Page 56 of Property of Yak

“Fuck, I love the way your pussy juice looks on my cock.”

“Language,” I say half-heartedly as my cheeks heat.

I’ve never had someone talk to me the way he does. If he were anyone else, I would hate it, but with him…it’s nothing but a turn-on.

Which is so odd.

Rolling over, I watch as he starts to slip on clothes.

“Shouldn’t you take a shower?” I ask as I tuck my hands under my cheek.

“Nah, I love the idea of smelling like you all day.”

“Jameson…” I scold.

“What? It’s fucking hot and you know it.”

It is, but I won’t admit that.

“What should I do while you’re busy?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I want you to stay right there. Then when I get back we can pick up where we left off.”

“And if I don’t wait?” I say boldly.

Yak prowls toward me and leans over me, making me roll onto my back. He leans down as he pulls the blankets away. He lifts my shirt, exposing my chest. He places his hand on my stomach and slowly moves it down my body, leaving goose bumps in his wake until he cups my girlie bits. My breath catches, and he leans down farther, kissing me deeply. It’s dirty and everything I didn’t know a kiss could be. All too soon, he pulls away, leaving us both breathless.

“Angel, we both know this pussy is mine. The only one who fucks it from now on is me, understood?” he rasps, making me shiver.

“Understood,” I say automatically.

He smirks and steps back, leaving me feeling needy and turned on. “I’ll be back. Be a good girl while I’m gone.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, making him groan.

“You’re killing me, Angel. Killing me. Now I have to go sit in a meeting with my brothers with a hard-on,” he grumbles as he steps out of the room.

I can’t help but giggle as the door clicks shut behind him.

Never in a million years did I think I could feel like this, and I’m not mad about it.

Yak

The sexual tension in my body transforms into something else as I leave my room and head toward church.

I know that what’s about to happen won’t be taken well. That there will be issues and most likely a fight. The council still doesn’t trust me, rightfully so, and the fact that Yooper is letting me sit in won’t go well.

I know it. He knows it.

My fantastic morning is about to turn into a shit show of epic proportions.

Taking a deep breath, I knock once before slipping inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” I say as I shut the door behind me.

“It’s fine.” Yooper nods.

I slip into the only empty chair and angle my chair toward my brother, but it’s his council that I keep my eyes on.