All Chapters of THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RYLANThe mountain trail was total hell. The convoy crawled through the jagged teeth of the Red Ridge, the heavy transport trucks spinning their tires in the loose shale and gray mud. Up here, the air was thin and bit like a knife.At the back of the convoy, Edal was asleep against my chest, wrapped in three layers of canvas blankets inside the dark cargo hold. She was exhausted, her spirit completely bruised by the ice Korr and Ezra had thrown at her.But I wasn't thinking about the frost. I was thinking about what she told me in the shack. Even when I was in their beds... I was thinking of you….It made my blood run hot, but it also made my chest tighten with something ugly. She loved them. She wanted to patch things up with the Commander and the hybrid, and I had promised her I’d find a way to smoothen the trail.When the convoy ground to a halt at the high-altitude checkpoint for a mandatory engine cooldown, I slipped out of the back of the truck.The wind was howling, whipping mi

EDALEDALI sat on the frozen floorboards, my breathing ragged, my hands trembling as I clutched the canvas blankets tighter around my shoulders. The metal beneath me vibrated as the big truck crawled over the rocks, but all I could feel was the shaking inside my own bones.Across from me, Rylan didn't move. He stayed leaning against the rusted iron rib of the truck, his chest heaving violently,"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice sharp and lethal in the small space. "Are you completely insane, Rylan? You're a toxic, self-destructive parasite. A literal waste of breath!"Rylan didn't flinch. He just sucked back a massive plume of smoke, blowing it toward the canvas roof, his dark eyes fixed onto my face with a heavy, unbothered intensity that made me want to claw his eyes out."You're a disgusting, selfish prick," I yelled, the insults pouring out of me as the sheer stress of the manhunt and the frozen wall my commanders had built around me cracked my mind wide open

KORRThe lower room of the stone vault was a big, cold space deep inside the mountain. Large rock pillars held up the high roof. This was where Marcus’s clean guards had gathered. There were more than fifty of them. They all wore clean, heavy body armor that did not have any dirt from the outside world. They sat on supply boxes or leaned against the pillars, their long automatic guns resting against their knees.I kept my steps slow. My big combat boots made a loud thud against the smooth stone. Rylan walked right at my shoulder. A tall guard with three silver lines on his shoulder armor stood up from a box."You killed Lord Marcus," the captain said. His voice was loud in the quiet room. "You brought your dirty men into our vault, and now you walk into our room. What do you want from us, savage? If you are going to lock us up, do it now."Behind him, a few guards moved their hands closer to the triggers of their guns. The line between peace and a big fight inside this room was very

"You like that, don't you, scout?" I growled, my thumb rubbing hard against the hard ridge through his clothes, forcing another ragged gasp from his throat. I could feel his precum soaking through the fabric, hot and sticky against my fingers. "Look at you. Standing here trembling like a dog for a bit of attention from the man who broke your master. Your cock is dripping for me, isn't it? You're already making a mess in your trousers.""I don't give a fuck about Marcus," Rylan panted, his hips jerking forward against my hand, his teeth sinking into his own bottom lip until it turned white. His whole body was shaking now, trembling against me like a live wire. "And I don't give a fuck about your rank. I want your hands on my skin, Korr. I want to feel your weight crushing me into this floor until I can't breathe. Pull it out. Let me taste what you've been hiding under that vest."The heat inside the small bunker room was an absolute furnace now, the yearning and the lust colluding into

KORRI dragged him across the stone floor by his ankle.His back scraped against the rough rock. He didn't complain. He just let me move him—limp, wrecked, still leaking my cum down his thigh. His cock was soft now, spent, but I could see it twitching with every scrape of his skin against the cold floor.I hauled him onto the narrow bunk. The wool blanket was rough under his back. His head hit the thin pillow with a dull thud. He looked up at me with those dark, wild eyes—half-lidded, drunk on the aftermath, but already hungry again."On your hands and knees," I ordered.He didn't move fast enough. I grabbed his hips and flipped him myself. His face pressed into the thin pillow. His ass lifted. His hole was still stretched, still wet, still dripping with my seed. I could see it clenching and releasing, trying to hold onto what I'd already given him.I knelt behind him on the narrow bunk. The frame creaked under my weight. I grabbed his cheeks and spread them wide, exposing his hole co