Page 48 of Property of Yak

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The crowd cheers as both men stand from the ground. They each look like they have been beat half to death.

My heart is in my throat as I wait to hear who won.

Then the referee raises Yak’s hand, and I clap wildly.

Yak meets my eyes, a bloody smirk on his face.

He won.

I’m his.

Yak

Predator calls out for any more challengers, but no one steps forward.

The only reason so many did before was because of Aragon, but now that he’s had his ass handed to him, there is no one left willing to fight me for what is mine.

I smirk at her, feeling the blood in my mouth. She is clapping, a smile on her face.

Fuck she’s beautiful.

As soon as Predator announces the whole thing over, I stride toward her, the crowd parting for me. I spit before I wipe my mouth, as I am within steps of her. Then I pick her up and kiss her deeply.

I wonder if she will pull back. Deny me my prize in front of my brothers.

I shouldn’t have worried, though. She kisses me back as deeply as I kiss her. I know she tastes the blood in my mouth, but she doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I.

“Brother.” Yooper breaks the moment.

I pull back and see the cut made especially for her.

“Angel, take off your jacket,” I tell her.

She does as I ask, handing it to Yooper. Then I show her the cut. Her eyes light up as she turns and lets me put it on her.

She looks back at me, a proud look on her face.

There across her back are the words I never thought I would see on a woman.

Property of Yak.

“You’re mine now. No one will take you from me. That’s a fucking promise,” I growl.

“Language,” she teases, a smile on her face.

“I’ll show you language. Yooper, we are going to my room. I don’t want to be disturbed.” I don’t take my eyes off of Julie.

Her cheeks heat at my words.