throat.The lower chamber was stifling. The hearth fire crackled with a low, rhythmic snap, throwing long, amber shadows across the rough stone walls and the broad expanse of the black fur rug where Korr and Rylan had completely unraveled me hours before.Every tiny movement was pure, agonizing friction. My thighs were flushed dark red, my inner walls still throbbing with the thick, lingering fullness of Korr's heavy thrusts and Rylan's relentless, punishing pace. My skin burned everywhere their calloused hands had clamped down to anchor me—broad, bruised grip-marks stamped into my hips, my collarbones, and the small of my back like permanent iron seals.I gripped the edge of the heavy oak workbench, my knuckles turning stark white as I forced my legs to hold my weight."Sit back down on the bed, Ezra," Tarek’s voice cut through the dim room—

KORRThe table groaned under our combined weight as I established a relentless, punishing rhythm into Ezra’s slick, swollen depth.Every single thrust was heavy, brutal, and utterly possessive—a massive wall of raw muscle and heat driving straight into his core, hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside him over and over until the wet, slapping thud of my hips against his rear echoed off the stone walls like thunder.Ezra was completely shattered beneath us. His fingers clawed helplessly at Korr’s broad, muscular forearms trapped across his chest, his head thrashing against the wood as Tarek ruthlessly dominated his mouth."Look at him, Korr," I growled, my deep voice dragging up from the dark bottom of my chest, rough and thick with raw, territorial adrenaline. "The pup spent the whole morning complaining about being locked underground, but now he’s squeezing my shaft so tight he’s begging for every inch.""He knows where he belongs, Rylan," Korr growled back from the head of the tabl

EdalThe air in the chamber remained suffocatingly warm, heavy with the thick scent of pine smoke, sweat, and the musk of four men bound to one mountain.Ezra lay face-down on the black fur rug between us. His body was completely soft and trembling, his long hybrid ears lying flat against his dark hair. His back was flushed pink, covered in dark red grip-marks from where Rylan and I had held him down against the floorboards.Rylan sat back on his heels at Ezra’s side, breathing heavily. Sweat ran down his broad, scar-covered chest in steady streams, dripping onto his bare thighs. He reached over with his broad hand, resting his heavy palm flat on Ezra’s lower back, feeling the rapid, shallow rise and fall of the young man’s lungs."He took every drop, Korr," Rylan rumbled, his voice rough and low in his chest. "I don't think his legs will carry him to the wash basin tonight.""He doesn't need to walk anywhere," I said, shifting my weight so I could sit back on my knees beside Ezra’s h