All Chapters of THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EDALThe main hall of the bunker was a complete madhouse. Evening. The militia was celebrating the win against Jared's army. The refinery fire and the courtyard fight had saved our asses, and everyone was getting completely wasted to forget the dead.Cheap alcohol flowed everywhere. Music blasted from the old static speakers. The vibe was loud, chaotic, fast. People laughed, shouted, tossed back drinks like it was their last night alive.But beneath the noise, the tension still lingered thick in the air.I leaned against the concrete pillar, took a long swig from my bottle, welcomed the burning sensation down my fucking throat. My eyes drifted across the crowded room. Soldiers whispered, their eyes darting toward the command tier. They hadn't forgotten what happened after the fight. Korr kissing Ezra—a hybrid—right in front of the whole camp had pissed a lot of people off. The resentment bubbled, but right now, alcohol was overriding the anger.“Look at them.” Rylan's voice muttered f

EDALI walked straight toward the holding area where Marcus was sitting, cutting right through the heavy silence before the midnight deadline hit. I wasn't going to sit around in the shadows and wait to see if Korr would actually trade my body to protect his secret biology.“Edal, back the fuck up right now,” Rylan snapped, his voice sharp, irritated, and pissed.I didn't even turn sideways to look at him. I kept my eyes fixed straight on Marcus. I let my jaw relax, forcing a slow, deliberate smirk to curl onto my lips as the wealthy neutral looked up, his eyes widening with instant, arrogant amusement. He ran his gaze slowly down my face, my chest, and my legs... evaluating me like choice merchandise.“Well,” Marcus purred, leaning forward, his gold wrist cuff catching the dim light of the bunker lamp. “The good stock decides to speak. Have your wasteland handlers finally realized your true value, sweetheart?”“They don't realize shit. They’re just soldiers, Marcus. They think with

EDALHe grabbed my hips with both hands, lifting my weight completely off the floor. Now I was suspended against the wall, held up only by his grip and his cock buried inside me. He used the leverage to slam his weight into me – heavy, brutal thrusts that made my vision blur. His balls slapped against my ass with every stroke, wet and loud.My fingers dug into the bandages on his bare chest – the wound from earlier still fresh. He hissed in pain, but it only made him fuck me harder. He was chasing something – anger, fear, possession. I felt his cock swelling inside me, the shaft thickening, the head growing wider."Look at me” he demanded.I forced my eyes open. His face was a mask of pure, desperate rage – but underneath, I saw something else. Fear…He was terrified I'd actually leave."I'm not going anywhere," I whispered – but he didn't hear me. Or didn't believe me.His thrusts became short, frantic, desperate – the rhythm of a man about to break. His cock was fully swollen now, th

EDALThe cold rain slammed down against the watchtower roots, but the skin where Rylan's hands gripped my waist was burning hot … his fingers digging into my flesh, leaving bruises before he'd even fucked me.He didn't waste a single second. He pinned my spine hard against the rough bark of the tree, the jagged edges biting into my shoulder blades, and his boots kicked my legs apart until I was completely open to the storm … my thighs trembling, my cunt already dripping, my cock hard and leaking against my stomach, a thick bead of precum swelling at my slit and sliding down my shaft."You like showing off for the Commander now, huh?" Rylan growled, his voice a filthy, gravelly rasp against my ear as his fingers ripped my wet trousers down past my hips. The fabric tore, buttons popping, the cold air hitting my bare skin … my outer lips exposed, my swollen clit peeking out from its hood, hard and desperate. "You think I didn't see the way you look at them? The way you spread your thigh

EDALThe iron door slammed against the stone wall, I stood in the doorway, shivering violently, my hands clutching the crumpled, water-stained sector maps and the cold, stolen bypass keycard against my chest. My shirt was plastered to my skin by the downpour, completely exposing the dark, ugly bruises and fresh teeth marks Rylan had carved into my flesh. I was a disaster, and I reeked of itthe heavy, unmistakable musk of Rylan’s climax was practically dripping off me,Korr and Ezra were locked together near the edge of the heavy oak desk. Korr’s hand was still woven tightly into Ezra’s hair, holding him steady, while Ezra’s fingers were knotted into the collar of Korr’s military shirt. They had been in the middle of something private.Korr slowly let go of Ezra’s hair and stepped forward, His nostrils flared, taking a long breath of the air."I have the maps," I panted, my voice sounding thin and pathetic against the roar of the storm outside. I forced my trembling hand forward, o